Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge

Prompt Word: NARROW

Word Count: 400

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural. I'm just having a little fun with the characters.

A NARROW ESCAPE

By: Vanessa Sgroi

The crevice is narrow. So narrow that it doesn't look like a child, let alone an adult male, can fit through it. But right now it's the only thing standing between them and imminent death. They hurriedly strip to their boxers.

Sam, lankier and narrower through the chest, goes first. He squeezes in and through if not quickly, then nimbly. He calls out encouragement from the other side.

But Dean needs no further encouragement. He can hear the manic, menacing growls behind him. Entirely too close behind him. He slips into the dark crevice. Just in time as a claw follows him into the dark, scoring his shoulder with a glancing blow. Dean pushes deeper and the darkness becomes more absolute.

Only slightly more stocky than his younger brother, it proves to be just enough to make the crevice a tighter fit. Solid rock presses against his chest and his back. The deeper he goes, the harder it presses, becoming more uncomfortable with each step. Soon it becomes so tight, he can't pull in a deep breath. Or even a decent breath.

Then suddenly he's wedged in tight, unable to move either forward or back. He squirms and wiggles to no avail. A flutter of panic spirals through his stomach. Dean presses his forehead against the rock, tries to calm his thundering pulse, but it doesn't help. The panic blooms. He gasps. "S-Sam, I-I can't..."

"Dean? Dean, c'mon, you got this. It's just a little bit farther."

Hearing Sam's voice, Dean sucks in what breath he has left, pulls every quivering muscle inward and pushes on, ignoring the pain as the unforgiving rock now gouges deeper against skin, drawing blood. Spots dance in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, a strong hand wraps around his wrist and pulls hard. With a pained grunt, Dean tumbles from the rocky confines and sinks dizzily to the ground. He closes his eyes and works to breath normally again. "Damn. That—that sucked."

"Remember this when you go to eat your next burger."

Dean hears the teasing grin in Sam's tone. Eyes still closed, he flips Sam a middle finger. "Bite me, bitch." He smiles when Sam laughs. His eyes pop open, and he slowly stands. Taking in their boxer-clad figures, he says, "How 'bout we get dressed now?"

"Uh, Dean...I think you dropped your clothes...in there."

"What?! No! No-no-no! Ah, sonuvabitch!"

FIN