E/O Challenge: dust
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Words: 100
Summary: I like this one better.
Dust Bunny
Dammit, Sam screamed to himself in his head. His shotgun fired again, pounding into his shoulder. The dust bunny was quick, darting in and out of the dumpsters lining the alley. Sam felt his blood pressure rise. If he didn't get it now, there'd be hell to pay.
Bang! Bang!
Still missed, and now his shotgun was empty. Disgusted, he reloaded, and was startled by the sound of a handgun behind him. Dean leaned down and picked up the jinxed rabbit. It had doubled back and would have attacked Sam if Dean hadn't shot it.
There'd be hell to pay.
