Drabble two parter: First one is obv from Dean's point of view and the second is from Sam's. Enjoy mes enfants :) XXX
It was a bit like a cartoon.
Your arms flailing and legs oscillating in unnatural ways that you really can't stop.
You see the wall approaching at breakneck speed.
BANG
You slide down, your face scraping against the mangled brickwork.
"Ughhh"
A gunshot rings out and all you can hear is heavy footsteps.
"Dean?"
The man with the footsteps kneels beside you and you try to look up through the haze of red.
A name calls to you.
"Ssam?"
"Hmm. Fuck, Dean, this is bigger th-"
"You 'kay?"
The man you called Sam, his eyes roll.
"Yes, Dean. I'm fine…"
SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
It was a bit like a cartoon.
Sam winces as he hears the crunch of Dean hitting the wall.
The spirit bears down upon Sam, laughing, until Sam has the last laugh and shoots him in the chest with two guns choc full of rock salt.
Sam runs to his brother's side.
"Dean?"
Dean's face is a mass of blood and gore like something in a Romero flick.
He tries to tell Dean how bad it is but he's interrupted by a question.
"…I'm fine"
Dean smiles dazedly, somehow pleased with himself, and then he faints, exhaling softly.
Sam sighs.