AN: This is a collection of short scenes from the series from a certain POV. Emebalia tried to talk me into participating in the nanowri-whatever but I don't think I'd manage that time wise. So I am settling for these short flings to capture some vibes from the show. And I'll start now even though it's not yet November.
I own nothing regarding supernatural and I write just for fun.
Thanks go out to NerdAngel for keeping me company and helping me develope ideas. Just add salt ;)
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Sam POV
I am tilting my head, trying to improve my hearing. I'm sure I heard a noise, like a soft footstep on the carpet in our apartment. Holding up a hand to signal Jess to be quiet, I slowly sneak closer to our bedroom door. It's not closed, only leaned on, and I'm glad because it allows me to open it noiselessly without giving away my position.
I curse myself for not having anything handy to use as a weapon. Pushing the door slightly ajar I'm keeping my fingers crossed it won't squeak. Just a tiny bit more open, so I can have a better look. The hair in the back of my beck stands on edge when I make out a dark, human shaped shadow through the doorway that's leading to the unlit hallway. The silhouette stands out against the slight shine of street lights and illuminated windows from the apartments across.
The shadow moves, like it's looking for something, or trying to figure out what to do next, what to take. Could be a burglar. I refuse to believe the things that go bump in the night are back in my life.
Holding my breath I slip out the door, keeping in the shadows. The intruder lifts his head. Has he heard me? My heartbeat speeds up against my will and I take a deep quiet breath to calm myself. Every muscle in my body is tense, coiled, ready to jump. The man takes a step in my direction, entering the room, then another one.
He is close enough now and I attack. Jumping out of the shadows I grab the man's shoulder. He explodes into a move that makes me lose my grip and swings at me. I duck, in full fight mode now. I feel myself being pulled forward and we grapple for controll, punching, kicking, blocking blows. All of a sudden I find myself on my back, pinned down to the ground.
"Whoa, easy tiger," my opponent smirks and I manage to get my first real look at him. I freeze as despite the dim light I find myself staring in familiar piercing green eyes.
"Dean?"
AN2: Please share your thoughts and if you have, ideas, for further scenes either via review or pm. Next up will be a short from S1 "Dead In The Water", Lucas POV on Dean.