Title: When Poodles Attack

Warning: None

Note: Set during Yellow Fever.

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" 'Deep'? Dean, we should go to Yemen."

"I don't think I'm ready to go that deep."

If only you had known what was coming.

-.-

You were running fast. Too fast. Not fast enough. It was catching up.

You had to get back to the room, back to Sam, back to your weapons.

"Dean?" Sam rose to his feet when you flew into the room, slamming the door behind you. "What's going on?"

You double over, hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

"It almost had me," you say between huge intakes of breath.

A sudden scratching at the door and you let out a manly scream and jump away from the door.

Sam, bless him, grabbed a shotgun from beneath the bed and, cocking it, headed slowly to the door.

"Be careful, Sammy," you whimper, hiding behind your brother.

Sam slowly reached for the knob. In a swift motion, he yanked open the door and took aim.

"Dean," Sam's voice was shocked as he stared down at the thing in front of him.

It was a poodle. A damned toy poodle.

"Kill it, Sam," you urged quietly, your throat closing up with fear.

The poodle barked and you couldn't help the blood-curdling scream that ripped itself from your lungs.

Sam slammed the door on the little dog.

"You have to kill it, Sam," your voice was a hoarse whisper. "It's going to come for us. In our sleep!"

Sam glared at you and didn't say anything as he slowly set down the shotgun next to the door and walked back to his laptop.

-.-

" 'Deep'? Dean, we should go to Yemen."

"I don't think I'm ready to go that deep."

If only you had known what was coming.

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