UNWELCOME VISITOR
WOW: Midnight. The batcave has an unwelcome visitor. The brothers deal with it with their usual combination of efficiency and dignity.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I can still whinge about that.
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Dean wormed his way behind Sam as the brothers, armed only with a mop and a size 12 left workboot, cowered against the wall before the creature.
A lithe mound of greasy grey fur, it stared curiously at them through bulbous, midnight-black eyes.
Sitting on its haunches, its nose twitched as it watched the two men engaging in a frantic, panic-stricken do-si-do in which each tried to hide behind the other whilst burrowing into the corner of the wall at the same time.
The rat had only popped out of its hole looking for dinner; he didn't expect a cabaret as well.
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