Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: JAR
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural. I'm just having a bit of fun.
CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE?
By: Vanessa Sgroi
The killer hummed as he sorted through his various jars, picking them up and admiring the small curled pink slabs floating inside. He giggled as he got to the last two empty jars. He quickly labeled them in curlicue handwriting.
Behind him he heard his next two victims yelling into their gags. "There, there," he cooed with a glance over his shoulder. "I'm almost ready for you."
The shorter of his two victims glared at him with both hate and dark knowledge in his eyes. The killer felt a shiver creep down his spine. Shaking off the feeling, he smiled. His victims both quieted and resorted to just glaring in his direction. "Awww," he tsked, "What's a matter—cat got your tongues." Finding himself hysterical, the killer chortled.
Satisfied his jars were now ready for his newest treasures, he fingered his knife lovingly before picking it up. He admired the sparkle of light reflecting off the blade. Suddenly, there was a flash of movement also reflected in the blade before a solid arm closed around his neck.
"Buddy," Dean whispered in his ear, "you picked the wrong set of victims today." Dean twisted the knife out of the shorter man's hand.
Keeping a firm grip on his would-be murderer, Dean turned and watched Sam loose himself from his own bonds and waver to his feet. "Well, what should we do with him?"
Sam stepped toe-to-toe with the killer, looming over him. "I dunno, Dean. Maybe we should take his tongue." Sam surveyed the filled jars on the workbench.
"And then make him disappear? Like he was going to do with us?"
"Mmm. Nah, too quick and easy. I think he needs to suffer...in prison. For a long, long time..."
"Aww, Sam. You take away all my fun."
FIN