Turnabout
By CFEditor
E/O Challenge: Crush. He longed for the arms of his mother; he'd settle for evening the score.
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He missed his mother so much. He remembered how she crushed him in her arms as they squatted in the surf, cold water caressing his body. They caught small fish and crabs but had to be careful when seeking bigger game. She told of a time when they'd feared nothing... before the bad ones came.
He crouched, peering at the monsters who had killed his mother. He sprang.
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Sam stabbed instinctively, barely averting the attack. "Crap! It's a kid."
"Look again." Dean pointed as the child facade melted away in death. "That monster would have killed you."
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A/N This was an attempt to write in a different style than normal. I'm sure you can see what I was intending but I'm not 100 percent sure I got it right. Would appreciate any comments on it.
By the way, a shoutout for A Very Supernatural Journey, my joint story with mainegirlwrites, wynefred and the Ymp. It's right here on my account and we're almost ready to post the 12th chapter, written by wynefred. Come over! Read! Let us know if you like it!