In a Rut
There's an old, abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. Damp has settled deep into the beams and woodworms have left a scattering of tiny dots on every wooden surface. The whole structure rattles in the wind. On the plus side, no one but the trees can hear the screaming.
The basement smells of sweat and blood. He paces like a cadged animal. Back and forth, back and forth he goes. He doesn't know how long he's been pacing, but he's started to notice the rut in the blood-stained dirt floor.
His latest catch has been yacking non-stop since he started the pacing; he tries and doesn't quite manage to tune it out. His hand twitches around the blade's handle. He has swiped and stabbed and slashed with it for what feels like forever, but now he doesn't quite know what to do with it. He doesn't set it down, but he listens to his gut and holds onto it as he paces. He hasn't thought beyond this point. He's lost.
Within the painted devil's trap, the thing stops talking and sighs impatiently.
"Stop pacin', would ya, Sammy?" Dean says, eyes flashing briefly black. "You're giving me a headache here."
THE END
Author's Note: My aim was to mislead—hopefully I've succeeded, heh heh. Obviously this is AU because of that amazing wonderful awesome sneak peek of 10.03 that was shown at Comic Con. I'm writing Demon Dean stuff to tide myself over because the wait is long and I am too excited for Season 10. Thanks for reading! :)