WARNING REMINDER : Persistent swearing and animal deaths.
2.
Sam turned in time to see Dean take three steps back from the desk he had been stood near before he then span on his heel and raced for the wall furthest away from it. The look of horror on Dean's face as he hurtled past Sam told Sam that something had seriously freaked his brother out. He watched in stunned amazement as Dean jumped onto the only thing in his line of direction which took him off floor level, and then desperately tried to steady himself on the office swivel chair by slapping both palms against the wall.
"Dean! What the….? What's wrong?"
Dean managed to turn his body until his back was flat against the wall. He pointed a trembling finger toward the refuse sacks,
"RAT! Fucking huge rat. Do something Sam! Fucking squish it!"
Sam sucked his bottom lip in, trying to stop himself laughing,
"Where was it?"
"Where do you think numb nuts? Over there! I was getting the last refuse bag and it jumped onto it from behind the bag. Do something! Fuck!"
"Ok, ok. Calm down."
Sam went over to where Dean had indicated and pulled the refuse sack all the way out from under the desk. He was just in time to see the tip of the rat's tail disappear into a small hole in the wall. He straightened up and turned to Dean,
"It's ok now. It's gone."
"Whadya mean, it's gone? Gone where?"
"It went down a hole."
"Down a…? Fuck Sam. That's not gone, is it? That's just…..in a hole. It could come back out of the fucking hole anytime it wants!"
"But it won't. I'm telling you, it's gone and it's not going to come back, you can get down off your chair now."
"Like fuck! I don't believe you. You're lying to me. I bet there isn't a hole."
"Dean. I swear. It's gone."
"Lemme see. If you're kidding you're dead. Right?"
"Get down off your chair and see for yourself."
Dean carefully clambered off the swizzle chair, still muttering to himself. Sam couldn't stop the smile which began to spread across his face as he watched his brother tip toe towards where the rat had been, his eyes scanning the floor,
"What hole? You're lying. There isn't a hole."
Sporting a wide grin, Sam stood beside his brother and pointed to a small hole in the wall.
"See? I knew it Sam. You are lying to me. There's no way that huge rat managed to fit down that teeny tiny hole!"
"How big was it?"
Dean held his hands around 36 inches apart,
"And that doesn't include the damn tail. It was huge, and black. It was King fucking rat and it cannot have got down that hole."
Sam shrugged,
"Well. It did, and I can't do anything about it."
Dean glanced around, then picked up an empty tin can. Squashing it he tentatively bent and shoved the can into the hole to block it, ignoring Sam's laughter. Dean straightened up, looking satisfied with his great idea,
"Ok. If it's in there, which I still don't believe it is, it can't get out again."
"There's probably other holes Dean."
"Unhelpful!"
Dean stalked off towards the old filing cabinets, leaving Sam to face emptying out the refuse sacs. He yanked open the top drawer of the first cabinet he came to,
"SHIT! Fucking SHIT!"
Sam turned to see Dean carry out an Olympic leap onto one of the desks in the middle of the basement,
"Dean?"
"There! In that drawer. Get it. Kill it!"
Sam simply couldn't help laughing as he walked over to the offending drawer,
"Stop laughing and get it!"
As Sam approached, the rat leapt out of the cabinet drawer and scurried across the floor passing him on route,
"Sam! For chrissake. It went that way!"
Following Dean's directions Sam saw the rat heading towards the basement off-shot, yanking his jacket off he ran after it,
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to trap it and take it upstairs."
Both Sam and the rat disappeared around the corner,
"Take it up…? Jeeze Sam. Just kill the thing will you?"
"I'll let it go upstairs…..Damn!"
"Damn? Damn what? Sam?"
"Missed it. It's gone."
"Gone how?"
"I can't see it."
"So, again, it's not gone is it? Just 'cos you're too blind to see it, that doesn't make it gone. Look for it will you! Unbelievable!"
"It's gone under the mattress."
"Under the….? So move the mattress for fuck's sake!"
"Dean, I am not touching this friggin' mattress!"
Dean checked the floor around himself carefully before jumping down off the desk and hurrying to find Sam,
"Get out the way. You're useless! I'll deal with the little shit."
Dean stepped onto the mattress and began to madly bounce up and down on it. Sam clamped a hand over his mouth trying hard to contain his laughter at the sight of his older brother boinging around the dirty mattress in the hopes of squashing the rat that was somewhere underneath. Tears began to run down Sam's face.
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"Dean! That's just….! Oh God. You should've let me trap it."
"You had your chance Sammy and you blew it. It's not going anywhere now though is it? It's nothing but rat pate."
Dean triumphantly walked past Sam and headed back into the main basement area, leaving Sam staring at the mattress in horror. He didn't get to stare for long,
"SAAAAMMMMM!"
Sam tilted his head back and closed his eyes,
"You have got to be kidding me!"
Dean reappeared, running up to stand behind Sam before shoving his brother forward,
"Kill it!"
Sam stared around the large basement area,
"There's nothing there Dean."
Dean scuffed Sam across the back of the head,
"Look harder! I swear it was waiting for me. They're picking on me Sam. Everywhere I go they're waiting. They're doing it on purpose!"
Dean watched as his brother walked out into the main area, but then he kept on walking towards the stairs, and then he began to climb up the stairs,
"Sam? What're you doin'? Where you goin?"
Sam turned, clearly trying to quell his giggles,
"Dude, I need some air."
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