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sapphireswimming: (Chpt 16) It was mostly my headcanon on what Sam's powers could be if she was a ghost for some reason or another, Danny was a ghost, and Tucker was one too but he'd already been 'killed' as the Winchesters were hunting them down. Also, you are like the sweetest person ever with your reviews, thank you~
freespiritforever: Lo siento but no dice! The #s don't relate oneshots together =w=;; but thank you for reviewing and trying!
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There's a solid thump, and the entire boat rocks. Kevin's soda spills over his lap, the last of his burger and his fries; it dyes the food and his jeans brown with coca cola. The Prophet swears, standing out of reflex and throwing the now soggy food from his lap and onto the cramped floor of his room.
"Goddamm—"
It's muffled through the metal door, but he hears a groan.
Kevin stiffens.
"Damn..."
He nervously eyes the shotgun on the shelf next to him. If whatever is out there got into the boat, then his room is less safe than anywhere else, but how to get out without making any noise...? Kevin snatchs the rifle up, inwardly flinching as a few trinkets fall from the shelf and hit the floor.
Scrambling backwards and back onto his bed, he pushes himself up against the back wall, barrel to the door.
Everything goes deathly quiet save for the roar of blood in the Prophet's ears.
A couple of long and slow minutes pass, and his grip loosens on the gun; his hearts slows, and the gun tips down just a bit. Okay, so maybe he is imagining it. Maybe. Possibly. Stress? Stress can do that. Probably.
He should probably get back to the tab—
A head appears through the door without preamble, glowing green eyes a sore even in the well-lit room, and Kevin nearly chokes on his tongue.
The bullets rips from the gun with a loud bang. The head yelps, and the silver rounds fucking disappear through the door.
"Jesus christ I only wanted directions!"