Dean's panicked screams falter when he feels something warm grip his leg, just above the ropes binding his ankles. The rats crawling beneath his skin cease at the contact, and he sighs with relief. A familiar cologne wafts to him then, and glassy, bloodshot eyes reappear from behind tightly closed lids.
Hope sparks in the green depths.
"Dad?"
There's no answer while a knife saws through the ropes.
"Yeah, kid, it's me. Hold still a minute."
Dean does as he's told while a tiny voice whispers to him that this isn't nearly over yet. He fervently wishes that it's wrong.
A/N: Horrible writer's block is horrible. You ever have that issue where what you have to write for your story is something so morally abhorrent to you that your brain just goes "Nope" repeatedly whenever you try to write it? Mine is doing that hardcore right now, so updates might be spotty until I get past it. I'll keep you all updated as I go, though, and hopefully this tidbit makes up for the week long hiatus. Not my best work, but it's all my muse was willing to give on this particular topic for the moment. Instead, it's acting more like an ADHD four year old-"Hey, we should go do that, instead! Or maybe this? How about that?"
Also, possible Impala theme? Black Betty by either Spiderbait or Ram Jam. It's totally stuck in my head...Too bad I have no idea how to incorporate that into a songfic. Or even how to write a songfic, lol.