Challenge Word: Eighteen
Warnings/Spoilers None.
100 words per MS Word Count
Hidden in Shadows
By Swellison
"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty." Sammy opened his eyes, peering around Bobby's deserted scrap yard. "Ready or not, here I come!"
He approached the nearest pile of smashed cars, scanning for Dean. Two minutes' searching yielded bupkis. Sammy skipped to the next stack, performing a similar recon – trunks, backseats, floorboards – no Dean, nowhere.
Fifteen minutes later, it was past sunset and Dean still eluded him. Sammy glanced warily into the darkening shadows of crushed metal, details of the night-loving creatures from Dad's purloined journal uneasily running through his mind. Shapeshifters, werewolves, ghouls, spirits...
Cre-eak.
He whirled.
"Y'found me, Sammy. Let's go home!"
