Challenge words: Stream, Narrow
Spoilers: None
Another hunt, another injured Winchester.
200 words (per MS word counter)
Streams and Bridges
By Swellison
Dean pulled the Impala off the road and onto the grass verge and parked. Then he joined Sam at the trunk and grabbed the weapons bag and his shotgun. Cautiously, they approached the narrow covered bridge, the moon lighting their way until they stepped inside.
"A troll?" Dean's flashlight panned the bridge's century-and-a half-old wooden interior. "Two days' research and that's what you got?" Haven't dealt with trolls before, but they're corporeal, so something should kill it.
"Dean!" Sam warned as the flashlight revealed a massive form with glowing red eyes. Then Sam was airborne, knocked into the bridge wall by the troll's huge arm.
Blam! Blam! Blam! Dean blasted the fugly with his Desert Eagle. It toppled over dead as he ran to Sam's side. "Sammy! How many fingers?"
"Six?"
SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN
Sam groaned, opening his eyes to slits.
"Don't cross the streams!" the blond blob warned from the overly-bright television.
Dean rose to a seating position on the other bed. "Y'with me, bro?"
"Ghos'busterzzz?"
"RGB—the cartoon." Dean sounded sheepish.
"Cartoons? Ezzplains the car-razy colorzz."
"No, that's your concussion," Dean corrected. "Relax, you're gonna be fine."
Sam glanced at the television, the colors were now better-focussed. "Least it's not Oprah…."
A/N: Playing catch-up with a twofer, hope you like it!