Disclaimer: Sad to say, I own nothing Supernatural.
Sally's POV:
"What! What!" I come running into the room screaming, only slightly hysterical, and I see Dean sprawled on the floor with his back pressed so tight to the wall…and an expression on his face like he just saw a ghost. Oh no, not another ghost.
"It got him, Mommy! It had him! It was gonna eat him! I know!" I reach out for my daughter who's screaming like a banshee and try to pull her into a hug, but she just pushes away and keeps pointing to her bed. I look to Dean for some kind of explanation, but he's just as useless.
"What happened?" I ask, hoping someone'll answer me. After all, I wouldn't have even come if I hadn't heard Callie yelling for me like she was 'bout to be strangled or something. Now I'm here and she doesn't even want to tell me what's going on.
Dean shakes his head awkward, like he's trying to get some bad thoughts out and clear his mind or something, and his face goes all flat and determined. And before I can say another word, he throws himself at Callie's bed. No, not even at it, under it. I stare wide-eyed while he reaches around for Lord knows what, Cal bouncing around in my arms. Then I hear it. The most God awful sound, a screeching…screaming…squeal of a sound, and without even thinking I grip on to my little girl harder.
"Dean?" I ask, maybe too quiet. If he hear me at all, he doesn't say anything. Instead he pulls back, fast, almost cracking his skull wide open on the bed frame when he does. Now we're all quiet, real quiet. The whole room is dead silent. And we're all just looking, staring at the same spot, just under the bed, right where there's enough light to see. I don't know what we're waiting for – I don't really have the damndest idea what's going on actually – but I'm sure we're waiting for something. I feel Callie move a little out of my arms and I loosen my hold. She leans forward, trying to see better I guess. But just as soon as she gets herself into that position, she reels back, almost knocking me in the face with her elbow.
We both tumble over and I hear another awful noise, a different kind of scream. "Ahhhh!" I watch as a rat the size of Nantucket runs by, charging on so close to my face I almost scream out too. Callie jumps up from my arms and takes a flying leap toward the bed. From the sound of the mattress springs, I'd say she made it to safety. But Dean…he tries to push himself up and scuttles over to a corner, his eyes bugging out like crazy. The giant horse rat makes a beeline for him.
He throws up his hands in defense and I can only imagine what's going through his mind when that…that…thing just flings itself right at him. Like some kind of flying squirrel. He turns his whole body and tries to fold himself up in the corner. And the rat lands short and makes the fastest turn I've ever seen and hightails it out the door.
"Jeez!" I hear coming from the hall. I push myself up on the heels of my hands and turn to see Sam looming above in the doorway. He helps me up and I do the only thing that comes to mind. I slam the door shut and lock it. "What the hell was that?"
"It was under my bed!" Callie shrieks. She jumps up and down, rumpling her covers and sending stuffed animals to the floor. "It tried to eat Dean!"
Sam turns to the corner, I guess seeing his brother for the first time, and bursts out laughing. Poor Dean looks like he can barely move, stuck in some kind of state of shock. He's got his face buried in his hands and I don't think he even realizes that he's being laughed at. "Dude," he says through the big old guffaws. "Dude, you almost got eaten by a rat?"
"Sam," I say very calmly, "it was a big rat."
"Oh man!" He doubles over and nearly hits the ground, he's laughing so hard.
"Not funny!" I look to the corner and see Dean standing there looking like he might just lose his lunch. He straightens himself up weakly and starts to regain his composure, but, boy, is he mad. "I mean it, Sam! It's not funny!"
"Ah, you screamed like a little girl!"
"Hey!" Callie shouts.
"Now Sam," I say, stepping forward and between the two boys. "It was a legitimately frightening situation." He looks at me and bites his lips together to try and keep from letting out any more chuckles, but I guess it's just too hard to hold it all in. He nods his head in agreement with me but his face just keeps turning redder and redder until his mouth bursts open again.
"Did he touch you with his wittle whiskers?" Dean reaches around me to grab him by the shoulder and I shove him off. I will not have two men fighting in my daughter's room. He seems to get the hint and backs away while Sam tries to collect himself.
I'll give them a minute, but not too long. Whatever problems those boys may have with one another don't amount to a hill of beans right now. We've got more important fish to fry.
There's a rat loose somewhere in my house.
Author's Note: A couple of years ago I was working at a pet store when one of our hairless rats escaped, an awful looking creature. Because I had rats as pets and wasn't therefor afraid of them, the other employees came to get me when they found the escapee so that I could pick him up and put him back. They were scared, I was not. So I reached down to grab him when out of no where he let loose with the most horrific squeeling screech of a scream I've ever heard and I jumped so far back I almost killed myself on a display. Most terrifying experience of my life thus far. Soooo, don't be too down on Dean for screaming like a little girl - I almost did. (Of course, I am a girl, but still.)