Focus.
summary - and it was all going so well and now hes not moving
A/N- excessive use of goddamned. because its dean.
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Hes not moving. Shit, you can cant even count how many times this has happened in the last month. youre scambing over debris, hitting your fucking knee on a piece of ceiling-become-floor and you feel the pain shooting up your side, making your knees waver and falter as you curl an arm protectively around your side where the broken off crossbow bolt is tugging at skin and grinding against your lowest rib vital organs are for pansies but you grit your teeth and force your legs to get back underneath you and you know you cant stay standing and steady but goddamnit youre going to try.
Hes not moving. you try and stop your mind from going over the last few minutes before you both came crashing into the floor below. but you cant shut off the hunter instinct to go over it all, in search of a fucking weakness or something that says has weakness, will die, can kill. you had been kinda-sorta prepared,the journal and every single scrap of information on beast-that-doesnt-exist telling you that the only sure way of slowing it down and killing it is red oak, the price you paid for a bunch of sticks still pisses you off. you like your plans simple, you find monster and get every goddamned one of those sticks in its heart.
Except nothing says anywhere how goddamned
fast this thing is, you get one bolt in the air. and youre sure nothing
couldve ever prepared you for the bolt being caught midair and thrown
back at you with alarming accuracy. you remember the numbing shock, you
remember the goddamned thing being up in your face and before your mind
can register anything but im not a fucking dartboard , and its ripping
the crossbow from your hands, your finger subconciously pulling at the
trigger and a bolt flying off to hit nothing in the dark
the weapon being flung at Sammy as he is rising his own crossbow, you
growl in your throat as you see it hit him across the face, his weapon
going off, managing to hit the thing in its arm.
apparently wounding the thing just pisses it off
you decide as it throws you to the floor, hard enough to hear cracking
of the floor. though you would like to point out that it is a condemned building and it is really fucking old.
your
memory gets abit hazy as you vaguely remember snapping off the arrow
that resides in your side and jamming it into the monsters eyes, and it
swings at you and you dodge because fuckit this is what you
doing for a living and the next thing you know the floor isnt there and
everythings cracking and crumbling and going down?
Hes not moving. you find if you keep a steady stumbling gait, you can keep upright enough to get closer to his laying-down-on-the-goddamned-job body. youre looking around the room as you place a steadying hand against the none too stable wall shit i hate places like this you try and keep your eyes looking everywhere at once. it doesnt matter that every few steps you find yourself swaying dangerously towards the black that is creeping up on your vision you give your head a shake not caring that it makes the world spin, it also manages to chase off the black that seems to curl at the corner of your eye. and you keep moving towards your brother, trying to see if that goddamned thing was still up there through the hole in the ceiling. the same fucking hole you and sam just fell through. though youre not even sure what you'll do if you see it, the crossbow you were using is somewhere and everytime you look at your hand you can see another bone in is completely fucking broken. .
sammy? you get to him. he doesnt look dead and you tell yourself that thats the best goddamned news youve heard today even if he isnt moving and theres blood sluggishly making its way down his face and you blink in surprise when you realise hes sprawled partially on one of the crossbows.
god-fucking-yes somewhere above you, you hear the thing moving and now you dont care because youre fucking armed and two steps up on your three step plan check sammy, find weapon, kill evil mother fucker
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the reviewing and the happy pants thing again.