title: cat and mouse
summary: he's
not accustomed to being the mouse.
category: gen
word
count: 225
notes: look! I added twenty words that explain things! well, kinda.
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Sam took a careful step, trying to gauge the ground beneath his foot, feel for anything that might crack and give away his position. His boot sank into soft dead grass and fallen leaves, and he blew out a silent breath.
It had to be nearing midnight by now, but the air itself was glowing gently, moonlight filtering down, threading out through the soft fog. Sam could just make out the disc of almost-full moon through the thin clouds overhead. In daylight he'd seen a range of hills to the south, hunched and solid like the backs of sleeping giants, but the fog hid them now.
Sam willed his heartbeat silent and took another measured step, holding back his full weight until he'd felt out the new ground. God, this was weird. He'd played cat and mouse a million times over the years, but he wasn't accustomed to being the mouse.
Another step, his fingers brushing the damp bark of a juniper tree, its cedary smell perfuming the cold air. Looking up, he could see its limbs disappearing into the mist like crooked snakes. Thought of climbing, but that would leave him cornered, nowhere to go.
Another step, and cool metal nudged gently at the base of his skull. There'd been no sound.
"Hi, Sammy," Dean's voice said softly, and Sam closed his eyes.
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Dean sold his soul to the Crossroads Demon.
She never said anything about what would happen to his body.
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(end)