E/O Challenge: Hold – Couldn't get Spider Gates cemetery out of my head so decided to continue the story (and the Ghostbusters theme).
There are three Birthdays this week, so a 100 word (exactly) drabble for each one (hope you like them and hope you had/have a Happy Birthday)
Drabble 1 – For IheartSam7 (a bit of suffering Sam for you)
Drabble 2 – For The Tribble Master (sorry hun couldn't fit drunken Cas in as story line is set during first season, but hope hurt Dean will make up for it)
Drabble 3 – For SidJack (some h/c Sam & Dean with requested leg injury)
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Drabble 1:
The pale moon cast an eerie light over the shimmering mass that lay before them.
"EMF's off the scale," Sam whispered as he bent to examine the white ooze.
"What are you Dr Venkman?" Dean smirked as he knelt beside his brother. "Just get the sample … then we can test your ectoplasm theory."
Sam thrust his torch at Dean. "Hold this," he muttered leaning forward with the container.
As the plastic touched the surface Sam cried out in pain. And then an immense force, emanating from the supernatural ooze, propelled him through the air and into the nearest tombstone.
Spn-Spn-Spn
Drabble 2:
"SAM!" Dean shouted as he raced towards his brother.
"Wa's'up?" Sam slurred, "wa's happening?"
"Just lie still," Dean eased, worried by the wide gash opening up on Sam's forehead. "Hold this," he said, placing his brother's hand on the cloth covering the jagged cut.
The white ooze bubbled angrily behind them, spitting liquid tendrils into the air.
Aware now that they were dealing with a supernatural entity Dean faced their attacker. "You Son of a Bitch," he shouted firing into the sprawling mass.
The unspent bullets that were shot back slammed into his body sending him sprawling to the ground.
Spn-Spn-Spn
Drabble 3:
Dean pressed his hands around the gaping holes in his leg. Although grateful for the "through and through" the pain was excruciating and the blood loss more severe!
The white ooze entity shuddered in frustration, clearly unable to move beyond its present location. Dean was grateful for that too as he dragged himself over to his injured brother.
"Hey … you still with me?" he asked wrapping an arm around Sam, holding him close.
"Think … we might … have a problem," he replied before passing out.
"Who we gonna call now Sammy?" Dean mumbled, joining his brother in oblivion.
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Sorry about the "cliff hanger" – might have to finish this off next week!