January 13th: Whump - 100 words - Friday the 13th is known throughout the infinite multiverses as a day of bad luck. Unfortunately, your character has run out of good luck and has nothing but whump today. (Whump = the physical/psychological hurting/torture of a beloved character. On the hurt/comfort spectrum, it's almost completely the bad stuff.)
Warnings: N/A
Fandom: Supernatural!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural!
What Could go Wrong?
"Ah, c'mon! Not today damn it!" Dean Winchester growled out, slamming his one free hand on the impala's steering wheel. Today has just not been his day. He was pretty sure he was cursed. What started out with what he assumed was a simple haunting turned into a full blown demonic possession, complete with a spinning head.
He was flown back and into a wall, shoulder first, and he knew the damn thing was dislocated. Even with keeping his arm straight as he could, Dean already felt the burning pain and bruising radiating down his arm. He scowled as 'Baby' stalled on the side of the road and looked for his phone to call a tow truck. Why did Sammy need to go to college? He needed someone to watch his back. Great today was going from bad to worse! Apparently, his phone fell out in-between attacking the wall and getting stuck upside down in the chimney. He was never going to forget the smell of soot, that was for sure.
Dean sighed and he stepped out of his car, guesstimating how long it would take to get back to his motel room and a nice hot shower.
"Hey, man! You need any help? A lift?" A guy in a white truck pulled over and called out to him, swinging his passenger side door open.
Dean was tired and he figured what else could go wrong. He just wanted to sleep the rest of the day away.
"Yeah, thanks. I appreciate it. My motel is just a few more mil-" Dean stopped when he heard the car door's lock into place and the cock of a gun. Great, just great. This was the day from Hell.