I got my verbose groove back on. You can blame my story "The Wild Hunt" for this being so long and wordy. You'd almost think it was serious... If you haven't read the comic "Bone" by Jeff Smith you really, really should. It's a perfect blend of dark and light fantasy, with hidden princesses and dangerous, terrifying monsters... These monsters, however, are not they.

Sam crouched low as well as he could manage. His head leaning against the rough window sill and the dusty curtains mopped his brow, leaving lines of grime on his face where the stuff mixed with his sweat. Not three feet away Dean had his full weight pressed up against the cabin's thick door. It banged and rattled in it's frame, the sound of claws scrabbling outside occassionally summoning a metallic screech when they scored against the doorknob or the rusted brass hinges. Finally the latch clicked with a successful sound, and Dean dropped into a weary heap on the floor. He looked over toward his brother.

"How many?" He asked, little breathlessly.

Running away wasn't something either Winchester was very used to. But even Dean was smart enough to know when he was outnumbered. And they were outnumbered. Badly. Ridiculously, it had almost seemed. The creatures had stayed off of the road, for the most part, and though it had been impossible to see them in the woods from the Impala's dark windows on the drive, enough moonlight had pierced the thick trees to see their shapes moving alongside them as they drove. They had come out expecting to find a pack...

Instead they had found a swarm.

With a careful motion, Sam let himself up a bit from his crouch, peering up over the sill. He twitched back the curtain and a frown formed between his eyebrows. Silver light glinted off the Impala where it still sat outside the small cabin where they'd been forced to take shelter. The headlights were still on, it seemed, and occassionally the yellow beam would shine, reflecting in the creatures' orb-like red eyes. The car appeared to be completely surrounded. And though it was impossible to tell given his limited view, Sam could guess that most of the clearing outside was filled with the things as well.

"A lot." He answered. From the look on Dean's face, his brother seemed to realize that meant there were more than Sam wanted to bother counting. And as convinced as he was of his brother's nerdy compulsions, that was a fairly bad sign.

"Ah, man." Dean pulled out his gun, ejecting the clip to be sure it was full before sliding it back in with a click. "Just what I need. Being stuck in a cabin surrounded by dozens of...some kind of freaky...rat creatures. What the hell are those things?"

Sam frowned.

"I'm not sure. But... I think I heard one of them say something about...quiche?"

"Quiche?!" Dean repeated, eyes narrowing for a second. "What kind of a monster eats quiche?"

Sam opened his mouth, but didn't have an answer immediately. Not, that is, until the carhorn sounded outside. Turning his attention back to the window, his expression was almost pained at what he saw. The monsters had pried the door open.

"The kind that's in your car."

Another sound drew Sam's attention, and he looked over to see his brother standing at the door, hand on the knob. His gun was drawn, and his eyes were wild. Clenching his teeth, his words came out as a growl as he opened the door.

"Stupid, stupid rat creatures."

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