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Chapter 34 – Don't Swim
The Winchesters had gone out to hunt down a particularly disgusting monster. Deep in the back end of a waste treatment plant something had started to grow. At first management had been very pleased. They thought that their efforts to compost with super enzymes were paying off and the world's trash problem was on the verge of being solved.
The process was eating unsorted garbage with a fine disregard for the difference between organic and inorganic materials. Kitchen garbage and those annoying rings that held six packs of sodas were all disappearing and all that was let behind was a fine inert slit. They were throwing parties and getting drunk on their perceived success.
Then someone noticed that the process was also unable to distinguish between the living and the dead and work crews were returning with one too many shovels and not enough men.
Sam and Dean were led to a narrow corridor with multiple cells for storage and barred garbage disposal chutes. They were given keys to the grill work and ask to please find the missing men and, oh yes, if they found something odd try to kill it. Everyone that management had sent in had never returned and someone had decided to give the professional monster hunters a chance.
Once they were inside the storage unit the manager locked the sliding door behind them, something they had not expected. They investigated the now empty storage cells and only found yet another abandoned shovel. They were only there for about five minutes when lights began to flicker and an incredibly awful smell floated out of the first of the garbage chutes along with what sounded like a huge burp.
Fleeing the noxious odor Dean made what looked like a bad decision and unlocked the last garbage chute, climbed inside and disappeared. Sam though it was a kind of stupid move but he was attached at the hip to Dean so he dove in and shut the grate behind him.
They ended up in a revolting pit up to their thighs in a liquid compounded of things they didn't want to think about and floating plastic bags and empty beer cans. There seemed to be a current stirring the entire mess and with a loud groan the walls begin to close in.
"Holy shit, Dean!" Sam cried. "I think we're in a trash compactor."
Dean answered with a high-pitch "Yipe!" and leaped into Sam's arms. "Something grabbed my leg!"
"Get off, Dean," Sam growled. "I can't reach my gun with you hanging on me. Whatever it is it's now wrapped around my ankle."
Dean gingerly stepped back into the fluid and snatched up a long pole lying against a wall. He jammed it in between the moving slabs and began to scream and pound on the walls. "Let us out, let us out!"
Sam began to fire into the water whenever he caught movement against the current. The gun shots were unbelievably loud as they echoed around the metal chamber. He finally hit something that screamed, adding to the ear bleed sound level.
There was a clanking noise and a rope dropped down one of the trash chutes. The boys began to climb out of the pit, Dean in front.
"Who the hell's idea was this?" Dean complained.
Sam climbing up the rope behind his brother said. "It was yours. I believe you said you were bored."
"Next time I give you permission to shoot the monster and me. The monster goes because it's disgusting. I go for being stupid."