Nightshift 49: M1-M10 Hallway
[from here and outside M4.]
"Haseo?" Endrance knocked once, having finally seemed to learn his lesson about just walking into M4 without knocking or stating his identity first. Once he'd knocked, though, the nerves really set in. What if Haseo wasn't there? What if he'd been taken again? What if --
Stop. Stop that line of thought. He said he ( Read more... )
"Haseo?" Endrance knocked once, having finally seemed to learn his lesson about just walking into M4 without knocking or stating his identity first. Once he'd knocked, though, the nerves really set in. What if Haseo wasn't there? What if he'd been taken again? What if --
Stop. Stop that line of thought. He said he ( Read more... )
Dean tugged on his clothes and, rummaging through the bottom of the closet, came up with his duffel bag. The bowie knife was in there, the point of it still chipped when he'd tried to stab that bloodsucker the other night and the worst of that whole thing was not knowing where it'd run off to - there was no way he'd killed it, but it'd acted like it'd actually hurt, which was a new one. He paused before he stepped out the door, touching the side of his neck with his hand. It hadn't spread, not as far as he could tell, but that weird feel of cold hadn't gone away, either. Sticking a finger in his mouth, he ran it along his teeth, almost gingerly. Nope. No baby fangs or nothin'. Felt just as human as he always did, thank God. Still, he couldn't just pretend it was totally okay.
Didn't mean he was looking forward to asking Sam to take a look at it. There was only so much he could feel out with his fingers and no mirror.
Dean stopped to swap out the batteries in his own flashlight, hitched the duffel bag over his shoulder, and stepped out of M2.
[To here]
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