Ficlet: Text Hell - Supernatural - Pg
Title: Text Hell
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things Supernatural belong to the WB, et al.
Prompt: Text Messages, on my personal list of prompts
Wordcount: 217
~*~
The cell phone in Sam's hand vibrated and he looked down at the little screen. One new message? He frowned and opened it.
THAT WAS CLOSE
Sam frowned. Okay, so Dean hadn't gotten out of the house like he'd thought. He looked in the direction of the ramshackle old countryhouse that looked like something out of a horror movie. Great. Just...great.
WHERE R U? He typed in, slowly. One of these days they were going to get something more high tech than these little pieces of...
CLOSET
Hiding in a closet, Sam translated the word automatically into a full sentence. His thumb pressed into the keypad. DID YOU SEE IT?
GRR. BIG. CLAWS.
It growled. It was big. It had claws. O...kay. He couldn't resist. U LOOK IN MIRROR?
U R SO DEAD.
Sam snickered and looked again at the house, all lit up inside. There were at least three hulking shadows that lumbered from room to room. He turned back to the cell phone. NO RESCUE THEN.
DUDE NO JOKES.
Sam snorted. Like he'd ever leave him in there. SIT TIGHT.
NO CHOICE.
Truer words had never been spoken.
Pocketing his cell, Sam started back to the house. Maybe he could get a glimpse of these things through the windows and figure out what they were.
END FICLET
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things Supernatural belong to the WB, et al.
Prompt: Text Messages, on my personal list of prompts
Wordcount: 217
~*~
The cell phone in Sam's hand vibrated and he looked down at the little screen. One new message? He frowned and opened it.
THAT WAS CLOSE
Sam frowned. Okay, so Dean hadn't gotten out of the house like he'd thought. He looked in the direction of the ramshackle old countryhouse that looked like something out of a horror movie. Great. Just...great.
WHERE R U? He typed in, slowly. One of these days they were going to get something more high tech than these little pieces of...
CLOSET
Hiding in a closet, Sam translated the word automatically into a full sentence. His thumb pressed into the keypad. DID YOU SEE IT?
GRR. BIG. CLAWS.
It growled. It was big. It had claws. O...kay. He couldn't resist. U LOOK IN MIRROR?
U R SO DEAD.
Sam snickered and looked again at the house, all lit up inside. There were at least three hulking shadows that lumbered from room to room. He turned back to the cell phone. NO RESCUE THEN.
DUDE NO JOKES.
Sam snorted. Like he'd ever leave him in there. SIT TIGHT.
NO CHOICE.
Truer words had never been spoken.
Pocketing his cell, Sam started back to the house. Maybe he could get a glimpse of these things through the windows and figure out what they were.
END FICLET