Fic: Oops
Let me show you why I love the random bunnies...[/sarcasm]
Title: Oops
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: No spoilers for S3, non-graphic character death, unbeta'd
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby
The door bursts in under the weight of Sam's body, rolling until it hits a stack of books and Bobby's already on his feet, the Holy Water in one hand and a studded baseball bat in the other, eyes darting from Sam's scrambling frame to the door, Dean's figure familiar enough.
"'S not him, Bobby," Sam slurs with the split lip, hazel eyes wide, his body curled around the pain.
Dean's dark eyes cut his way, cold and still, the barrel of the ancient gun unwavering. He says nothing, and for a moment the only sound in the book-filled room comes from Sam's hitching breaths.
The Colt's like a black hole, all eyes drawn to it.
"Dean?"
Something goes stiff in Dean, his posture hardening, eyes back on Sam still cowering on the floor. His finger twitches, but there's enough left in Bobby's bones to throw the bat before the trigger's drawn, the blow knocking the weapon out of Dean's hand, force him off balance.
Dean misses, lunging for the gun, and Bobby picks it up, holds it out of the reach of either man on the floor, standing between the brothers. The green eyes just look up at him, shadowed.
A soft huh from Sam, his breaths beginning to even out, and Dean's still silent, please-please-please in his eyes louder with every heartbeat, fixating on a spot beyond Bobby's shoulder and widening.
He turns and barely sees the poker coming, shit the last thought before it's lights out and new bloodstains on the books.
See? And now the bastard's buggered off and not telling me anything more. *pouts*
I also seem to have the dumb, so please forgive any awkward phrasings. Let this remind everyone that dross will always outweigh the diamonds. Except when tigriswolf is concerned. *still head over heels in love with these two fics*
And now I'm going to delve into the depths of my inbox and flist!