FIC: Shall We Dance
Title: Shall We Dance
Genre: Suspense, Mystery, Gen
Rating: PG-13
Character: Dean, Sam
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
Word Count: 200
Summary: Dean and Sam find themselves in a jam and in need of help.
Disclaimer: I'm just having a little fun with these awesome characters. I don't own anything related to Supernatural.
SHALL WE DANCE
By: vansgroi
Pinned firmly against the wall, Dean's gaze danced around the room, searching for a weapon. Finding none, his gaze landed on his brother, who was pinned opposite him. Green locked with hazel, conveying "we're screwed" without opening his mouth. He flinched as the point of a sharp nail pierced his side.
"We gonna dance all night, dickbag? 'Cause lemme tell you, this tango we're doing-it's getting tiresome."
The creature smiled, showing a mouthful of teeth. "Really? I thought we made a rather elegant tableau." It leaned in, running its tongue across his cheek, leaving a line of blood behind.
"Ugh, seriously? That's just nasty. And you need a mint pronto."
"I am going to enjoy ripping you apart, Dean Winchester." It chuckled low in its throat. "Piece by piece. And slowly too. Ever so slowly...just because I can."
"Can you?"
"Of course, who's going to stop me? Your overgrown brother over there? He's next."
"No. Not Sam." A new voice sounded in the room. "I am."
Castiel's hand latched onto the creature's forehead. There was a flash and a sizzle. And then a pile of ash.
"Perfect timing, Cas! Thanks for the save!"
FIN
Genre: Suspense, Mystery, Gen
Rating: PG-13
Character: Dean, Sam
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
Word Count: 200
Summary: Dean and Sam find themselves in a jam and in need of help.
Disclaimer: I'm just having a little fun with these awesome characters. I don't own anything related to Supernatural.
SHALL WE DANCE
By: vansgroi
Pinned firmly against the wall, Dean's gaze danced around the room, searching for a weapon. Finding none, his gaze landed on his brother, who was pinned opposite him. Green locked with hazel, conveying "we're screwed" without opening his mouth. He flinched as the point of a sharp nail pierced his side.
"We gonna dance all night, dickbag? 'Cause lemme tell you, this tango we're doing-it's getting tiresome."
The creature smiled, showing a mouthful of teeth. "Really? I thought we made a rather elegant tableau." It leaned in, running its tongue across his cheek, leaving a line of blood behind.
"Ugh, seriously? That's just nasty. And you need a mint pronto."
"I am going to enjoy ripping you apart, Dean Winchester." It chuckled low in its throat. "Piece by piece. And slowly too. Ever so slowly...just because I can."
"Can you?"
"Of course, who's going to stop me? Your overgrown brother over there? He's next."
"No. Not Sam." A new voice sounded in the room. "I am."
Castiel's hand latched onto the creature's forehead. There was a flash and a sizzle. And then a pile of ash.
"Perfect timing, Cas! Thanks for the save!"
FIN