Beware The Judderman Epilogue 10/10
Title: Beware The Judderman Epilogue
Author: spnmermaid
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: Gen
Characters: Dean W, Sam W
Word count: 600 approx (This Part)
Summary: A remote hunt takes a sinister turn when Dean is badly injured and their presence draws some unwanted attention.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Injury, blood, swearing
Disclaimer: In my mind they're all mine
Eddie fumbled with his zipper with numb fingers, dragging it up to cover his neck. He was an idiot. A genuine, foolproof moron with a side of stupid.
What had he been thinking leaving the house without a proper coat in this weather? It had been snowing all day and all he put on was a damn jacket and sneakers.
The stupid cat had probably been at home for hours now; it was probably sat by the stupid fire that he'd left stupid burning because he thought he'd only be ten stupid minutes while he went out and looked for the stupid thing.
And now he was lost, in the middle of the woods and it was still snowing and had covered all his footprints. It felt like he was going in circles, every tree and rock and damn shrub looked the same. The moon kept disappearing behind the clouds and the flashlight on his phone was being temperamental so he could hardly see a thing.
His feet were soaked, his fingers and nose numb. He should call someone, but then they'd yell at him for being stupid and he was doing that just fine all by himself thank you. Besides, there wasn't any signal to get his GPS working so he doubted he'd be able to make a phone call.
He must be nearly back now, he was sure these woods had never been this big before. He was getting paranoid too, every horror movie he'd ever seen was racing through his head and he kept expecting knife wielding maniacs to jump out and slit his throat. Yep, too many horror movies.
A branch snapped somewhere off to his left and he spun in that direction. He kept moving, peering into the darkness, straining hard to hear any sound. He wasn't paying attention when his foot snagged on something and he crashed to the ground with a barely stifled cry. He grimaced as he felt his phone crack in his hand as he fell. The dim light gave up the ghost all together and plunged him into what would be complete darkness if not for the snow.
He squinted in the night, and groped around, trying to see what he'd tripped on. His hand closed around what he assumed was a strong twig; there were lots of them actually, in weird little piles. Huh, must be some sort of animal thing.
He pushed himself to his feet, walking cautiously now, unable to see anything apart from the vague shapes of what looked like sticks on the ground. Either that or he'd walked into a dead animal. Gross, the thing was big, maybe a badger.
He was so cold, he was mad at the cat, the stupid cat that was probably enjoying a nice warm fire right about now.
He heard something again or at least thought he did, maybe it was just the way the wind picked up and stirred the snow.
He paused, because he thought he heard it again, a voice. There was someone out here, someone who might know where the hell he was. Then why was he suddenly so scared, why couldn't he move? He should be shouting out, drawing attention to himself, but instead he just stood there, listening intently, eyes bulging wide in the darkness.
He heard it again then, barely a voice at all, it was like the wind was whispering,
"Eeedddddiiiiiieeeeeeeee."
A.N. Thanks again to anyone who read this story, I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know what you thought.