FIC: Murinea
Title: Murinea
Author:
buriedchild
Pairing: Dean, Gen
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Word Count: 300
Disclaim: I do not own Dean or Supernatural. Guh
Author Notes: Written on a whim for Found_fic_spn Challenge #39. It's pretty bad. Pretty pretty bad. It just sorta came out of nowhere.
Not Beta'd so all mistakes are mine.
The air’s thick with the scent of cooking grease and dust. Thick film of ancient food and grit seep into Dean’s skin, into his nostrils and on his tongue. Goddamned smell’s making his stomach flip. Hunger or fear, he’d bet a bit of both.
Sweeping the flashlight back and forth across the shadowy cafeteria, he weaves through the maze of chairs and tables to make his way toward the dark kitchen. The EMF is silent in his left hand.
A sound of metal tinkering against stainless steel and tile is coming from behind the large double doors. Sporadic clatter gets louder as he nears the doors. Shining the flashlight through the round door windows he takes a step closer, pulling his nose near the glass to check the room.
Suddenly, a ghoul springs up violently from below the window and mashes an ugly face into the glass only inches from his. It’s thundering maniacal shrieks echo through the room and Dean takes a frightened step back before he shits himself stupid. And faints.
But it doesn’t really happen like that.
Shaking the thought from his head with a breath and a curse, he exchanges the flashlight with the handgun nestled snugly against the small of his back. Breathes again and reaches for the doorknob.
It’s near pitch black but there’s enough sparse light through the room’s block windows to see.
It’s worse than he feared.
Rats. Dozens and dozens of them, thick bellied and whiskered, carpet the floor and countertops, nibbling and scurrying through the abandoned room.
It’s a spilt second before air shifts and bedlam breaks loose. He’d think they’d run from the gigantic mammal in the room but no. A rat swarm exodus running straight at him.
Gun’s not going to protect him. Not this time.
Fuckin’ rats.
So... what?