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priscaTitle: The Ghost Shark
Prompt: Ghost Shark
Character: Dean Winchester
Words: 274
Finished: Match 2016
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Still shaking, Dean closed his eyes and pulled his little brother into his arms. That had been close; almost too close. He didn't want to think about what this ... thing ... the ghost shark ... would have done with Sam if he hadn't come back in time.
His father had warned them not to leave the shabby cabin. But the comic he was reading had been boring and Sammy was asleep, so he did sneak away to the nearby gas station. Only for some minutes, but when he returned, Sammy was gone.
He found him at the small lake, standing near the beach, staring over the water. It had taken some time until Dean had realized what was going on. The ghost shark his dad was hunting had found them: a blurred, grey, enormous body and black eyes full of hate.
Never before Dean had felt so much panic, inwardly he cried for his dad. He would know what to do, but Dean didn't. He had forced himself to stay calm, pretending to know what to do next. He was the hunter today. If he failed, it wouldn't only mean certain death for Sammy but for him, too.
"Dean!" The sharp voice of his father tore him out of his thoughts. "What's going on?"
"It's nothing, just a nightmare," he lied. "Sammy is okay."
And he took his little brother into his arms to bring him back to bed, and when he felt his arms around his neck, his warm breath, his still-wet face, and his heartbeat, it felt like the truth, at least for the moment.
Prompt: Ghost Shark
Character: Dean Winchester
Words: 274
Finished: Match 2016
:::
Still shaking, Dean closed his eyes and pulled his little brother into his arms. That had been close; almost too close. He didn't want to think about what this ... thing ... the ghost shark ... would have done with Sam if he hadn't come back in time.
His father had warned them not to leave the shabby cabin. But the comic he was reading had been boring and Sammy was asleep, so he did sneak away to the nearby gas station. Only for some minutes, but when he returned, Sammy was gone.
He found him at the small lake, standing near the beach, staring over the water. It had taken some time until Dean had realized what was going on. The ghost shark his dad was hunting had found them: a blurred, grey, enormous body and black eyes full of hate.
Never before Dean had felt so much panic, inwardly he cried for his dad. He would know what to do, but Dean didn't. He had forced himself to stay calm, pretending to know what to do next. He was the hunter today. If he failed, it wouldn't only mean certain death for Sammy but for him, too.
"Dean!" The sharp voice of his father tore him out of his thoughts. "What's going on?"
"It's nothing, just a nightmare," he lied. "Sammy is okay."
And he took his little brother into his arms to bring him back to bed, and when he felt his arms around his neck, his warm breath, his still-wet face, and his heartbeat, it felt like the truth, at least for the moment.