E/O Challenge: Drip

Drip.

Drip.

They were running out of time.

"How much longer?" an anxious Sammy asked.

"Any time, kid," an equally anxious Dean answered, glancing over his shoulder.

Another deep grunt came from behind them.

Drip.

"Maybe we can still get some," Sam asked hopefully.

Another grunt.

"No timeā€¦" Dean said.

Drip.

"C'mon!" Sam whispered, pleading.

The mass behind them, emitting a long, deep growl, began to rise.

Time had just run out.

The percolator slowly emitted another drop.

One thing the brothers knew for sure: stay out of John Winchester's way before he's had his first morning cup of coffee.