Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble opening line: The first one was intense, the second knocked him off his feet. Dean Winchester versus the Creeper from Jeepers Creepers.
Word Count: 100
The first one was intense, the second knocked him off his feet.
Dean hit the ground hard. Fear rose up in his gut.
…no…I screwed up…
Everything went black.
The Creeper clawed its way up from the hated ground.
First day, 23rd spring.
It kneeled over the meat, sniffed that freckled skin.
Beautiful. Strong. Tasty.
The boy opened his eyes.
Jeepers Creepers, the demon whistled, where'd you get them peepers…
The human held this funny old pistol in his hand.
The Creeper laughed.
"Gotcha," Dean whispered fiercely. He aimed Samuel Colt's special gun, pulled the trigger.
Back in 1835, when Halley's Comet was overhead, same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter. A man like us, only on horseback. Story goes, he made thirteen bullets. This hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. They say... they say this gun can kill anything.
– John Winchester, 1.20 Dead Man's Blood
A/N: I have the feeling that Dean didn't want Sam around with this one, especially if Dean wasn't sure that the Colt would work. Sam's unconscious and handcuffed in the bathroom of their motel room. There's gonna be major bitchface when Dean gets back. Even tho in the movies they say the Creeper can't be killed, I like to think that Sam Colt's pistol could do the job. After all the Creeper never met the Winchesters. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.