Enkidu07's Drabble Challenge - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CiZiwejes. (Sorry it's not western themed.)
Challenge Word: FAINT
Word Count: I did a double drabble this week - 200 words on the dot.
Other players in the challenge are now too many to list here! There're lots of people raking up the the Supernatural leaves. You can find the list of names at Enkidu07's profile page and/or OnyxMoonbeam's profile page. Also, to find all of the lovely drabbles, there's a sweet little C2 community out there to subscribe to and enjoy. You can find the link on their profile pages mentioned above.
Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.
Run and Done
By: Vanessa Sgroi
The faint whiff of rot was all the warning Dean got. Acting on hunter instinct alone, he quickly thrust backward with the heavy cast iron rod he carried, smiling grimly when he heard an outraged, if not pained, squeal from behind him.
Knowing the reprieve was only temporary, Dean ran, sprinting for the area where Sam had cleverly laid out the trap. Spying the flickering glow of several candles, he applied an extra burst of speed, just as the whiff of rot returned, and there came a tug on the back of his britches. With a yell, Dean dived over the circle of intricately drawn symbols, dragging the creature with him. Dean cleared the circle, leaving his ethereal stalker trapped in the middle.
Standing, he dusted himself off, watched the oily black fog roil and seethe while listening to Sam call out the rest of the divertissement ritual. A few minutes later the cloud exploded, splattering into nothingness with a final maddened scream.
Trudging to his brother's side, he bumped his shoulder against Sam's. "Well, that's a first—we just offed the ghost of a friggin' satyr."
Sam nudged back. "Yeah, one who had quite the crush on you apparently."