Written for the Sharp Teeth horror community on LJ
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I only follow the bees
Dean won't listen to me, even when I make the tires squeal. I braked a little harder. He just keeps driving down the California highway. It dusty and hot as hell. The desert surrounds us, empty for miles. Why wasn't he watching at the gas station? Dean loves me, Dean looks out for me, but Dean didn't see it. It's in my belly curled and hungry. It came out from under the sand while I waited patiently by the pump. I tried to make the engine stall. The radio glitched halfway through his AC/DC tape. All the while it's waiting and slithering. There's not a soul out here and we're not even half way. Dean keeps driving without knowing. It talks to me, tells me everything. Souls and blood and awful stuff. If we come to a city all hell will break loose. It likes children and I can't stand to hear it's voice. It's hurting me Dean, clawing up my wires and scratching at my underbelly. Dean, baby, we're gonna crash. I'm sorry but there's just no other way to warn you.