'The hell are you?' Dean demanded, keeping his voice low and leaning down over the newcomer. It approached the rat carcass and held the scythe over it. He looked around for something to swat the thing, when he saw a shape solidify out of the shadows.Ī tiny figure in a black hood, carrying a weensy scythe in its tiny skeletal paws, seemed to step out of the darkness. He started to look for something to use to scoop up the carcass, when he heard something scrabble out of the corner. Not his favorite job, even though he had gotten used to getting his hands dirty. Back when they were kids, he and Sammy had once lived in a house plagued with the creatures, and back then, it had been Dean's job to set and empty the rat traps. He pulled his foot back, but it came a moment too late: he looked down to find, in the patch of light from the open bathroom door, the smalll, flattened body of a young rat, likely in search of the greasy burger bags in the trash can.ĭammit. He had gotten up in the middle of the night to take a leak, and on the way back from the bathroom, he felt his foot on something small and squashy. Of course, the notion went out of his head, when he went to grab a bag of burgers and ended up grabbing some company for the night to share them with: a cute counter clerk named Trixie, who had a cute little giggle, like a happy, squeaky little mouse (not that Dean was into animal-people, but somehow it worked on *her*). Guess he would have to be extra careful not to leave any leftovers from dinner, when he went to pick it up. Sure enough, he found a small hole in the baseboard, something with toothmarks around it. No visible rat or mouse holes at first, till he had tried loading a shotgun and dropped one of the shells, which rolled under an end table, and he got down on hands and knees to see where it had gone to. Well, hopefully management had had the exterminator in recently.

The moment Dean laid eyes on the motel room, it had looked as if it might have a few little visitors lurking in the walls, something about the air and the way the legs of the furniture looked nibbled. Not really your thing? Why not try to fill one of the lonely prompts instead? Star Trek/Haven, any, he's not troubled he's just a Vulcan. The Avengers/House Hunters, any, house number three. Sherlock/Doctor Who, any, sometimes you get help whether you want it or not. +If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces. +If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again. +No more than three prompts in the same fandom. Well, here's your chance to make that prompt. Reid on Criminal Minds? Have a strange craving to know who would win in a fight, Xena or Nakita. For my last day of hosting I thought I'd go with a prompt dear to my heart, highly unlikely crossovers.Īlways wanted to know what it would be like if Kermit the Frog was partnered with Dr.

Earthsong by Victor Kelleher