Dean stepped into the hall and stepped into something straight out of a horror movie or something - gore splattered all over the place, his boot squelching in something that was either something's guts or puke plus guts plus do-I-really-want-to-know. He lifted his boot and grimaced.
"Think it's already on the way there," Dean said. His hand ghosted back to the hilt of his bowie knife as he turned with his flashlight, trying to find what might be responsible. "Hope that wasn't a person," he added, for a moment forgetting who he was talking to.
He glanced up. Oh, yeah. Right. Ruby. Annoyed he'd almost classified her as a person, Dean cleared his throat and took a big, careful step over a pile of more gore. It wasn't the worst he'd ever seen, but it was starting to get there and he had to hold his breath because whatever the stuff was, it was going rank enough to make his eyes sting. He made it to the middle of the hall when he heard a snuffling behind them. The gore on the floor made it hard to pick out the click of claws on tile and by the time Dean turned around, the three dogs were close enough he could see that soft glow of their eyes.
Didn't seem like these were responsible for splattering all that crap on the ceiling. For all he knew they were just homing in on a free meal. Dean took a careful, slow step back, glancing sidelong at Ruby without turning his head.
"Better hope you're dog-proof," he said, and meant it.
A piece of rotting skin hung off the lead dog's jaws as it licked its fangs, a string of drool dripping down as it snarled. Without warning the dog to its left suddenly burst free of its little back and made right for Ruby, kicking up gore as it charged the demon.
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"Think it's already on the way there," Dean said. His hand ghosted back to the hilt of his bowie knife as he turned with his flashlight, trying to find what might be responsible. "Hope that wasn't a person," he added, for a moment forgetting who he was talking to.
He glanced up. Oh, yeah. Right. Ruby. Annoyed he'd almost classified her as a person, Dean cleared his throat and took a big, careful step over a pile of more gore. It wasn't the worst he'd ever seen, but it was starting to get there and he had to hold his breath because whatever the stuff was, it was going rank enough to make his eyes sting. He made it to the middle of the hall when he heard a snuffling behind them. The gore on the floor made it hard to pick out the click of claws on tile and by the time Dean turned around, the three dogs were close enough he could see that soft glow of their eyes.
Didn't seem like these were responsible for splattering all that crap on the ceiling. For all he knew they were just homing in on a free meal. Dean took a careful, slow step back, glancing sidelong at Ruby without turning his head.
"Better hope you're dog-proof," he said, and meant it.
A piece of rotting skin hung off the lead dog's jaws as it licked its fangs, a string of drool dripping down as it snarled. Without warning the dog to its left suddenly burst free of its little back and made right for Ruby, kicking up gore as it charged the demon.