Sam couldn't help a slight wince as he watched the girl thrash despite the an entire iron bar through her chest, blood staining the carpet and walls. He didn't have much time to think about it, though, not even time to get his weapon back.
His side was still bleeding from where the stitches had torn and the other one went right for it, and he had no idea if it was because these were kids instead of adults, but they were moving a lot faster than the ones in town had been. Could've just been time passing, though, the creatures getting stronger as the night wore on. He'd been down there with Dean for a decent length of time.
Either way, an entire night of putting both his and Dean's weight on his injured leg had locked it up. With the added sharp throb in his side, getting off the ground in time wasn't even on the table. Sam threw up his arm instead, teeth sinking directly into the flesh just below the elbow, the damn thing latched on like a dog with a bone. White hot flashed through his arm. He bit back a yell, resisting his initial instinct to just yank, aware that he'd just tear a chunk straight out of his arm that way.
He fumbled for the poker, hoping to hell he could grab it before the corpse decided to chew off a piece of him all on its own. He pulled the weapon free, knowing full well he'd just unpinned the female in the process, and slammed the poker forward, aiming straight for the head this time. He had no idea what damage it would do—like everything in this place, nothing about this situation was matching up with what he thought he knew—but if it'd stun the monster enough to stop eating him, he'd take it.
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His side was still bleeding from where the stitches had torn and the other one went right for it, and he had no idea if it was because these were kids instead of adults, but they were moving a lot faster than the ones in town had been. Could've just been time passing, though, the creatures getting stronger as the night wore on. He'd been down there with Dean for a decent length of time.
Either way, an entire night of putting both his and Dean's weight on his injured leg had locked it up. With the added sharp throb in his side, getting off the ground in time wasn't even on the table. Sam threw up his arm instead, teeth sinking directly into the flesh just below the elbow, the damn thing latched on like a dog with a bone. White hot flashed through his arm. He bit back a yell, resisting his initial instinct to just yank, aware that he'd just tear a chunk straight out of his arm that way.
He fumbled for the poker, hoping to hell he could grab it before the corpse decided to chew off a piece of him all on its own. He pulled the weapon free, knowing full well he'd just unpinned the female in the process, and slammed the poker forward, aiming straight for the head this time. He had no idea what damage it would do—like everything in this place, nothing about this situation was matching up with what he thought he knew—but if it'd stun the monster enough to stop eating him, he'd take it.