𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

056

I take in the eerie, abandoned house with an unnerving feeling settling deep in my bones. It's wood was splintering, had windows sealed shut with flat wood, and had weeds growing out everywhere. It was a perfect spot for a rawhead to hide out, I mean, who in their right mind would want to step into this place.

Oh wait.

"How many volts you got these things at?" I ask Dean when he hands me a taser.

"100,000 volts." Dean answers, handing me another taser to give to Sam.

"Damn." I mumble, grabbing it and giving it to Sam.

"Yeah, I want this rawhead extra freakin' crispy."

"So do I, but, uh, make sure you don't mistake us for a rawhead. I don't exactly want to be burnt to a crisp."

"Remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count." I nod and flip my flashlight on. My footsteps are light and soundless as I make my way into the house, leading the party. I stay on high alert, keeping my senses sharp. I search every inch as we move from room to room, looking for both the kids and the rawhead. I wasn't sure which I wanted to see first.

The main floor was clear, so I move our charge to the basement. My hair stands on end as I descend down the creaky steps, wincing silently every time I hear the whine of stress coming from the wood. Dumb and dumber behind me weren't as quiet. The basement was mucky and humid and it smelled awful, like really bad dog breath.

I spin around and aim my taser and flashlight at an old wardrobe when I hear shuffling. I look over my shoulder at Dean and Sam, gutting my head towards the wardrobe. The three of us slowly creep towards it then glance at each other.

"On three." Dean whispers. I nod shortly. "1...2...3." Dean opens the wooden door fast and small screams escape two kids, their eyes squinting at the three sets of flashlights shining in their eyes. I frown at their dirty state and at the way they are balled up, covering their ears.

"Is it still here?" San asks them in a whisper. They respond by nodding swiftly.

"Okay, grab your sister's hand. We're gonna get you out of here. Let's go. Let's go." Dean grabs the little boy's hand and I grab the girl's, helping them up. I push the two of them in front of us all and up the stairs hastily.

"Go. Go." I tell them hurriedly. I turn back when Sam shouts and falls down the stairs from the rawhead that grabs him from under the stairs.

"Sam!" Dean and I call.

"Go! I'm right behind you!" Sam grunts. I don't argue this time, pushing the kids to move again. How I wish I did stay and did argue. Sam was in fact behind me by the time I got the kids in the car and checked them for any injuries. But Dean didn't follow.

"Where's Dean?" Is the first thing I ask him as he comes to a stop in front of me.

"Inside with the rawhead. Are they alright?"

"By himself?!" I exclaim. Ducking into the car, I grab my taser and move for the house again.

"Jen. He's got it."

"I don't care." I growl. My steps are a little more rushed now, determined to reach Dean in time to help, but I was too late. I walk two steps down into basement before I'm flying down the rest at the sight of an unconscious Dean in a pile of water and a fried rawhead only feet away from him. "Dean!" I cry, jumping over the creature to stand next to him. My eyes trail over the taser gun in his hand, to the wire that's in the pool of water, to the rawhead where the taser pins are buried into its chest plate. "Oh, no, Dean. Dean no!" I quickly try to pull him out of the water but it's difficult with the dead weight. "Sam! Sam, he definitely does not got it!" I scream out so he can hear me. I hear loud footsteps from above alerting me that Sam heard my call for him. I grunt, still trying to pull Dean out of the water.