SPN Oneshots

Dialogue Prompt (#2/5.)

SPN Dialogue Prompts. (#2/5.)
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"Did you hear that scream? That was the girliest thing I've ever heard!"

"Yes, I did, actually! Probably because it was MY scream, asshole!"

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((Dean W.)) ((Jack K.)) -Platonic

A loud scream had rung out from the west end of the Bunker, closest the the garage.

At first, the scream had scared you, worried that something had somehow gotten inside and was now torturing a woman.

And then you remembered. At this very time, you were the only girl inside that Bunker at the time.

Charlie had just left the Bunker's walls yesterday morning to get back to her apartment, rather focusing on sending out cases that could be potential hunts.

It was a nice distraction, but we all had work to get back to eventually.

So unless Rowena had showed up( or maybe Donna and Jody had brought the girls over for a visit, there was nobody that could have let out a scream as loud as that.

Deciding to be brave, you grabbed the revolver from your side table and wandered out from your room and the investigate where the sound came from.

As you walked and called out names, you made sure to clear out walls and corners you couldn't see around clearly, a habit burned well into your brain by the boys you lived with.

"Sam? Dean? Cas? Are you all good?"

You stopped at an open door, the one of many that led into the garage. Light had peered out through the small cracks, signaling that someone was indeed inside.

Sam was always insistent on turning the lights off once you were done in a room.

"I swear to Jesus, if this is some prank, I'll shove my fashioned piece down your throats. So not cool..."

You slowly nudged the door open with your foot as you kept your finger hovered just above the trigger.

A string of curses and more light yelling could be heard, as well as the fumbling and thudding of things being thrown on the floor.

"That slithery, Hell-beast better get the fuck out of my Baby! If I have to start lighting stuff on fire, I will!"

You had watched Dean fumble around his car with an iron, fire poker, shrill shrieking coming from deep in his throat as a light hissing continued.

"Dean? What in the world are you doing with our fire poker? You're going to gouge an eye out."

"It's actually my snake repellent, if you must know. Just bought it from an exterminator!"

Dean had sassed, before shrieking again when the corn snake lunged and struck the air inches from the poker he waved around, warning the Hunter to keep his attempts to a minimum.

"Jack's damned snake escaped its enclosure and decided to slither it's evil way into my Baby's exhaust pipes!"

"Oh, grow a pair, Dean. It's just a baby. Here, move aside, I've got this."

You walked around the Impala and pushed Dean away, giving you some distance. You took the iron poker from his hands and set it on the floor, not wanting anything to get too out of hand than it already has.