DEAN VS RATS
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I wouldn't mind keeping Dean.
Written for a prompt in the Dean-focused hurt/comfort comment-fic meme (#5)
Dean freaks out when he sees a huge rat in their motel room.
"SAM, HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN THE SHOWER?" asked Dean as he sat on his bed, flicking through the channels on the motels ancient TV. "I NEED TO TAKE A LEAK!"
"I'LL BE A MINUTE! I'M JUST GETTING CHANGED!"
Dean shook his head, and continued changing channels. "A minute my ass. He'll be in there at least another hour blow drying the mop he calls a hairdo," he said to the empty room.
Finally deciding on a western, Dean smiled and relaxed back into the pillows to watch the movie. A movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention, so he turned and gasped when he saw a huge grey rat, with a tail almost as long as it's body, was sitting beside the bed staring up at him with eyes as black as night.
"HOLY CRAP!" he screamed in a slightly high voice. "SAAAAAAAAAAAM!"
A fully clothed Sam, hair still wet from his shower came charging into the main room, armed with his toothbrush. "Dean? Are you alri... What the hell are you doing?" he asked when he saw Dean standing on the bed, holding the remote in-front of him like a weapon.
"RAT!" yelled Dean, trembling slightly in shock. He looked back on the floor, but the rat was no longer there, it had probably ran off at hearing Dean's (manly) screaming.
"Where?" asked Sam, looking around the room.
"I-It's gone." Dean shuddered, and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
"A rat? You scream like you're being attacked because you saw a little rat?"
"I swear to god, Sam. It was about 6 foot tall, had a billion legs and its tail was so huge it looked like it had a snake coming out of its ass."
"Uh-huh," said Sam, nodding, pretending he believed every word. "It had a billion legs, did it?"
Dean shrugged, still shaking in shock. "Okay it had four. I may have exaggerated slightly."
"Slightly?" asked Sam, raising his eyebrows, wondering if Dean's 6 foot rat with a billion legs could've been a tiny mouse with four regular legs.
"H-He... Uh... Its eyes were black like a demon... and it was staring at me like it wanted to skin me alive. It was sitting there, growling at me. It's frigging demonic, Sam."
"Riiiiight. Of course it is."
"I'm telling the... WHOA!" yelled Dean suddenly when the 'huge demonic rat' came running out from his hiding place and scurried across the room.
As Sam turned around, Dean jumped from the bed and onto his back. "Dean, what the hell?" he asked, grabbing the wardrobe to keep from being knocked over.
"D-Did you see it?"
"Yeah. I saw it, I'm not blind," Sam snapped, but even he had to admit the rat was huge. "Okay, we're leaving. If there's one rat, there could be hundreds." He took a step forward, but Dean was still attached to him. "Er... Dean? Can you let me go now?"
"NO!" Dean shook his head, and wrapped his arms and legs tighter around Sam. "No way, dude. It could grab my leg, and gnaw it off."
Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed their bags from their beds, and proceeded to pack both his and his brothers belongings, while Dean clung onto him like a koala. He was about to shake him off, but he could feel Dean's heart hammering against his back, and his shaky breathing against his cheek, and he didn't have the heart to do it.
Clinging tightly to his brother, Dean's huge eyes darted around the room to make sure the rat had not come back out. "H-Hurry up, Sam. Hurry up," he whispered against Sam's cheek as they headed for the bathroom to get the rest of their things.
"I'm hurrying," Sam told him, trying to ignore the fact that he was carrying his brother around on his back like a horse.
After placing the last of their things into the duffels, Sam zipped up the bags, and picked them up. "I'm done. Come on, you drama queen," he said, before heading for the door while piggybacking his brother out of the motel room.
"Why couldn't we have been ambushed by demons? Why rats?" Dean could take on any ghost, demon, vampire, wendigo, or any other Supernatural creature no problem, but he seriously HATED rats.
As soon as Sam closed the door behind them, Dean loosened his death grip, and dropped down. "I'm driving," he said, holding his hand out for the keys with a voice slightly deeper than normal as he tried to sound as though he wasn't freaked out a minute ago.
"Are you sure you don't want me to piggyback you to the car, and drive you away from the wittle mouse?"
Dean glared, and hit Sam around the head. "Just give me the damn keys. And the next time you get freaked out by a clown, I'll lock you in a room with it."
"At least I'm not scared of rats."
"I'm not scared... I just... They freak me out slightly... but I'm not scared."
"Okay then, whatever you say Dean. You scream like a girl, and jump on me because you're very brave."
"I didn't scream like a girl, I yelled in a very manly way... like... like a marine," Dean tried defending himself.
Sam's lips twitched as he struggled not to laugh.
"Okay fine... to show you I'm not scared, I'm going to go back in there, and blow its tiny ratty brains out," said Dean, grabbing his gun from his duffel, and standing to his full height.
"Dean..." sighed Sam, but Dean was already cautiously opening the door.
"If I'm not back in five minutes, leave without me... Then come back later and bury me. Don't forget to play 'Highway to hell', and 'Stairway to heaven', to cover all my bases."
"The rat's not going to kill you. What's he going to do, squeak at you until your ears bleed? Beat you to death with its tail? Claw your eyes out?"
"Sssshhhh. Don't give it any ideas. Wish me luck," he said, slowly walking in like a man going to his death...
Which according to Dean, he probably was.
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