@onceblcd || a meme i lost in my drafts || here you go! hi!
[gasp] for sender to press their hand against receiver's neck.
dean's head rests against the rain-slicked brick of a random building in a random alleyway that he tracked the damn monster to. dispatched of it easy. the remains were stuffed inside the dumpster on his left. ready for trash day. just another homicide in a city that sees dozens more than the police have the manpower to ever solve the stack of nameless faces and lost souls gone before their time that just keeps piling up.
what he didn't expect was the pal the dude had falling from the freaking roof and landing behind him with a set of fangs that ripped into his throat with a satisfied hum. pain radiated out like bolts of lightning spiderwebbed through his skin, his veins. know how hard it is to get one of those sons of bitches off you when their teeth are embedded in your skin? damn hard. fucking impossible if you were anyone who couldn't defend yourself.
dean could. the head sitting in the shadow of the same dumpster his buddy's rotten corpse is in stares with dead, round eyes at the hunter only feet from the rest of him. bloody stump of a neck and all. blood loss made the hunter bounce on his ass when he hit the pavement. torn throat leaking steadily as he clasped his hand against the wound and dialed his brother's phone. the screen's dark. sam's either on his way or didn't answer. lashes cover his eyes and he doesn't stir when a hand rests upon his neck. not right away. when he does. eyes squint open and he scrambles weakly for the blade at his side. "swear t'god if y---," but his voice is distant, loopy. all he sees is a shadow then nothing as unconsciousnes drags him back under.
