"Goddammit," Dean snarled, catching the leg against his ribs. "You don't - " Dean's head whipped around at a sound from behind them, faint as a twig snapping. He had his gun off the ground and pointed in the direction of the noise before Roger's leg even returned to earth.
Dean blinked fiercely, but there was nothing there but jungle. Green and blue and brown met his eyes, but not an ounce of red. For the first time since Roger had smoothed dirt back over the ground, Dean began to wonder.
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Date: 2009-07-20 02:47 am (UTC)Dean blinked fiercely, but there was nothing there but jungle. Green and blue and brown met his eyes, but not an ounce of red. For the first time since Roger had smoothed dirt back over the ground, Dean began to wonder.
Was nothing coming after all?