Resident in Supernatural.

PART 2. The guy woke up it is not clear where. Dark, short hair, combed on the right side, pale purple eyes, height... somewhere under 190. So, when he appreciated the situation, he realized that he was in some dimly lit basement, the walls of which were covered with an incomprehensible, black mass. In the distance there was a noise and the guy first saw a shadow, and behind it a creature that vaguely resembled a person. -Damn it… the young man whispered in a panic and looked for something in the pockets of black trousers that could save him from the approaching... abomination. Found only gum. - Well, get hurt! And what should I do now?! Run. And he ran forward, along the way looking for an exit from this... place. The creature also accelerated, pecking its vile teeth. She did not have time to catch up with her victim - two more creatures crawled out of the walls, knocking down the first. -there now. Only this gop-compass was not enough for me! - said the guy, seeing reinforcements at the corner of his eye. While playing catch-up, two more runners joined. - Dude, stop! - suddenly one of the creatures yelled, running last. "We'll talk! Oh! That is, we want to devour! Hundred! The young man did not listen to them and did not slow down. As a result, the lagging creature began to cover the front of the runner with a three-story mat, not hoping to get it for dinner. The rest of them laughed brutally, listening to their dialogue. While the young man was running, he noticed the door, but since he was rushing too fast, he flew past it. - Damn it! - Nobody, nobody! On the second lap you will drop in! - the creature grinned and added: - If you stay alive, of course! The rest of the creatures supported sarcasm with a gogot. We ran in the second round. The young man stopped near the door and began to pull the handle hard on himself. The door did not open, and the hungry creatures (I will call them ludoids further) were approaching, rapidly reducing the boy's hopes of saving his skin. What should I do? What to do?! - STO-OITE! - the guy shouted loudly, turning to the pursuers and putting his hands in front of him. The cannibals running in front got scared and stopped abruptly, staring at the victim in shock. Others flew into them and turned out to be a lot of small. - Well, what moron guessed to stop without warning?! - the man-man mothershinnik gave his voice. - HE stopped us! - the first two paws pointed at the culprit. He did it! - Well, that's it, guy, fucked you! - getting out from under the heap, the cannibal moved on the victim. *** - Sammy, what's wrong with you!? - Satan stopped the film and turned to him, noticing a misunderstanding in the eyes of the hunter who was getting used to the chair. Are you scared of these idiots? Sammy, I confess I have just become disillusioned with you as a hunter. "They don't bother me. - the hunter with his feet climbed onto the chair and, turning away from Lucifer, began to periodically tremble. Lucifer still watched Sam. "What then, hunter?" Regarding the quarrel, I inform you confidently: you will make peace. Dean will cool down and you will have everything as before. After these words, the younger Winchester did not feel better, and he began to tremble even more. "Sam?" the archangel called. "What?" he replied nervously. - Go warm up. "Where to go?" Sam turned slowly to the Lightbringer. Lucifer amicably spread his hands to the sides. - To me! - the Devil said cheerfully and immediately became serious. "You're all the way already. Go, don't be afraid! I'm not in the right mood to mock you. "That's exactly what's weird." the hunter thought to himself. - "Wait, or don't expect a catch from you, I wonder?" "Don't wait. - sincerely, or maybe not, answered Sam Lucifer's thoughts and broke into a smile. - Coming, no? Otherwise, I will be offended and will not be friends with you! The hunter smiled sluggishly, reflected a little and headed for the Devil. Timidly sat on his lap, waiting for some dirty trick on his part. Lutz sighed, covering his eyes, then took a large and warm red blanket out of the air and wrapped it in a hunter. Then he pulled him towards him, facing his neck, and began to slowly swing from side to side, lulling him. "Where did you get that blanket from?" asked Sam, yawning. - Yes, so... I argued with one demoness that I would torture someone in him to death... - What Devil can do without sarcasm and sharpness? That's right. None. The hunter began to rush in a panic, but Lutz calmed him down by stroking his hair and turning him to face him. - I was joking, stupid! 'the Devil explained loudly. "Sleep if you like. We will continue viewing later. And Sammy fell asleep in Lucifer's arms.