December 4th excerpt:
“Spiders are arachnids,” Sam absently corrected as he patted Rumsfeld’s nose and the dog slid down in the dirt until he was laying down with his chin flat against the ground for Sam to dismount. “They have eight legs, not six.”
December 4th excerpt:
“Spiders are arachnids,” Sam absently corrected as he patted Rumsfeld’s nose and the dog slid down in the dirt until he was laying down with his chin flat against the ground for Sam to dismount. “They have eight legs, not six.”
December 3rd excerpt:
For a moment, Logan thought Dean had shoved him into the exhaust pipe, a dark metal corridor that he wanted no part in. He could only imagine toxic smoke belching forth out of the dark to smother him. However, when he jolted to his feet and checked his hands, there was no grimy residue, only some dust. His frown deepened as he tried to figure out what the opening was even for.
“Are you kidding me? What if there is something that bites me all to shit?!” he called down.
“Just kick it!” came Dean’s not-so-helpful advice. “You’ve got boots, put ‘em to use!”
November 30th excerpt:
The entrance to Sam’s panic room remained intact and hidden, and it was Dean’s first place he wanted to check over. It needed to remain secured to the bottom of the underbelly while staying hidden, or it would lose its effectiveness.
Poking a finger in the entrance to make sure it was clear of any obstructions, Dean resolved to bug Sam later on to double check that no animals were roosting within. It would be a quick day’s work to pull off the tunnel and chase any birds or mice into the fields, and take care of any possible spiders.
With a grunt, Dean wiped down the outside of the pipe.
It all depends on the size of the bug/spider, of course, but these brothers won’t take something like that lightly. Mosquitoes are a little easier to deal with. As far as bugs go, they’re fairly frail. One good boot, even a teeny one like Dean’s, is enough to kill it off. (Bonus – check out this animation from @ask-tinysam: here) Lucky for them, they’re less of a target next to a regular sized human who has a lot more blood to offer. That would be a bite they’d feel for a long time afterwards.
If Jacob ever, ever, twitches the brothers off his shoulders, he better be ready to catch them! And the scolding would never end for him after that. Never.
Spiders they’ll need to take out with their knives if they encounter any. Worst comes to worst, they find a way out of there without setting the spider off. Better not get stuck in any webs like Sam managed in Schism!