Some dirt fell from above him, adding to the existing layer covering his skin. He wiped his brow, allow the motion was more for show as all it did was smudge the dirt and grim onto his cheeks. Dean looked up at the moon tiredly, and wished some of the cool night wind would find its way into the pit he had dug.
Dean sighed, his father was off elsewhere, leaving Dean to deal with burning the body. It was a task that usually he and Sammy had shared, but Sam was off at college, leaving unearthing graves to Dean.
Author's Note and disclaimer: As usual, Supernatural is far from mine, I only own the dvds and have a mini shrine to Jensen Ackles in my closet. Each of these little vignettes is 100 words long, and are a joy to write. Leave a review! Leave me words or ideas and they'll work their way into a story.