Title: Weary

Author: Letting The Rain In

Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.

Challenge Phrase: Raw

Word Count: 100.

Fellow Players: Too many to name, but you know who you are! Also, there's a list. Just in case.

The stench of raw meat fills Dean's nostrils and clouds the back of his throat. Crows wait, watching with hungry eyes, content to fast for their feast. The black winged savages are beneath his consideration.

Raising his gun, Sam doing the same beside him, Dean sights along the scope. He can pick out individual hairs in the creatures pelt, each strand threaded with moonlight.

Squeezing the trigger, silver bullets rip through muscle and shatter bone, and from this, there's no healing, only a dead teenaged girl and a new nightmare.

Sam can't stop staring. Dean can't bear to look anymore.