A/N: Borrowed part of Dean's dialogue from the show. It was a perfect fit. I couldn't think of anything else. Maybe this should be classfied as an Xover, but hey, it's just a drabble.
Word Count: 100. Pay no attention to the words above and below the section line.
Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word: Close. Dean Winchester meets Edward Cullen. It doesn't end well.
The boy's drunk.
Noisy, carefree, ready to eat. He's a mouth-watering Happy Meal stumbling merrily along, served up in a darkened alley.
Wide green eyes, dark blond hair. Pretty or ugly, it makes no difference. Humans all taste like chicken in the dark. The hunger's too strong; Edward's tired of fighting it. He grabs his food by the shoulders, spins him around.
Bright silver steel flashes; sparkly pale flesh shatters like brittle ice.
Edward's severed head bounces onto the cobblestones like a half-ripe melon.
"Eat it, Twilight!" The words follow Edward down into the eternal dark. "Dude, you weren't even close..."
A/N: Oh come on, how did you think this was going to end?
Go, Dean! Awrrrooooo...Go Team Jacob!