IT'S MURDER, a supernatural fanfic

E/O Drabble Challenge

Challenge Phrase: CROW

Word Count: 100 words on the nose for the drabble itself. Bonus section not counted.

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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.

IT'S MURDER

By: Vanessa Sgroi

Dean eyed the obsidian crow perched high above on the gutter of the ramshackle Tudor. It spread its wings, cocked its head, cawed, and tucked the wings away.

"I don't like the looks of that crow, Sammy."

"It's fine. It's just a bird."

"I'm telling you…"

The crow drifted down, settling in a nearby tree. It cawed loudly—much more loudly than it should've. An answer caw came from somewhere nearby. More screeching cries joined in.

Soon the brothers found themselves surrounded by a murder of crows as they stood back to back. Dean swallowed hard. "Just a bird, huh?"

FIN

Bonus Section:

Here are a few of my older poems about crows that seemed fitting. I thought I'd share with everyone. Hope no one minds.

The Crows

The once fair-weathered crows,
they sit,
high upon their tense wire.
Watching.
Cawing and cackling
with mad glee
at the destruction
they wrought.

Last Stand

Encroaching darkness,
defeat riding the gleam
of a cawing crow's wing.
Last stand on shaky ground.
Quicksand eager to hasten
silent suffocation.

Wake Up Caw

The caw-caw-cawing of
the crow on the curb
rings rowdy and raucous
on the muggy morning air.
Noisily, he natters to
his partner, his mate,
who answers animatedly
from raised rooftop.
A full-mouthed morning
wake up caw.