A/N: I'm back.
Summary: Dean finds himself on the menu for a hungry Navajo witch.
Word Count: 100 on the nose. Boo-yah!
The yenaldooshi stood up. She growled. Nine feet tall, pure fugly, claws, fur and teeth.
The human male turned around. Oh, he was gorgeous! Prime meat.
This would be her third meal tonight. She loved the number three.
Life was good.
The ground shook as the skinwalker rushed forward.
Moss green eyes darkened to black.
Dean Winchester reached into his back waistband. The First Blade sang.
The witch's dark eyes widened in surprise.
She stopped short, whimpering. No! It was impossible! Monsters don't hunt each other!
She turned to run. Too late.
Third time's the charm.
~finis~