Title: Froot Loop
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: None in particular
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Sam
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, not being paid
Word count: 240
Author's notes: Thank you to starrylizard and bellatemple for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Summary: Dean discovers that they do have a case.
Prompt Number: 41 - self-inflicted for fic found spn
"Is it self-inflicted?"
Dean squatted down, still holding the cell to his ear, and gazed up into the man's staring eyes. He probably hadn't seen it coming; sitting down for his breakfast at the kitchen table, newspaper open to the comics page. There was no sign of disturbance; the doors were locked and windows closed, no sign of forced entry. All signs that the cops had used to rule that the previous cases were suicide.
But there was the little matter of the foot and a half of badass sword that was sticking out of the man's mouth. Pointy end out, that is. So, unless he could have stuck it through the back of his head and out the front without cutting his hands on the blade of the sword, because that was one mother of a sword and you'd have to be Monkey Boy to reach that far back, and, oh, yeah, kept on pushing that baby home after he was long dead, it was definitely not self-inflicted.
"Nope, although, nasty."
Dean wouldn't be eating those Froot Loops, even though he was kinda hungry.
"I'm right."
"Yep," Dean agreed, standing back up.
Now they had a case, and a whole shitload more research to do.
Man, he just loved research. What a way to brighten up his already crappy day.
Dean left the house and Elias Burberry's blood turned the cereal he never got to eat bright red.
-FINISH-
