E/O CHALLENGE. My first 100 word drabble! Hope you like and review. Nothing but the Zithra is mine, dang it!
Just a little blurb .One of Dean's hunts. Not sure where Sam was. :P
Waiting Game
Crouched on a tree branch above the poorly lit path, he shifted. The pins and needles in his feet and legs a reminder of the hour he had been waiting.
He hissed at the blood circulating again through his toes. Slowly preparing to jump, he eased the copper stake out of his jacket. The smell always
gave the soul-sucking Zithra away, it was a miracle it ever caught anyone with that smell proceeding it. Dean wrinkled his nose and watched the hideous
creature slide into the light. Leaping , Dean used his weight to drive the stake in. Mission accomplished.