The first murder made headlines, and the second caught Sam’s attention. By the time they arrived in town, the third crime scene was all over the scanner, and they arrived in time to see the bloody mess of the third unfortunate man.
It took Sam a good ten minutes of looking at the carnage before he noticed it.
“Dean. That shape in the blood. I think this is the work of a -“
“Gorgon.” Dean finished, holding up a telltale silver-green scale.
“So we’re going to need -“
“Silver knife dipped in horse’s blood.” Dean smiled. “Watched Black Beauty lately?”
Sam ignored the comment. “Well, gorgons prefer to nest -“
“Somewhere dark, damp and underground. Like the sewers.” Dean grimaced. “Okay, I’ll get the widow’s story to confirm, you head to the library for the town maps.”
“Why do you -?”
“Get the widow?” Dean laughed. “Because I’m older, and you’re nerdier.”
Dean began walking towards the grieving blonde woman, and Sam sighed. Sometimes, his brother could be a jerk.
“Bitch.” Dean said, without looking back.
Prompt: "Resist finishing other people’s sentences." - Daily Advice Calendar, July 17th 2012.