Prompt for December 3: First Snow
When they reached the scene of the crime, the first real snow of the year powdered the street and the corpse. It was still coming down, leaving perfect flakes on the shoulders of Jack’s coat, and the cold meat of the victim’s open chest.
Werewolf, Castiel thought.
Jack’s team settled around them like a flock of crows, flashing their badges to the police to clear a space. The Torchwood name would do nothing for them at the moment, so these badges were FBI. Jack was trying, nudging around the right corners in politics and pulling strings still available to him, but progress had to be slow of necessity. America had a different set of customs, and a different arrangement of departments, even if politicians everywhere were generally the same. Castiel shook off the abstract thoughts and turned his focus back to the team. Fran had her kit open while Ty organized the police to the perimeters of the scene, where a crowd gathered. Humans were nothing if not attracted to the detritus of chaos.