Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley (gen)
Summary: Drabble written for the 'Murder' challenge on go100
Thunderclouds gathered over the field, as if at the drawing of a furrowed brow. The first fat drops began to fall, raising small clouds of dust where they hit the sun-baked ground and mingling with the red stain of blood, making it glisten.
Heedless of the rain, Aziraphale stood unseen in the centre of the field, eyes fixed on the place Cain had disappeared back into the trees. "How could you?" he murmured.
"Don't look at me," came an indignant hiss from the stubble near his feet. "I fear they're going to be rather more inventive than we ever expected."