Specimen

E/O Drabble challenge. Word was Chest. I haven't gotten to play in a while. Muffy, hope this works for you.

Dean's boots slipped on the wet leaves covering the steep roof and suddenly he was falling.

Below him, twisted spikes of iron from the rusty old fence clawed skyward, reaching for him, splitting the flesh as his body was caught in their jagged embrace.

One point sank into the upper right side of his chest, emerging to the sound of his scream, through the muscles next to his shoulder blade, leaving him dangling helplessly, like an insect impaled on a pin.

His agonized eyes rolled toward the moon as the leathery beat of wings heralded the arrival of the collector.