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Dean's heard of this before, back on one of the cruise ships; birds dying of exhaustion because they can't find land. Their homing and breading patterns shot to shit because of all the water.
He stares at their carcases floating on the surface and he wishes he knew what breed they were. Hell, if he's wishing, he wants Sam to be here to tell him.
Dean wonders how long the dead birds will float before something eats them. Maybe they were the last of their kind. Maybe they've joined the list of the newly extinct.
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