Dean and Sam were at a park near the motel, tossing a baseball back and forth. It was Saturday, and the boys were glad to have a break from school. Dean was in Junior year; Sam in Freshman.
"Go long!" Dean shouted as he chucked the ball as far as he could. Sam raced after it, and caught it in his mitt. He tossed it back to Dean, who threw it back. But this time, Sam missed, and the ball crashed into a nearby bush.
"Ow!" Someone screeched in a high-pitched voice. The brothers glanced at one another, and then raced over. They parted the branches to find a young girl, about 10 years old, crouched in the bushes and rubbing her head. Their ball was lying at her feet.
"Oh, gosh, are you okay?" Sam gushed, a look of dismay on his face. The girl nodded, standing and tossing the ball at Sam's face. He scrambled, but it ended up nestled in his mitt.
"Who are you? Were you watching us?" Dean asked.
"My name is Castiel." The girl replied, smiling kindly at Dean. Her ice-blue eyes never once wavered to Sam.
"Funny name. I'm Dean, this is Sam. We're playing catch, want to join? We have an extra mitt."
"No." Castiel shook her head, and her shoulder-length blonde hair wiggled.
"Oh. Okay. Sorry about the ball." Dean said, then he and Sam walked away. Sam waved to the girl, who sat back down in the bush.
"What an odd kid." Dean whispered as they walked away. Sam shrugged. They'd seen odder.
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