Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural.
A/N: Sorry for the late post. I had to ditch for a week-long sailing trip and decided not to let me submit beforehand...
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"Shit, Sammy, we've gotta get outta here," Dean hissed, going from relaxed to alert in less than three seconds.
"Dean, what-"
"Look there."
"Dean-"
"We gotta leave before it spots us."
The little girl turned around, her blonde pigtails bouncing in the air, pale blue eyes twinkling with curiosity. Smiling, she tugged at the hem of her grass-stained sundress and waved at them, grinning toothily. If anything, this girl was the sort one would describe as an angel. Sam raised a brow.
"Seriously, Dean?"
"C'mon, Sam. Like you haven't noticed that it's ALWAYS the little girls who turn out to be pure evil!"
