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Not What It Seems
The boy's freckled cheeks were pink in the winter winds, which blew his brown hair back into his eyes. He walked holding his little brother's hand, pulling the stumbling boy down the snow covered sidewalk, to where the bus stop was.
This wasn't unusual for him it seemed, he was independent. The littlest boy's hair was straggly and wet, probably from a bath just a moment ago.
They both seemed so utterly innocent and normal.
But Castiel knew otherwise. He knew that in the older boy's backpack, there was a pocket knife and a spare bullet. He knew that in the little boy's pocket, there was a drawing of a demon, with dark black eyes.
Because the boys were Dean and Sam Winchester, and they were far from innocent. And nothing about them was normal.
My first thing, and I know it's not a true drabble due to its length but... oh well. Review!