The Playground
SPN100 Drabble Challenge, word: mad.
Summary: You can't save everyone. Who would know better than the Winchesters?
Set: Somewhere in one of the possible timelines of our future...
"Danny! Come here. What'd I tell you about talking to strangers..."
The woman dragged her screaming son from the swing, leaving the old man alone with an empty smile on his worn face.
"What's that weirdo doing in the playground?" one mother asked another, watching the tattered tramp muttering to himself while drawing symbols in the sand.
The woman shrugged. "Dunno", she replied. "But kids seem to adore him, always asking for creepy ghost stories and stuff."
She chuckled, when she saw him scrambling backwards to escape the advances of a Chihuahua, the amulet on his neck dangling like mad.