I always thought my first story on here would be Merlin or Sherlock but it's turned out to be Supernatural. This is just something that came to me when I was meant to be writing an essay but was actually on youtube! I know it's short, but it's only meant to be a snippet. Hopefully you'll enjoy it nonetheless.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all the rights belong to Eric Kripke!
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The homeless man stood in the shadow of a doorway watching the scene before him, concern shining out through his cracked, round spectacles.
The man in the cream trench coat was shouting at the younger man, his voice seemed to be filled with God's wrath and he was pooling all his anger into the punches he was delivering. Throwing the brown-haired man, who was now begging for respite, into the opposite wall, he ground out a furious whisper before aiming another punch, and finally kicking the younger man into the fence.
His body met the steel with a bitter hiss, and he slumped to the ground breathing hard. The darker-haired man advanced toward the other, fists clenched, the black fury never leaving his face.
To the man in the doorway he seemed like a warrior delivering divine justice. But the onlooker couldn't understand one thing. They used each other's names and shared a look which suggested they knew each other well. Why, then, would the older man attack one of his closest friends?
The man in the trench coat now stood over the other, who was spitting out blood. The younger of the two looked up to see a clenched fist awaiting him. His green eyes travelled further up to meet the orbs looking down at him. His expression changed to one of sad resignation. The man in the green coat actually believed he deserved what was coming.
The older man leaned forward and the younger shut his eyes in apprehension. But instead of a punch there was only a gentle touch, and the brown-haired man crumpled to the ground unconscious.
The furious mask shattered and the blue-eyed man's shoulders slumped. Unconscious, the other man looked so very young. More a boy than a man really. The black-haired individual looked at what he had done and his face collapsed into sadness.
He raised his eyes towards heaven, before bending down to the earth, slipping his arms under the prone man, and softly picking him up with a strength that surprised the onlooker. He looked down at the young man's peaceful face and held him like a guardian angel would. As he began to walk back down the alley the light seemd to cast shadows up the walls on either side of him that resembled wings the colour of midnight. The onlooker blinked in surprise, and when he opened his eyes again both men were gone.