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Dean glared down at the floor, his little fists curled into hot white balls at his sides.
"What did I tell you?" John shouted, moving his arms in dramatic motions to express the grandeur of his wrath. One moved dangerously close to Dean's left eye, but he didn't flinch. He'd stopped shying away from it a long time ago, not that he'd been alive long enough for anything to really be a long time. Sammy was sitting at the table eating cereal, legs swinging, loud crunching, his tears now dry. "I told you to watch Sammy, keep him safe. I told you, didn't I?" John shouted. He grabbed Dean by the arm and dragged him outside, throwing him to the curb. He stumbled and fell, scraping his elbow and palms. Did it matter that he had to steal cereal for Sammy to eat because John hadn't left them with money? No. Did it matter that he had called John so many times asking for help, saying something was wrong? No. Then Sammy came home with a black eye, and suddenly there was John, ready to punish Dean for messing up. Dean felt blood in his sleeve but didn't move. John moved to the trunk of the car and for a moment Dean thought he was going to be locked inside again, but then he returned with a hunting knife. He threw it at Dean's feet. "Don't come back till you have dinner." Dean wanted to say screw you, or maybe sneer and say dinner for one? But instead he stood, picked up the knife, and said through clenched jaw, "Yes sir." It was a three mile walk to the woods, then he had to set traps, enough to catch food for not only him, but John and Sammy as well.
At the end of the night he'd caught two rabbits and a squirrel, and was carrying them back to the motel when he saw a boy sitting on the curb. He was going to ignore the kid but when he looked up at Dean he had big blue eyes full of tears. Then Dean noticed the wings on the kid's back. Ebony features held tight against his back with thick leather straps.
"Why are you crying?" Dean asked.
"The straps hurt." The boy said sniffling.
"Do you want me to take them off?" Dean asked.
"No, I'm not allowed." The boy said sadly. Dean wasn't surprised, this area wasn't fancy enough, or progressive enough for free flying celestials. Celestials were the same as humans, just with wings, so Dean never saw them as anything other than people like him. However, due to the laws, if they were not sponsored by a human they were not allowed to use their wings, and were forced to bind them after reaching the age of ten. The boy looked dirty and thin, Dean wondered if he was hungry. The animals he'd caught suddenly felt heavy on his shoulder. He sighed and sat down next to the boy.
"Do you know how to make a fire?" Dean asked. The boy shook his head. They sat together and Dean taught him how to make and start a fire, what wood to use, and how to skin and cook a rabbit. When it was done he made the boy eat it, and waited until he had finished to take his leave.
"Who are you?" The boy asked with wide eyes.
"My name's Dean." Dean said.
"I mean...why? Why are you so nice?" The boy asked. Dean didn't think anything he'd done was particularly nice, so he just shrugged.
"See ya around kid." He said before walking back. John yelled at him for not bringing home more, and gave the rabbit to Sam, and took the squirrel for himself. Dean went to wash the blood off, his stomach growling painfully. His thoughts flitted to those blue eyes, hauntingly beautiful, or maybe beautifully mournful.