Dean was bored. His mum had left him at home while she went to buy some stuff from the grocery store. Now alone, he had realised that life was better when you had someone with you.
Standing up from his place by the windowsill, the lonely, young boy paced up and down waiting for his mother to return. Suddenly, he looked out the window, drawn by a noise that could be heard clearly from where he was.
It sounded like- knocking. Someone was knocking on his door. Hurrying to the hall, Dean peeked out of the keyhole...
A/N: Just a little cliffy for you to keep reading! Dun dun duuuuun!