A/N: Hi again guys! I know, I haven't updated or posted anything in a while because I've been so busy with everything. I'm on a break from school so I might have a little more time for writing now though. Fingers crossed. This is just a little piece I wrote for an English assessment because if they don't know it's fanfiction they can't penalise you, right? Hope you enjoy!
They don't talk to anyone besides each other. She sees them occasionally around town, but never for long and they stick close to each other, never given a second glance by any passers-by. It would be impossible not to see them really, given their height and the way they cut suspicious looks at anyone who dares go near but it's always carefully concealed under a mask of complete normality.
The town she lives in isn't a particularly close-knit community; everyone's always too busy to care about much outside of their own lives. Still, it's one of those places where everything is guaranteed to stay the same, so the minute something falls out of place everyone knows about it. It's like that now, she thinks, remembering the stories she's been told about the two men who mysteriously showed up a week ago. Some say they're criminals on the run which is why they stick to themselves, lest they get recognised. The local bartender calls them cult members, telling her about some of the 'weird Satanic crap' he's heard from their corner. Another guy swears blind they're mass murderers, claiming to have caught a glimpse of all sorts of guns and blades stashed away in their car. The fact of the matter is, though, that no one really knows who they are, and no one cares to do more than speculate as long as they keep their distance.
She's woken early in the morning of their second week in town by a loud bang coming from the woods behind her house. She goes to the window to see two torch beams dancing in the distance, lighting up two tiny figures making their way along the grassy path. The church lies that way, and she wonders wryly if the Satanist rumours are true. More likely they're visiting a dead relative or friend, albeit at an odd time.
Later that afternoon she spots them packing heavy-looking travel bags into their car - apparently they're leaving. The taller one appears to be limping slightly and a grimace briefly flashes across his face as something knocks against his right knee. She almost goes over to see if she can help but the protective look on his friend's face stops her short, so she instead watches them discreetly from a nearby bus shelter.
Within ten minutes they're climbing into their car and driving away, laughing at some joke the rest world isn't allowed to share in. They're never seen again, the two strange men, and the stories and speculation soon die down. No one cares spread stories about the two outsiders who blew into town for a little over a week, not when they have their own lives to focus on.
A/N: This scored me 37/40 so I figured it was good enough to post here. If anyone's interested the prompt was 'The Outsider' so I chose an observer POV watching two outsiders (Sam and Dean) around town. Please leave a review if you have a moment! Bye!