December 2008
It kinda weirds him out now, all those angels everywhere. They're creepy as hell.
Dean squints at the heavenly host gathered over the mall entrance, staring down at the Winchesters with eyes painted unnaturally blue. They have wings trimmed with twinkling lights, and a giant K-Mart logo rests in their hands like a sacred offering.
Suppressing an illogical urge to put himself between them and his brother, Dean shoots a glare at the leading figure, dark haired and sad eyed. Then he finds his eyes roaming in search of a bald, black one.
Oh, yeah. Creepy as all hell, and heaven.
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AN: Merry, merry Christmas m'lovelies! Double drabble final post tomorrow :) Oh, and remember: nothing says merry Christmas like a review :)