It was on a day like any other when the Winchester brothers and their angel escort arrived into town. The town's name you may ask? Pay that no heed. It only impedes on the story I'm trying to tell. They had just arrived into town after the thing. What thing you say? A creature my friend, now please don't butt in. They were half way, going from place to place, as if it were a race, when Dean saw something. A boy with two bags, how funny he thought. He never really thought that too into it though, or else the race from place to place would have been a waste.
It was the next day when Dean was alone, and texting on his phone, that they met. Running into the boy with two bags, a splosh of a drink now on him. "So sorry," Dean said, then noticing how the boy was in rags. He helped him the boy up, quickly, letting go oh his hands and said, "Here have mine." He addressed his own drink, coffee.
The boy with two bags, whose spoiled rags looked rather dirty, declined. "It's not you, but me. I only drink Tea." Dean's eyes looked harsh, "Well then, how about a trip to Starbucks with me?" The boy frowned, and looked down at his soiled jack and pants. He glanced back up though, "Sure I guess." With the blink of an eye they were at the cafe, tea in hand.
Dean's eyes softened as he looked at the boy with two bags. His rags were thin material, jeans ripped. His old jacket worn, shoes, battered converse, that have obviously been tripped on some. Dean couldn't help but ask, "Do you have anyone you are staying with?" The boy's gaze darkened as he stared down at his tea. "No," the coldest response Dean had ever heard. "Well then, I have no choice do I?" Dean sat up as he spoke, "Get your jacket and tea, you're going shopping with me."
The boy with two bags looked up in shock, a little in fear. Than saw Dean's eyes, soft and caring, his own about in tears. A sigh of relief, and to Dean's disbelief, he got up slowly. They soon were in Dean's car, driving to the closest town mall. "What do you want of me?" The boy asked, Dean was blank as the boy sipped his tea. "Nothing to be honest, you seem like you need new clothes is all, you see?" The boy smiled, for what felt like forever. As the pulled in his excitement grew.
The mall was busy as always, and a quick look at the directory, and they were off for his shoes. They first went to Journeys. He spotted a pair of knee high green converse. A glance at Dean, then back at them he walked to them. "Could I..?" Dean's smile grew, and that's when he knew. This boy was opening up to him. So this is the you I wasn't seeing, but I wonder what has made your look so beaten. As they moved on to the next store, Hot Topic, for jeans. Purple, black, and grey, all skinnies. A new jacket too, of a green dog with ears, softer than the softest thing to you. Now to Spencer's for shirts, four in all, sayings that would get some people butt hurt.
Dean now took the boy with five bags to the food court, buying him a meal. As they ate, Dean noticed something. He tried to debate in his head, but the decision was made instead when he said, "We're getting you one last thing to wear out there." Dean pointed at a leather store, and the boy couldn't help but smile. Dean picked one similar to his, but with a hood, and it fit just perfectly. One last stock at Abercrombie for socks and underwear. The boy smiled at Dean, and he back at the boy. "Thank you so much, but how can I repay you?" The boy asked shyly. Dean chuckled, "Maybe you can get me a piece of pie. I'm kidding, just stay in contact with me."
The boy nodded as they got into the Impala. "I'll take you where ever you want to be, but then it's bye you see?" Dean handed him his cellphone number, "Anything happens and you call this and ask for me." Finally Dean remembered to ask for the boy's name. "Dvergr," the boy smiled, "But call me Dv." Dean smiled, but thought of where he heard that name before. Oh well, he's not gonna ask for him to tell him more. "Dean Winchester."
Dvergr instructed him to a park, yet he couldn't think of anything else except how lucky he was his uncle wasn't with Dean. He knew Castiel was with the Winchesters, who had quite a name by now. With that it was good bye. A quick kiss on Dean's cheek as thank you, Dvergr walked into the park with his bags back to two.
Dean saw him the last day he was in the town, wearing a leather jacket, a green jacket underneath. Purple skinny jeans and green converse up to his knees. Two bags on him, as he crossed the street. A large gasp broke Dean's thoughts, as Castiel shouted out, "Dvergr!" The only response was the boy's look of shock.
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