its kinda scary when you waste an entire day doing nothing and time just passes
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The first time Dean saw Castiel, he was only nine years old.
He was out at the playground, swinging his way across the monkey bars and feeling the metal burning cold against his fingers. His dad was taking his little brother to the doctor – Sam had a nasty cough, and it wasn’t getting any better in the iron Wisconsin winter weather. Dean was waiting in the park near the doctor’s surgery, trying to tamp down the feeling that it was his own fault that Sam had got sick. He’d kept all the windows closed, and made them both hot food whenever he could, but still…
Something small and light caught his eye, floating down in front of his nose. Squinting at it cross-eyed, Dean could see that it was a feather. A small, grey feather.
Still clinging on to the monkey bars, Dean watched the feather float slowly down to the floor – and then he looked up.
Lying on top of the monkey bars, peering down at him through one of the gaps, was a small, blue-eyed boy.