Dean's POV
A middle-aged man looked to us, put the shiny thing in his pocket, and pushed us out the door. "Let's have a talk," was all he said.
"We're new to the block, and we were just unpacking. We heard some screaming behind our place so we rushed over here. Traced it to your house and busted in. We can pay for the door." Sam quickly explained, shooting me a glare.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Where we came from...we've had to save people before." I added. "I just thought there was trouble."
"No trouble. I was just taking a video of them getting scared. Now, allow me to properly introduce myself. Hello, welcome to the neighbourhood. I'm Mr. Ruger, but you can call me Eliphalet. What are your names?" He introduced himself. His voice was mid-pitch and it carried a slight New York accent.
"We are the Winchesters. I'm Sam, that's Dean," Sam pointed to me.
"Nice to meet you boys," said Eliphalet. He told us about the neighbourhood. Who to make friends with, who to have silent conversations with, who to leave alone. After about five or ten minutes of that, we shook hands and he welcomed us into his home, where his family was just sitting down for dinner.
"Eli, we decided to pause the movie because everyone is hungry. Oh, my. Who are these two fine men?" a petite woman asked. Her long hair was in thick, dark brown curls that would spring back in place if you pulled it. She had smooth skin that was very light brown. An elegant colour that looked good on the best girls. She had soft features, and they suddenly looked familiar to me.
"Cassie, this is Sam, and this is Dean. They just moved here, and they live somewhere behind us." Eli said with a smile. "They thought there was trouble, that's why they came over."
"Oh, the only trouble we have here is this one." She said, pointing to a teen girl. "Well, she loves to cause it. Anyways! I'm Cassie. Welcome! Let me introduce the family. Come here, kids!" She called. Two boys and two girls gently got out of their seats and pushed them in. Well, three of them were gentle. The older girl was goofily reckless. They then walked over to us, and the younger girl hid behind Eliphalet while holding his leg. Cassie started pointing to each kid. "This is our wizard of the coast, Philo, he's 11. This is our college football champ, Demaryius, he's 19. This is our dragon-slaying princess, Sahara, she's 5. And this is our rock n' roller, Wesson, she's 16." As she said each kid's name, they did something. Philo pushed his glasses up and waved an imaginary wand. Demaryius dusted off his shoulder and grabbed his shirt collar with both hands, showing off his biceps. Sahara twirled and sliced the air with an imaginary sword. Wesson smirked and gave an upward nod. A puppy came rushing over to the excitement, and jumped up to Sam. Sam bent over to pet the pup and he was attacked by sniffs and sloppy kisses.
The little girl, Sahara, toddled over to Sam and the puppy. "Dat's ow puppy, Wolfie! He wuvs kisthes!" She was adorable, a little bundle of joy. She made me long once more for the white picket-fence life. A life with a wife and kids, a normal job, and big family reunions every year. A life I could never have.
"Oh, he does? I can tell!" Sam cheerfully agreed with the small child. I turned my attention back to the other kids. This family was normal, and they weren't really trying hard to be. I misjudged, but I'm glad I was wrong about them.
"Come pet Wolfie!" Sahara looked to me.
"Okay, sugar," I said, walking over and kneeling by her and her puppy. "Do you have any other pets?" I asked her.
