Sammy watched as Dean kicked the soccer ball over and over, methodically, against the stone wall of the motel. He grabbed another hand full of the cool grass and tugged it from it's earthen home before counting the pieces and throwing them into the breeze. He didn't notice the cool rush of air or flutter of wings until a voice piped up from beside him. Vaguely Samifer fanfiction. Guardian angels and kids being kids. I own nothing but my ideas.All Rights Reserved