Hell Is Around the Corner

They moved in when I was about seven years old, a mother, father and two sons. One was about my age, maybe a year older and the other one was about two or three years old.

My mother had forced me across the street to say hello and welcome, but when my eyes landed on his blue ones; I cringed. A stupid cocky smile plastered on his face, for being so young he was so high of himself.

The parents spoke on the porch, while I awkwardly stood to the side; I wasn't interested in what they were discussing. How ever the young boy in the mothers arms was beyond adorable, I wanted to poke his cheeks.

"I'm dean...dean winchester." His voice hit my ears like drums, my eyes turned in his direction and my face held a scowl. I didn't want to know his name, nor know who he was.

"I don't care."

He crossed his arms with a small pout on his face, my nose stuck up at him. Turning my back to him, My dress flowing with my movements, I pulled at my mothers hand. Trying my best to pull her attention to me, I wanted to go home. I didn't like meeting new people, more so I didn't want to make friends with Dean.