It was the way the sun hit him and glinted off his silhouette. Dean was sure of it as he stared up at him spitting hot blood and breathing hard. One fist clenched the grass, the other scraped against pavement. Pain bit into his cheekbones, ribs and mouth but for a second all he could do was stare in amazement. The long beams glinted off those white wings like splayed feathers reaching over him and shielding him. He even caught a glint of blue from his eyes. The sun shone so brightly the day he met Castiel.
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Dean watched Sam jog up the steps of their current school.