OH CHRISTMAS TREE

WOW: shimmer. Something catches Dean's attention. wee!Dean or Adult Dean? You decide ...

Disclaimer: I don't own him, I'm sad to say!

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Dean stumbled to a halt on the snow-caked sidewalk and turned, peering intently into the shop window.

Palms and nose pressed against the plate glass, he stared, mouth agape in wonder, up at the beautiful Christmas tree that stood there in front of him. He barely blinked as its myriad of twinkling lights shimmered in his wide moss-green eyes.

The sheer joy of beholding its sparkling array of gold and silver decorations warred inside him with the profound regret that this was something he could never have.

But he could still look.

No-one could take that away from him.

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