Author's note: CW Drabble challenge

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural

Crunchy

"There is only one way to know for certain", Dean thought as he felt his way through the dark wardrobe. Would there be a Narnia behind all those coats and furs? A Narnia where children disappeared, never to be seen again? The orphanage definitely had a reputation for losing kids, but the manager seemed genuinely distraught so maybe he was innocent.

Suddenly there was a light in front of him and at the same time the ground beneath his feet crunched as if he was walking on snow. He touched the lamp post, looked down at his 13-year old body, and sighed. His mind, always ready to leap at distraction instead of thinking about scary consequences, immediately came up with "I am so toast I am nothing but burnt, crunchy crumbs".