A/N: So, I've pretty much gone on hiatus with my other stories. I have extreme writers block and, well, I don's see it clearing up in the near future. For those of you waiting for an update, I am so sorry. Its been a rough year. But, as school winds down, I should be able to hopefully get at least the next part of WYS and/or done and posted. Maybe even WN. Alas, it may be awhile. Anyways, heres something that I've had floating around my head and quite frankly I'm still pretty damn hesitant about posting because I feel like you guys are going to feel as though I just don't want to finish my other ones. Thats so not true, I want to finish them, I just can't think of anything to write. Sadly enough I may just completely abandone one of them ): I just have no motivation to overcome this wall that has been put up. I'd love to hear your thoughts since this will only be my second attempt at a Supernatural fic. Its short, but its a start. So, please bear with me. I promise I'm working on everything else, but right now this is what's currently going through my head.
He could feel their eyes staring him down. He shifted slightly against the side of the car, their eyes watching his every move. He resisted the urge to turn around and glare daggers at them. He could understand why they were staring. Quite honestly, if he were like them, he'd stare too.
A man, a stranger, leaning against a black car outside an elementary school must be unnerving.
So instead of staring back, he simply adjusted his jacket and waited for the doors to open and the children to exit.
Not five minutes later the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and the children began to spill from the doors, running onto their respective buses or into their parents' arms.
He watched as the women who were previously watching him gather their kids. They resumed watching him after their children were safely tucked away in their vehicles.
Probably think I'm some kind of perv. he thought. He glanced back towards the doors, smiling when he saw who he was looking for. He knelt down on the ground, aware that the mothers were still staring holes into him, and held his arms out as the little boy ran into his arms.
A/N: So? Should I continue...?