At first, the tingling on Sam’s neck was sporadic. He only got a glance or two from the mother, and on occasion the clerk would stare around at the displays as well, keeping her eyes on all the toys in the building and probably watching out for any possible theft that could occur.
Each time her eyes passed over his spot, the pricking returned. And, as the door swung open, admitting the next family in, it burst into a fire. One little boy’s eyes were glued to the display case immediately, and he ran right over. Sam forced himself to stop trembling, though his instincts were quailing under the oversized, too-close scrutiny.
The boy’s voice rang out. “Mooooomm, we should get one of these!” The eyes were covetous as they stared at the knife that had been lovingly handcrafted by Dean, outstretched in Sam’s shaky, clammy hand. The child’s hand landed on the glass close by, grubby fingerprints smudging the clear surface.
Sam couldn’t hide a flinch at the sound, or the size of the hand that stretched higher than his head, but the child was already staring beseechingly up at his mom, large eyes trying to get her to go along with his plan. Her shadow fell over Sam as she leaned in, piercing blue eyes spotting the price tag that was tied to his leg.
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Brothers Apart 