Castiel Sherwood

It was Christmas Time when you and your family entered the old antique store for traditional decorations at the ring of the door bell. I watched you enter from my shelf before looking towards the shop owner with my eyes to see him give me the slightest of shrugs; he was the only one who knew that i was sentient. I looked back to watch you before you came to my shelf and stopped. You started to reach forward before gently picking me up off of my shelf.