The Sentinels yuletide wine

his dad was weird. that was the conclusion to which Cas came. but that made everyone else weird, too, considering how many of their pack had joined the druid in dragging green-and-red branches to the border. The boy yawned muzzily, rubbing his eyelid along a raised foreleg -- he cast his eyes about for his sister or Behati, but saw neither of them. whatever, the Mayfair child decided. he might as well join. 

approaching dante, he chuckled. "my dad has odd ideas," Cas muttered, but searched too for a perfect bit of decoration.