“I’m Dean,” the taller of the two boys says. He’s got a shock of brown hair that curls over his forehead, a smattering of freckles across his nose, and strikingly green eyes.
“And this is Sammy.” The younger boy is clinging to his brother, not meeting Ellen’s gaze. His bangs are so long they hang over his eyes. She wonders how much of the last two years he’s spent growing up in the back of a car.
“Well, come on in, I’ll fix you some dinner.”
Ellen has been watching the Winchester boys all their lives. This is an amazing outside POV.