A look back at the Stanford years -- Sam's been gone for a couple of months, Dad's gone off God knows where, and Dean is handling a simple salt-and-burn by himself. Which is just fine, until he gets thrown down a flight of stairs, and has to huddle in the Impala, nursing bruised ribs and a mostly-dislocated shoulder. All alone -- until he's not
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This was lovely as usual.
Thank you.
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I liked that Dean used the cat for comfort, a sounding board, and in an odd way as a stand-in for Sam himself.
Glad that Dean did right by the cat at the end, too.
Thanks so much for sharing.
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Glad you enjoyed the fic!
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Anywho, I loved this so much. It really got to me, especially after reading what Osric posted about that little rescued kitty named Ghost.
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Glad you enjoyed the story!
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And yes, the Muse and I liked the idea of this cat just moving in on Dean, whether he liked it or not. :)
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