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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I do love the idea of Sam asking Dean to go with him to California, but Dean saying no because he knew John needed him. I've never really considered the idea of John not liking to be alone any more than Dean does, but it does kind of explain a lot - like why he would drag his boys all over the country with him, rather than dump them on someone like Pastor Jim or Bobby a little more permanently.
I've seen a lot of stories about Sam wanting to keep various animals (usually dogs) despite their itinerant lifestyle, but it's lovely to read a story about Dean in this position. And with a cat too. (I'm now thinking the cat is really just Castiel keeping an eye on his future friend!)
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Glad you enjoyed the fic!
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Wonderfully done.
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I've done a number of stories about the Stanford years - have you read all of those? They're listed in the pre-series master list:
http://ficwriter1966.livejournal.com/243765.html
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Glad you liked it!
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