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(I posted 2 chapters! Make sure to read chapter 3!) Dean had decided to cook up some scrambled eggs, thinking Sam could cut up a chunk and eat it like that. He thought about making bacon too, but he realized it might be too hard for a tiny mouth like Sam's to chew. Instead, he microwaved a few sausage links that he had in the freezer. He let them cool down a bit before cutting off a tiny section to put on Sam's plate with the chunk of egg. Next, he grabbed a tiny cup and attempted to fill it with a drop of orange juice. But he ended up spilling it a few times before he got the drops in the cup. After cleaning up the mess, Dean carefully brou

Sam slept deeply that night, drifting off to sleep soon after his head hit the bed. The stress of the day before had taken it out of him, and he easily relaxed under the covers. The soft mattress was a stark contrast to the stiff and uncomfortable bedding in the pet store. His body still ached from the days of being curled up in the corner of the cage, tense as he watched the customers passing by anxiously. So it was no small relief for the cushioning, helping his body readjust to a more natural state. He slept so deeply, he didn't have any nightmares like usual. The ones of fire and panic, blazing heat and helplessness... They had plagued h

Dean’s POV ——————— The drive back to Bobby’s felt like a tense silence. He had so many questions in his head that needed answering. Can the guy talk? Where does he come from? Does he have a name? But first things first... Dean stopped by the garage to drop off the dog food, saying goodnight to Bobby and that he had some stuff to take care of before he could finish his work. Since they were good friends, Bobby had let him slide, knowing better than to pry into anything. Dean wanted to tell Bobby about what he just bought, but it just didn’t feel right yet. He didn’t want to o

Dean wiped his hands of the oil and grease on a nearby rag. Sitting back on his stool and admiring his handiwork. He was working on a tune-up for a client at the garage that evening, Bobby’s Garage to be exact. He worked there for many years, learning his skills from Bobby himself. “Dean!” Speak of the devil, the old man came in from around a corner, holding some papers. “Yeah?” Dean asked, as he finished getting as much grime off his hands as he could. “Got my hands full with some paperwork tonight, need to get it done by tomorrow.” Bobby said. “Mind picking me up some dog food for Rumsfeld