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single_man_tear) wrote2024-12-07 02:18 pm
single_man_tear) wrote2024-12-07 02:18 pm
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74 Godiva - Saturday Afternoon
First: All of Dean’s flannel shirts were gone.
Gone.
He could put up with a lot. Tiny horses? Fine. Ponies in sweaters? Whatever. Marzipan rain? Weird, but survivable. But this? This was a step too far. A man’s flannel was sacred. It was his armor.
Eventually, he found a sweater stuffed in the back he could live with even though it belonged at a holiday party hosted by Crowley.
Second: Jane was still a cat. And was shedding like crazy.
Dean held up the vacuum cleaner canister, now a grim testament to his suffering. “Do you know I’ve vacuumed twice today? Twice.” He jabbed a finger toward a hair tumbleweed in the corner. “And look at that! I cleaned it up five minutes ago.”
If Jane could shrug, she would’ve. Instead, she rolled over, exposing her belly in a shameless ploy for attention.
Dean groaned. “I swear, if you don’t turn back soon, I’m buying stock in lint rollers. I’ll make millions.” He grabbed the vacuum again, muttering under his breath as he went to war with the growing endless pile of cat hair.
Gone.
He could put up with a lot. Tiny horses? Fine. Ponies in sweaters? Whatever. Marzipan rain? Weird, but survivable. But this? This was a step too far. A man’s flannel was sacred. It was his armor.
Eventually, he found a sweater stuffed in the back he could live with even though it belonged at a holiday party hosted by Crowley.
Second: Jane was still a cat. And was shedding like crazy.
Dean held up the vacuum cleaner canister, now a grim testament to his suffering. “Do you know I’ve vacuumed twice today? Twice.” He jabbed a finger toward a hair tumbleweed in the corner. “And look at that! I cleaned it up five minutes ago.”
If Jane could shrug, she would’ve. Instead, she rolled over, exposing her belly in a shameless ploy for attention.
Dean groaned. “I swear, if you don’t turn back soon, I’m buying stock in lint rollers. I’ll make millions.” He grabbed the vacuum again, muttering under his breath as he went to war with the growing endless pile of cat hair.