Part 3 to a verse!

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Title: A Little Extra
Rating: PG
Genre: Domestic Fluff / Angst / Comfort
Warnings: mention of hell trauma, mentally-altered Sam due to said trauma
Notes: This is some juicy comfort fic of sorts to the hurt that was The Long Calendar! It takes place after the second part of the verse, Through the Seasons (where said date is mentioned, but we never get to see him go on it, booo). It features a Sam first-person POV, because I wanted to give it a shot and see if I could. Plus, Dean’s POV would be him in a far cafe booth being unable to hear anything, hahaha. This one’s for you, anon requester!! Cross-posted from tumblr. You'll wanna read The Long Calendar and Through the Seasons first, probably.
Summary: Sam cleans up, determined to keep up normal appearances, and finally goes on that date.

“Sam,” Dean’s voice wriggles, humming like busted eardrums after an explosion, “Stop unbuttoning your shirt, man. I just got you looking like a model. I mean, as long as we cover your face, she’ll totally be sold on your look.”

Dean’s got a point. I rub my beard, and it scratches across my skin. My fingers’re ugly, too, but I can’t cut my fingers off like I can my beard; kinda need those. I do a lot around the house nowadays, and if I don’t have any fingers, I can’t take Bixy for a walk. Still, I’m just saying, a smooth face is probably preferred.

“I should shave,” I say.

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