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The thing about getting close to people was that it was mostly involuntary, the sort of thing that happened before a person could realize it. Sam, for his part, had spent the better part of his life trying to avoid exactly that, and had done a damn good job of it, too, keeping even the most important people in his life at a distance. Somehow, though - and he didn't know what to blame, though he suspected all that preceded his arrival had something to do with it - that had changed since he'd shown up here. Approximately half a year, and he'd found himself with a kind of remarkable number of people who actually mattered a great deal to him, which was really ironic, considering that they could quite literally disappear here with even more frequency than they'd gone in and out of his life back home. More hard for even him to believe than that was the fact that he honestly didn't mind it. They would probably all still leave, but for now, they hadn't, and that was kind of cool.
Still, he was a creature of habit, and for all that some things had changed, others had remained exactly the same. In this case, he could thank the island for that, too. No matter how many people he may have found himself inexplicably attached to, the company he preferred most was still Marvin's, the dog a hell of a lot more consistent than anyone else in his life had ever been. Others came and went, but the two of them had each other, and while it was probably ridiculous to get so sentimental over a pet, he still couldn't help being grateful that whoever ran this place had seen fit to reunite them. Whatever else happened, this was how things were supposed to be.
After Marvin's recent brush with death - okay, so none of the stuffed animals had actually gotten close enough to do any damage, whatever - Sam couldn't help but feel like he kind of owed him something, anyway. They'd spent the day hanging out, just the two of them, playing fetch on the beach for a while before starting back for Sam's hut, and he'd stopped into the Winchester on the way, picking up a burger that he'd meant to wait until they were home to give Marvin. The dog, however, had a different idea, and it was only a couple of minutes before Sam relented to the insistent yipping and jumping at his ankles. When it came to his dog, he couldn't even pretend not to be a pushover. Kneeling on the side of the boardwalk, he set down the container he'd gotten to bring the food back in, setting it down in front of the dog. "There you go," he said, "yes, Marvin, you can has cheeseburger."
Only then did he look up and realize there was someone just nearby. "Sorry," he called, looking up with a crooked grin. "We're not in your way, are we?"
Still, he was a creature of habit, and for all that some things had changed, others had remained exactly the same. In this case, he could thank the island for that, too. No matter how many people he may have found himself inexplicably attached to, the company he preferred most was still Marvin's, the dog a hell of a lot more consistent than anyone else in his life had ever been. Others came and went, but the two of them had each other, and while it was probably ridiculous to get so sentimental over a pet, he still couldn't help being grateful that whoever ran this place had seen fit to reunite them. Whatever else happened, this was how things were supposed to be.
After Marvin's recent brush with death - okay, so none of the stuffed animals had actually gotten close enough to do any damage, whatever - Sam couldn't help but feel like he kind of owed him something, anyway. They'd spent the day hanging out, just the two of them, playing fetch on the beach for a while before starting back for Sam's hut, and he'd stopped into the Winchester on the way, picking up a burger that he'd meant to wait until they were home to give Marvin. The dog, however, had a different idea, and it was only a couple of minutes before Sam relented to the insistent yipping and jumping at his ankles. When it came to his dog, he couldn't even pretend not to be a pushover. Kneeling on the side of the boardwalk, he set down the container he'd gotten to bring the food back in, setting it down in front of the dog. "There you go," he said, "yes, Marvin, you can has cheeseburger."
Only then did he look up and realize there was someone just nearby. "Sorry," he called, looking up with a crooked grin. "We're not in your way, are we?"