LENGTH: 100 words
Dean came back from Hell re-hymenated, scars healed, skin as soft as a baby's butt. And those aren't the only ways he's changed.
By Carol Davis
"I'm serious," Sam says. "You didn't like cats… before."
"Huh." Dean holds his crouch, hand extended toward the big old tabby. "Weird. I mean – they got their good points. They don't come running out at you, barking and shit."
Twenty minutes later, he's still thinking it over. He peers toward the house as if he expects to find the tabby sitting out front, staring at him. "Is that like some side effect, you think? If you survive Hell, cats seem like a good deal?"
"I have no idea," Sam replies.
"Huh," Dean says, and starts the car.