Sam had his fifteen minutes of fame, and it stretched into two damn months.

Somewhere in Massachusetts, USA, a very nice lady recovering from chickenpox stared at the pictures of Kitty Sam. She drooled, laughed, and then scratched a little. In that order.

Then she saved the pictures to her computer in a file marked "Sammy porn".

Her husband had no comment.

And then one day Dean was nipped on the arm by this black dog they'd hunted and killed.

It was payback, all right, but it just wasn't the same.

Dean was the spitting image of Rin Tin Tin.


And now, we're done!