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"Come on, Jimmy. You're a puppy. You're supposed to know how to do this!"
Sam sat in the middle of a park, walking over to a frisbee that he had thrown. The little puppy he had found that morning was now sitting with a collar and tags, his leash shoved in Sam's pocket. There was a few toys in a bag by where Sam and Castiel's jacket was. Apparently, the puppy refused to go anywhere without it.
He looked down at the puppy with sad eyes. "Don't you know how to fetch, boy? It's really easy!"
"Come on, Jimmy. You're a puppy. You're supposed to know how to do this!"
Sam sat in the middle of a park, walking over to a frisbee that he had thrown. The little puppy he had found that morning was now sitting with a collar and tags, his leash shoved in Sam's pocket. There was a few toys in a bag by where Sam and Castiel's jacket was. Apparently, the puppy refused to go anywhere without it.
He looked down at the puppy with sad eyes. "Don't you know how to fetch, boy? It's really easy!"
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