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Somehow, in the last two days, I have written a substantial sequel to this fic. It's called 'joy was just a thing that he was raised on', and you can get there fastest through the 'next in series' link on this page.
It's substantially lighter in tone, in my opinion, and is entirely Sam POV (a real departure from my usual). It also takes place about four years after the ending of this fic.
Big thanks to MyDepressionIsChronicMyTitsIconic for sparking the idea for this new fic through their comment suggestion :) The idea got its hooks in me and just wouldn't let go.
If you're looking for something more depressing than this fic, let me know and I'll recommend something from my back catalog for you. If you want something less depressing, I think this new installment will be right up your alley, but if for some reason it isn't, go check out 'clouds got in my way', which is probably the least angsty thing I've ever written (still relatively angsty) and follows the babysitting adventures of Bobby Singer ca. 1991.
If you have big dreams for a fic that you want to become reality, drop me a comment and I'll see what I can do!