I love the image of Anna materializing on top of Sam and then getting all tangled up in his freaky long arms and legs. I love the familiar impudence of Dean telling her "Too bad" she doesn't like his music, and I can just imagine his wicked grin when he says, "We can cuddle." I love the way the Chronicles of Narnia - which Anna Milton must have read as a child, just must have, given her background - threads through the whole thing.

"Maybe it's not about lions at all."

This is wonderful. This is a good fic, and you should feel good. :)

Thanks so much for sharing!