OH GOD. So, when I saw your name and BIGBANG I had to keep myself from dancing around in a stupid flail, and it didn't really work. I FLAILED LIKE AN IDIOT. Even my duck flailed, swear to god.

EHEM. Anyway, forgive the blathering but this is just TOO. FUCKING. GOOD. Your writing -- it's just, god. It's succint and beautiful and perfect, and you write paragraphs that make me choke back tears and then choke back a laugh in the next line, and, god, you write the most beautiful Sam and Dean ever. I am so glad, so glad Dean finally got what he always wanted, and that Sam did, too... because he's Sam, and he's still THERE, but maybe if he really remembered everything he wouldn't be there anymore, you know? Sometimes wounds run too deep.

And, god -- I'm gonna ramble a bit more, sorry, but, yeah, the bleakness of this world suddenly shot through with hope reminded me a lot of McCarthy's The Road, because of this one line in that book that goes "All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes." This story felt like that, it's the best way I have to explain it.

So, yeah, just. SUBLIME. Thank you.