Fucking hell, I think I might love you! You wrote a (very slightly AU) coda to “The End!” I just—gah, do you know how long I’ve wanted to see this sort of thing? Because, yes, even that broken, hardened Dean would still love Sam absolutely, with every fiber of his shattered and ruthless being! I’m so ridiculously happy that you decided to tackle this subject matter.
God, this story took my breath away. There was not a single section where my heart wasn’t either breaking or being filled with joy—fuck, sometimes both were happening to me at once. Every bit of Sam’s recovery just killed me—and how he remembers his life in the seconds between saying ‘yes’ and Lucifer taking over, but yet never remembers those moments again? Jesus fuck, women, you’ve gutted me. It’s a small balm to my heart, however, that Dean remembers for him—Sam’s defensive shoulders, his wiggling toes, Dean tying his shoes. (They’re such vivid, specific memories, and they served to completely ground me in Dean’s perspective.) I loved how Dean interpreted this Sam’s actions through the lens of his younger self, and how that knowledge still applied, how even this Sam, without his memories, was so obviously and completely himself.
Your writing is always so visual, so tactile—I could see the destroyed Detroit, a wasted, abandoned Sam, a child in a too-big coat. I could see Dean shaking with his twine-wrapped cardboard box. I could see and hear Dean trampling through the snow, could feel the cold air, could see him grinning at the sky. I could see Sam lying back on their bar counter, could see Dean spitting out a spoiled pickled egg. All of those details make the worlds in your stories so very real to me, and god, I love how you do that.
On top of all of that, every detail just explodes with the love that runs between Sam and Dean. Every. Single. Fucking. Detail. I love your world-building, sure, and your characterizations are awesome, but you just nail that aspect which makes Supernatural so compelling—the earth-shattering love between the boys. Just, god, I love your writing so much it burns me.
Um, shorter version: I am your flailing fangirl. *g*
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Date: 2010-07-09 01:43 am (UTC)God, this story took my breath away. There was not a single section where my heart wasn’t either breaking or being filled with joy—fuck, sometimes both were happening to me at once. Every bit of Sam’s recovery just killed me—and how he remembers his life in the seconds between saying ‘yes’ and Lucifer taking over, but yet never remembers those moments again? Jesus fuck, women, you’ve gutted me. It’s a small balm to my heart, however, that Dean remembers for him—Sam’s defensive shoulders, his wiggling toes, Dean tying his shoes. (They’re such vivid, specific memories, and they served to completely ground me in Dean’s perspective.) I loved how Dean interpreted this Sam’s actions through the lens of his younger self, and how that knowledge still applied, how even this Sam, without his memories, was so obviously and completely himself.
Your writing is always so visual, so tactile—I could see the destroyed Detroit, a wasted, abandoned Sam, a child in a too-big coat. I could see Dean shaking with his twine-wrapped cardboard box. I could see and hear Dean trampling through the snow, could feel the cold air, could see him grinning at the sky. I could see Sam lying back on their bar counter, could see Dean spitting out a spoiled pickled egg. All of those details make the worlds in your stories so very real to me, and god, I love how you do that.
On top of all of that, every detail just explodes with the love that runs between Sam and Dean. Every. Single. Fucking. Detail. I love your world-building, sure, and your characterizations are awesome, but you just nail that aspect which makes Supernatural so compelling—the earth-shattering love between the boys. Just, god, I love your writing so much it burns me.
Um, shorter version: I am your flailing fangirl. *g*