I'm four years late to the party (2015, actually -- I've caught up with the timeline of this fanfic, wow) but even if you never read this comment, I still need to let you know what this fanfic has done to me.
I've read a lot of fanfiction since joining the Supernatural fandom -- over 200 fics, last time I counted -- and this one easily makes that very small handful of fics I call my all-time favorites. Titles and authors blur and fade from my memory, but Dictionary for a Dead Language stands tall and bright in my mind like a neon sign. Just looking at the title is enough to make my stomach twist with the remembered pangs of bittersweet pain.
I just finished reading it the fourth time. I love it so much. This fanfic, like so few others can, gets under my skin and won't let me forget it. I find myself remembering it on random days, thinking about the dread I felt as I read it, and then the bittersweet hope at the end.
Like, I just -- this fanfic messed me up for days after I finished it the first time. I remember being engrossed in the prologue, already feeling a little bit trepidation, when that -- that scene happened with Sam and the birthday cake and. You shattered me with that scene. It's so powerful, such an incredible image of what had happened to Sam, such a fantastic way to begin the fanfic. I remember how my stomach dropped when you revealed that what Dean had gotten was a birthday cake, and how I pretty much hollowed out and died when I realized Dean was celebrating his catatonic brother's birthday. I just.
And it didn't stop. There's not a moment in this story where the spell breaks. It's 3 hours of constant remorse, pain, and bittersweet joy at every victory. When I get to the last letter, it's like coming out of a trance, wondering where the time has gone.
I feel faintly dorky doting on your fanfic so eloquently like this, but you need to know. I can't even articulate it. There's so much more I want to say, but I don't know how to say it. I love this fanfic. I would choose this fanfic over famous published stories. I love this freaking fanfic.
Just. Thank you for this experience. Thank you so much. You are such a talented writer, and I hope you continue to write until you take your last breath.
Also, as one last note, I'd like to say that I totally fell for it when Sam "ran" to Dean when he broke his leg. I actually thought Sam had woken up. Not one of my finer moments.
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I've read a lot of fanfiction since joining the Supernatural fandom -- over 200 fics, last time I counted -- and this one easily makes that very small handful of fics I call my all-time favorites. Titles and authors blur and fade from my memory, but Dictionary for a Dead Language stands tall and bright in my mind like a neon sign. Just looking at the title is enough to make my stomach twist with the remembered pangs of bittersweet pain.
I just finished reading it the fourth time. I love it so much. This fanfic, like so few others can, gets under my skin and won't let me forget it. I find myself remembering it on random days, thinking about the dread I felt as I read it, and then the bittersweet hope at the end.
Like, I just -- this fanfic messed me up for days after I finished it the first time. I remember being engrossed in the prologue, already feeling a little bit trepidation, when that -- that scene happened with Sam and the birthday cake and. You shattered me with that scene. It's so powerful, such an incredible image of what had happened to Sam, such a fantastic way to begin the fanfic. I remember how my stomach dropped when you revealed that what Dean had gotten was a birthday cake, and how I pretty much hollowed out and died when I realized Dean was celebrating his catatonic brother's birthday. I just.
And it didn't stop. There's not a moment in this story where the spell breaks. It's 3 hours of constant remorse, pain, and bittersweet joy at every victory. When I get to the last letter, it's like coming out of a trance, wondering where the time has gone.
I feel faintly dorky doting on your fanfic so eloquently like this, but you need to know. I can't even articulate it. There's so much more I want to say, but I don't know how to say it. I love this fanfic. I would choose this fanfic over famous published stories. I love this freaking fanfic.
Just. Thank you for this experience. Thank you so much. You are such a talented writer, and I hope you continue to write until you take your last breath.
Also, as one last note, I'd like to say that I totally fell for it when Sam "ran" to Dean when he broke his leg. I actually thought Sam had woken up. Not one of my finer moments.