ext_19046 ([identity profile] dev-earl.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] britomart_is 2010-10-11 12:48 pm (UTC)

Oh, sweetheart. You are ON FIRE. I LOVE IT! :D:D:D:D:D:D

My favorite lines? SO MANY. OH GOD.

→ The whole scene of Dean filling up the form in the doctor's office. Up to here: With Dean's luck, he'll live to see a hundred, then die and go to heaven.

→ That Sam is the cage, as I've said in my episode review last week. Because that would be AWESOME and it would mean that Sam didn't come back wrong, just different. ♥

"I mean it," Dean says. "Good. I can't love you the most either."

On his knees, Dean sifts through domestic detritus until he comes up with a used Starbucks cup. Black Sharpie scrawls across its surface, tells its history: here once was a venti soy hazelnut latte, extra hot.

It's a drink so absurd that no one else has ever ordered it, or ever will. This is the last such cup in the world and there will never be another. Not ever.


Sam has to be iron. Iron doesn't know regret or hunger or hope. I WANT THIS TO BE CANON.

Oops. Looks like I just quoted your whole fic back to you. :P

This is absolutely, completely, utterly gorgeous and perfect and amazing and just what I need after the last three episodes. You are a GENIUS. ♥♥♥

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