You came to Stull Cemetery so I wouldn’t be alone. You were willing to let me go then, for a greater cause. So what changed?
I was shouting that at my TV screen aver 9x01 and on the Internet as well. It occurred to me some time later that, yeah, Dean let Sam go before--and look what happened. You did a great job conveying that here, and I would have loved this story for that alone. But to have Sam now be worried that he's still trapped in his head and that there's no way to know the difference....*shiver* Spooky idea, and you carried it off perfectly. Loved this.
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I felt the same way about Dean and Stull and his ability to let Sam go, and I was thinking through what came after, trying to decide what might have functioned as a thing to change his mind about that, and then it was obvious. Letting Sam go at Stull was the thing that made him never want to let Sam go again.
A few of the people I follow remembered, and there's been some discussion, but it usually stalls out at "What happened to Dean's character development!" And I agree that in general, development moves forward, but I also think it's completely reasonable that the act of letting Sam go in such a terrible way (he wasn't just going to Heaven, after all) affected Dean significantly. He swung the other way entirely, and because of their intense bond, I'm not actually sure there is a middle ground, you know? And of course they don't talk about anything anymore, so Sam is still functioning like he's expendable as long as the need is great enough, and he thinks Dean is on board with that.
This was just terrific. God, I wish they'd have this Dr. Phil moment! (I'm a trained couple's therapist and I admit to the occasional fantasy about what I'd say to these two if I had them sitting in front of me.) the whole thing about Sam fearing everything is not real ... I hadn't thought of that. So brilliant and so devastating!
Thanks very much! It hit me in the car on the way to work yesterday morning and I just had to write it out. I thought it was gonna be like 500 words and then suddenly it was this thing.
It's funny how we filter things we enjoy through our various modes of expertise. You fantasize about administering therapy (which they totally need, jeez); I fantasize by "acting out" conversations I want them to have (I used to be a stage actor and now dabble in voice acting, which I guess isn't "expertise" but whatever). Like I straight up talk and yell and cry in my car when I'm alone, haha.
I'm also prone to talking to myself - about everything from work to SPN... Well, a lot about SPN. It sounds like the drama you act out is more...dramatic...than mine, and I bet a bunch of it ends up in your fic!
Hahaha a lot of it does! I "rehearse" a lot of the more important conversations for days before I actually write them out. And if I'm alone and don't mind feeling a little silly, I'll even act out what I am thinking about writing, action wise. You know, without actually breaking anything or killing anyone or whatever. :-D I write everything that way. I find it is so much easier and my work is better when I've been able to get into the character a bit, like with acting. (I wrote this short about a young serial killer pre-actual killing; I didn't sleep for two days. So it's not always a good thing. Heh.)
That was wonderful. I enjoyed the talk and the fact of what Sam was saying of not knowing what is real and that Dean as his stone number one he can't trust now. Wow
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Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was therapeutic to write, haha. I think you're absolutely right that Sam thought Dean and Cas were dead, and he's not about to try to pull Dean out of Heaven, where he's probably happy with his memories of a young kid Sam who hadn't yet betrayed or disappointed him. All he can do at that point is try to soldier on, keep it together, and then he hits a dog, as you say.
Yeah I always saw Dean as a kind of brittle man at the beginning of season six. He laughed, smiled, had fun with Lisa and Ben, cookouts and golf or whatever, but you get the best picture of him when no one is looking at him, when he's awake in bed.
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I was shouting that at my TV screen aver 9x01 and on the Internet as well. It occurred to me some time later that, yeah, Dean let Sam go before--and look what happened. You did a great job conveying that here, and I would have loved this story for that alone. But to have Sam now be worried that he's still trapped in his head and that there's no way to know the difference....*shiver* Spooky idea, and you carried it off perfectly. Loved this.
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Now that makes me wanna cry.
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It's funny how we filter things we enjoy through our various modes of expertise. You fantasize about administering therapy (which they totally need, jeez); I fantasize by "acting out" conversations I want them to have (I used to be a stage actor and now dabble in voice acting, which I guess isn't "expertise" but whatever). Like I straight up talk and yell and cry in my car when I'm alone, haha.
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Yeah I always saw Dean as a kind of brittle man at the beginning of season six. He laughed, smiled, had fun with Lisa and Ben, cookouts and golf or whatever, but you get the best picture of him when no one is looking at him, when he's awake in bed.
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