wanted to tell you, besides loving everysecond of reading this as i am going. You really have written a good story. The humor is wonderful, the idea is fantastic and your grasp of the boys is amazing. I am just getting the biggest kick out of it. But I thought you might like to know that chapter 6b isn't in with the rest of the chapters in the memories section. I had to come into the actual lj to find it. And I gotta say, that made me impatient since I am very into this. I love your descriptions of Dean, the way he is about things, the way Sam observes him and then turn that around and reverse it for Sam. I have to tell you, it's hard finding really good SPN fic that is plot driven, follows the shows style and keeps everyone in character. This is one of them. Thank you, I've been having a great evening reading this.
Excellent. Managed to screw it up again -- thank you for pointing it out, though. Now with the memories (hey, I feel a song comin' on). Thank you for reading this -- and I'm really glad you've enjoyed it. Must say I mostly enjoyed writing it, though I had to lie down after finishing chapter 8. *twiddles thumbs* Now what will I do with all my spare time?
Long way after the fact, but I thought, if you ever do check back, you might get a kick out of this. Not actually in the Piedmont, this one, actually in the mountains, between one ridge and the next. Still. Shot tower!
Well, what's not to like about a shot tower? It looks pretty. I really must make another trip down to Virginia, it really is my favourite state. So pretty and weird. The people are so nice (to Canadian tourists, anyway).
I wasn't going to comment until I finished, but....
You know, what with two mentions of brothers and sides, I should have seen this coming, but I TOTALLY didn't...
Dean said nothing, but that look had come into his eyes, and Sam recognized it, however infrequently it surfaced. A stick of dynamite wasn’t going to budge him. A flicker of contact, and Dean’s eye caught Sam’s, only for a second, but it was enough: no gray while Sam had blue on his back, not on this side of hell.
Good lord, I teared up sitting here at my desk at work. This is just.... I have few words. And most of them sound like "glrrghn."
(And now I have this incredible urge to read a Civil War Winchesters AU!!)
I'm so glad you're reading this. Have to say, I ought not to have favourites, but I particularly enjoyed writing this one. I think Sanyin might be working on a Civil War AU, actually. But I haven't checked lately. You could cruise her journal to find out!
Going back to comment, and I'm still in love with and want to have the babies of this line. It got me again this time through. Not on this side of hell indeed...
She never heard the shot that killed her. Callback! Callback to Sam's thought with the shot at the tree three or four chapters back! Love.
I love lines like these: cranked up the stove like a sick college prank the full ramifications of the word ‘futile’ becoming painfully clear
Sometimes I scare myself. Although, I think that the 'not on this side of hell' was just a shot in the dark. So to speak. But it's nice to think that I'm channeling Kripke...or is that the other way around?
Stop it! You're making me BLUSH. All blushy over here!
Seriously, though, thank you. As I've said before, this fic in particular hits all the storytelling buttons I like to exploit -- and it takes place on historic sites! And has archaeology! And a possessed DOG! man. Gotta like that.
Sam despaired at ever being able to do anything as well as Dean seemed to be able to do with one hand tied behind his back....Sam realized that Dean was making it look easy.
This and BEau's comment later ("Kinda scary, ain't he?") just show us so much of what Dean so great, without taking anything away from Sam. Even though he's thinking he'll never be as good at this stuff as Dean, there's no feeling of resentment. There's a little big brother worship, but mostly it's just recognition of something great and well... pure love. Nicely done.
My heart hurt at this:
Dean sighed. "I'm not wearing those colors....A stick of dynamite wasn't going to budge him...no gray while Sam had blue on his back, not this side of hell."
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You know, what with two mentions of brothers and sides, I should have seen this coming, but I TOTALLY didn't...
Dean said nothing, but that look had come into his eyes, and Sam recognized it, however infrequently it surfaced. A stick of dynamite wasn’t going to budge him. A flicker of contact, and Dean’s eye caught Sam’s, only for a second, but it was enough: no gray while Sam had blue on his back, not on this side of hell.
Good lord, I teared up sitting here at my desk at work. This is just.... I have few words. And most of them sound like "glrrghn."
(And now I have this incredible urge to read a Civil War Winchesters AU!!)
I'm just loving this. More when I finish!
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She never heard the shot that killed her.
Callback! Callback to Sam's thought with the shot at the tree three or four chapters back! Love.
I love lines like these:
cranked up the stove like a sick college prank
the full ramifications of the word ‘futile’ becoming painfully clear
*takes my love on over to the next chapter*
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Seriously, though, thank you. As I've said before, this fic in particular hits all the storytelling buttons I like to exploit -- and it takes place on historic sites! And has archaeology! And a possessed DOG! man. Gotta like that.
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Sam despaired at ever being able to do anything as well as Dean seemed to be able to do with one hand tied behind his back....Sam realized that Dean was making it look easy.
This and BEau's comment later ("Kinda scary, ain't he?") just show us so much of what Dean so great, without taking anything away from Sam. Even though he's thinking he'll never be as good at this stuff as Dean, there's no feeling of resentment. There's a little big brother worship, but mostly it's just recognition of something great and well... pure love. Nicely done.
My heart hurt at this:
Dean sighed. "I'm not wearing those colors....A stick of dynamite wasn't going to budge him...no gray while Sam had blue on his back, not this side of hell."
Gorgeous.
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Not that that matters, of course. I'm just pointing it out, right? Right. *nods*
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