Forgetting Any Other Home But This

[sparrow_lately]

I woke up with a hangover and a cold that could cripple an elephant, wrote this, and went back to bed. Sometime after that I was dragged to a four-hour brunch and now I am posting this and dragging my ass to the gym. I sincerely hope this isn't terrible, and sincerely apologize if it is.

Title: Forgetting Any Other Home But This
Rating: PG?
Words: ~1,

Comments

[catsintheattic]

This is completely heartbreaking, the perfect mixture of grief and peace.

*sobs*

[sparrow_lately]

*tissues* The show's killed any hope for legitimate, real peace in this lifetime, so maybe there's some to be found on the other side?

[shoofus]

yes, heartbreaking, no question

[sparrow_lately]

<3

[roque_clasique]

This one actually moved me to tears, real tears. So gorgeous and heartbreaking. Ugh just writing this comment is making me sniffle again! Waaaaah.

[sparrow_lately]

Oh, no, don't cry! *fetches tissues*

Thank you so much for reading and commenting!

[prufrock_26]

Lord have mercy.

This is perfect - it's everything that I never knew I needed after 7.10, and it's heartbreaking and beautiful and adorable and are those tissues you're passing around? Because I would like to take an armful.

You know how people tend to say, "I'd quote my favorite part but then I'd end up quoting the whole thing back at you"? For the first time, I think that might literally true of this fic. I will say, however, that the last word just about ripped my heart out.

*sobs* I think I need cake now.

[sparrow_lately]

*gives you tissues, shares in the Bobby wibbling* Good gracious, you are too kind. I'm actually just sitting here absolutely beet red, I look silly.

(True story...I've had the idea that wee!Sam had a speech impediment for a really long time, I'm not sure why--couldn't possibly have anything to do with my own brover's trouble wif ths now, could it?--and I'm so glad I finally got to work it in, because the idea of a little Sam asking for his big, brave brover is my favorite thing.)

*cake* *or candy corn, for realism, cuz that is pretty much the only food in the kitchen right now*

[prufrock_26]

I had an idea that the speech impediment might have been a RL thing...I've got three little siblings myself (plus two big ones), so I love it when I read fic by people who *get* what siblings are like, and how kids operate. Because seriously, in fandom particularly the brothers dynamic sometimes gets lost in the Epic Love Story of Sam and Dean. I like being reminded that they're still just siblings, not cosmic soulmates (apologies to all the 'shippers).

Cake was the only thing in my kitchen, actually. No idea what I'll do for meals tomorrow....

[sparrow_lately]

Edible things in my kitchen: candy corn, coffee, green beans, questionable pretzels. Health!

Holy siblings, Batman! I've just got my wee brover, but I spent a few years pushing down on my ths (bite and blow!), and I couldn't agree more re: the real sibling dynamic. Sure, they know you better than anyone, but that's just it--they know you better than anyone, and that's not always an Epic Love Story. Siblings don't always slot together perfectly, but they're still always going to be siblings.

I'm rambling and very tired after a shittastic weekend, so I'm gonna cut myself off before I stop making any sense at all. :P

[sailoreyes67]

Oh my god. OH MY GOD. This is PERFECT. Everything I wanted and so much better at the same time.

And from the beginning, he can hear them, the distant rustle of Sam and Dean playing just out of sight. Occasionally there’s a scrape of rusty metal moving, or the thump of a little-boy body hitting the packed-hard dirt, but a gruff shout of “Boys!” settles things in an instant, leaving Bobby alone with his echoing voice. They’re nowhere to be found, always just a little ahead, just behind him. Safe, but untouchable. MY HEART. COMPLETELY AND GENTLY BROKEN, RIGHT HERE.

He’s going to turn the corner and find Dean, crumpled, a filthy gash the length of his whole leg bleeding freely into the dirt. Dean will be keening into his elbow, trying not to cry, looking up at Bobby and whimpering, “Don’ tell my dad,”

;_; oh, baby...

And then the ending, everything about the ending, I'm almost crying in the most perfect way ever that is somehow warm and fuzzy and sadly happy... I LOVE YOU!!

[sparrow_lately]

<3! Oh, I was so hoping you'd like this--your prompt got me right where I live, I swear to you, and I was so worried about doing it justice. Eek, I'm so pleased you're pleased!