Jul 10, 2012 14:25
supernatural,
sam likes being snarky too,
fanfiction,
angst city-population: sam & dean,
cough,
i eat angst for breakfast,
fever,
flu,
bitchface and sundance,
my soul's not black it's dark blue,
sick!dean,
butch & sunny,
sadistic creativity
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So many little moments I love, like Dean stuffing his pockets with napkins, Dean ducking under Sam's arm at the bathroom, Dean letting Sam feel his forehead, and that dance between them as they want to both worth through what's going to happen and deny it as well because it's all too terrible on top of this immediate bother that's at least something they can try to deal with. And that promise at the end, and Sam's response? Perfection.
I loved this. I'm totally reccing it when I get home.
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P.S. Are you the tarotgal... meaning the one from the SF archive site? ;)
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P.S. Are you the tarotgal... meaning the one from the SF archive site? ;)
One and only! Although some days I feel like I would get a lot more done if I were two people. Unless you mean to complain about how the archive hasn't been updated in a long time. In which case it's totally a different tarotgal altogether. The one with the evil goatee. That's her. Not me at all. *hides under desk*
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“It’s not really that bad, Dean,” he says softly, and doesn’t miss the grimace when Dean whips his head around to look him directly in the eyes. An unwavering, unbroken line between them. Dean seems to consider saying something for a moment (His own voice, taut as steel cable, but someone must’ve mixed a cheap alloy, because the foundation was crumbling around him as he told Sam, It’s not even that bad, alright? Sammy. Sam. Listen to me, we’re gonna patch you up, okay?)
And:
“Yeah,” Dean swallows with a slight wince. “-It’s practice.” He looks up at Sam with a crooked half-smile.
“That’s not funny.” (Dean, his voice weak and cracking: Oh, come on, it’s a little funny.)
That first one especially just killed me. Great job, bb!
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Even with the whole hell thing, and the losing-Sam thing (seasons 4 & 6, respectively), and even the imminent apocalypse thing (season 5), I still think that Season 3 packs the biggest punch, angst-wise. There's something about a ticking clock and false promises of hope that just gets me. tl;dr could go on forever about Winchesters, sorry.
Thank you so much for the lovely comment, lovely! <3
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