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[water_fowl182]

This is a weird little ficlet and far from a happy one, so that you be warned. A drabble spawned off a nagging idea of mine I've been pondering ever since the first exposure to SPN, hitched up on Dean's poignant challenge to Sam way back in the Pilot: "If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?"
Somehow, through Heaven and Hell, literally, it still

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[darth_firefly]

+sniffles+ Wow. Just.. wow.

[water_fowl182]

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed!

[jennierenee]

I really loved this. So sad, but really great.

[water_fowl182]

Thank you heartily for the kind words!
I'm really not sure what got into me on this one - since 200% of the time I sincerely wish Dean were alive and at peace. Though sikretly enjoy him suffering too.

Anyhow, I'm thrilled this ficlet managed to work for you.

[vie_dangerouse]

Mmm, I love this. That's one of my favorite Dickinson poems, plus I was just thinking about wanting a pre-series New Orleans voodoo fic!

The atmosphere of this is great- dark and gritty and I love that Dean's sort of detachedly thinking about how Sam will have to dispose of his body, but it's okay, because he's seen worse. Fantastic.

♥

[water_fowl182]

Thank you so much for the kindest review!
I'm utterly thrilled you liked it.

It's amazing how Dickinson's verses just manage to *fit* into SPN pitch and slant (or maybe it's just me). I'm usually lazy like that and hardly shop anywhere else for the titles.

One of the most poignant things for me about Dean (among the whole world of poignant things about him) is that he sincerely believed (and, most likely, still believes) that his demise wouldn't be that much of a big deal for those he holds dearest.

[faunaana]

Just to let you know, this has been recced in this week's crack_impala found here. =D

[water_fowl182]

Thanks! I appreciate that immensely!