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[whereupon]

Parallax
by whereupon
Sam/Dean. Season one, R, 4,420 words.
He could make this a dream, maybe.

Comments

[aldehyde]

your descriptions are phenomenal. there are so many of them in this story alone that i love. thanks so much for sharing this :)

[whereupon]

Thank you, very much! I'm so glad that you enjoyed this one. :D

[livrelibre]

That's just lovely!

[whereupon]

Thank you! :D

[mdlaw]

This could happen. It could. m :)

[whereupon]

Hee. Hey, if one goes with the many-worlds theory . . . :D

[electricalgwen]

"...like the sudden crush of dawn, like eureka, lightning, star-formed strontium and nuclear flashdown, Sam knows exactly what is happening, and he cannot think. His brain shuts down, cratered, genius termination, skittering dendrite signals crashing out into dark."

This is beautiful and so, so perfect. The description of how they get under each other's skin, keep saying and interpreting exactly the wrong things, is spot-on. Sam's thought processes in this are delightful to read, and Dean's terror is so cleanly described and believable. Great job. :D

[whereupon]

I'm so glad that the characterizations seemed right, and that you enjoyed the story. Thank you, very much! :D

[laraneia]

You have mad skillz with the words! What a wonderful fic! X3

[whereupon]

That's lovely of you to say -- thank you! I'm so glad that you enjoyed this. :D