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[whereupon]

Homesick
by whereupon
Sam/Dean, pre-series, PG-13, 4,700 words.
For iwrotethissong.
Sam is leaving, and taking with him the long hot summer of their lives.

Comments

[nigeltde]

yeeeeeeeeeeeeowch.

just thunderously lovely, though.

[whereupon]

Thank you, very much!

[persnickett]

This is so gorgeous and perfect and I feel like any comment I can leave will just be an ugly besmirchment on it. Regardless: it always amazes me how your writing can be too beautiful to be true and then, yet, the voices of the characters are still the exact ones we know and love from a show that reeks of machine oil and gasoline and cheese.

The idea of a Dean who has not yet seen hell and whose ribs are 'once broken' and is already an embarassment and Sam happy only because he was surprised...

Minotaur and tower.

I'm stopping now.

[whereupon]

Oh, dude. That isn't anything ugly at all, far from it; what you've said here is one of the kindest, most beautiful things possible. What you've said is seriously better than I could have hoped for, and is a reason to keep telling stories; I'll think of your words when it feels like nothing I write could be good enough.

Thank you, so much.

[livrelibre]

Oh my heart! But this is lovely.

[whereupon]

Thank you so much!

[lavinialavender]

[comments made as I read, not afterward]

Oh, a poetic fic! You do these so well.

It's a dead-end road down which he walks, empty stretches of dead grass and the burnt skeletons of cars beneath a cold sunless sky, but this momentum has never been his to break; this is the only path that has ever been his to take.
Damn, damn, damn.

any minute now, Sam will look over at him, Sam will see him here and their eyes will meet and Sam will know that he could never be happy anywhere else, that he needs Dean the way Dean needs him, that there is nothing for him within the dull hallowed walls of a university when he has, just as he's always had, a brother who would die for him, a brother who would kill for him if that's what he wanted, who would spend the rest of his life trying to make Sam happy if only he could.
DAMN.

Sam's thumb pushes against the pulse of his wrist as though he's trying to count Dean's heartbeats, to make sure he's still alive, and for a moment it seems as though Dean's heart is pounding loudly enough that it will

[whereupon]

Whereas my response to this comment (and your comments on this elsewhere) was not to grin like an idiot, but a sense of awe, and speechlessness; again I can only say that you are too good to me, which is insufficient, and yet.

Thank you, very much.

[lavinialavender]

I swear I'm just being honest.

Also, I've been pleased I quoted these favorite parts in my journal, because now when I get a comment to that entry, I can read the quotes again in my email as I scroll down. So I can linger over them at work. YAY.

[superwicked]

It’s fics like these that leaves me speechless.

Absolutely amazing, the way you build this ‘high’ world in which Dean is just trying to be at peace with what he is, what he knows and what he wants and needs.

[whereupon]

Thank you so much! I'm so happy that the story worked for you, and I really appreciate your kind words about it. :)