Don't Call Me Daughter (intro Dee fic)
I'm PRETTY SURE this is the first fic I've completed since I embarked on freac_camp with brosedshield. ( Check it out, really, it is by far the most impressive and thrilling fic project I've ever done, and probably the one I'll always be proudest of.)
Sadly, I began this story a good while before FC. I don't know exactly when, but...it was a while ago. I think I had a ( Read more... )
Sadly, I began this story a good while before FC. I don't know exactly when, but...it was a while ago. I think I had a ( Read more... )
He was forcefully reminded of when he first returned to the States after Vietnam-out of place, hyper-aware of everyday dangers everyone else passed unawares, but this was so much worse. It was no longer a matter of reminding himself the perils remained on the other side of the world; now they were real, here, in every shadow and corner he couldn't see. There was no coming home, no readjusting. There would never again be a safe place.
Oh, John Winchester. This is to a large degree how I see him -- the soldier thrown into another war, one he never could get home from.
The simple truth was that Deanna had a mother, but Dee had none. Deanna had been a happy, carefree child with a home and parents and dance lessons every week. Dee was a half-orphan, drifting from place to place endlessly with her father and baby brother in a car. She wasn't talking in those first few months, but she looked up when he said, "Dee," her eyes forever lost and afraid, bewildered by the loss of her mother and two-thirds of her name.
Jesus. THIS. Yes. So much.
Once, when John demanded to know exactly what about Dee Sam had a problem with, Sam stopped, inhaled deeply, then said in a much lower tone, "I don't like how kids at school treat her-and I don't like how she treats herself."
Sammy. John is such an unreliable narrator in this, I love how you show the bits and pieces he simple doesn't get.
The words were not half sufficient, but John had made her what she was, and Dee had embraced that, took pride in it. He would not leave her thinking he regretted any part of it now.
Oh, fuck. They break my heart. I'm gonna go off to read the rest you two wrote so far and friend the comm. I love a well written Deanna and you? You do it awesomely! <3
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It's such a relief to have finally finished this one, because I knew I had to post it before I could post anything else in this 'verse. I've only posted Girl Things before now, which was really just a trial ficlet. I have many more longer Dee stories planned, and I really love them, so hopefully with encouragement like this I can get them done and out there relatively soon. ♥
But do check out the others in our comm, especially Brose's stuff, which is quite marvelous. We have a lot planned, including episode rewrites, buuuut Freak Camp has consumed us for a while now. We may eventually take a break to focus on Dee.
And thank you, thank you for all those specific quotes - guh, they're among the best things an author can receive.
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