I tried to do this one before the holiday, and then El Jay ated it. *sigh* Such a travesty that I have to read it again.... *completely fake eye-roll*
Maps, visitor centers, interpretive signage on the side of historical trails - all of it was feeding into his innate love of things making sense. Order: these things imposed order onto messy history. Aww, Sammy and his map!porn.... *smishes*
I love Dean getting lost in the memory of the battle. History can be compelling, and I think he feels a connection with those soldiers...
“Can’t even imagine that,” he stated firmly, without hesitation. But soft, and Sam knew that even though Dean had been falling asleep as Sam had jabbered on excitedly about things he didn’t know the first thing about, his brother had been processing it at a level Sam couldn’t even begin to understand. Oh, Dean....
Sam was not going to want to sit around while good old boys cast Civil War ordnance in a stifling hot garage decorated with Rebel Battle flags and curling photos of Confederate soldiers. And do you want to, Dean? You and Sam, on opposing sides, each with different ways of looking at the world. One on either side, but bridging the divide much better than your predecessors...
Dear god, now he was going to have to drag Sammy away from yet another educational experience. Near broke his heart every time. Hee! How many libraries and museums has Dean dragged him out of...
Sam folded like a Japanese fan, suddenly hiding his pattern, silent and pissed. Imagery flailing, aisle two...
Sam thought about that. Thought about the place of things in your life that had no practical purpose anymore, that were all memory, the true purpose of which was only mined by stripping off layer from layer: metal keys, function, memory, feeling, meaning. Sam, discarding a piece of his old life in favor of his new... how many tiny pieces slip away unnoticed...
You know what the best thing is about you going through this line by line? I get to READ it again. I forget things. The Japanese fan line...hey, that's not half-bad, I think. Heheheh. I think the reason I liked this fic in particular was because it helped me bridge some of that 'okay, I guess we're back to being brothers' again thing that season 1 only partially fleshed out. By season 2 is was about 'okay, now we're brothers' but there were some blanks.
Plus, I really think archaeology is a cool metaphor.
it helped me bridge some of that 'okay, I guess we're back to being brothers' again thing that season 1 only partially fleshed out. By season 2 is was about 'okay, now we're brothers' but there were some blanks.
Ooh, yes, very much so. And, since a lot of putting them back on the right path is about analyzing the past and filling in the blanks in the middle, archeology is pretty much the perfect metaphor!
Maps, visitor centers, interpretive signage on the side of historical trails - all of it was feeding into his innate love of things making sense. Order: these things imposed order onto messy history.
Aww, Sammy and his map!porn.... *smishes*
I love Dean getting lost in the memory of the battle. History can be compelling, and I think he feels a connection with those soldiers...
“Can’t even imagine that,” he stated firmly, without hesitation. But soft, and Sam knew that even though Dean had been falling asleep as Sam had jabbered on excitedly about things he didn’t know the first thing about, his brother had been processing it at a level Sam couldn’t even begin to understand.
Oh, Dean....
Sam was not going to want to sit around while good old boys cast Civil War ordnance in a stifling hot garage decorated with Rebel Battle flags and curling photos of Confederate soldiers.
And do you want to, Dean? You and Sam, on opposing sides, each with different ways of looking at the world. One on either side, but bridging the divide much better than your predecessors...
Dear god, now he was going to have to drag Sammy away from yet another educational experience. Near broke his heart every time.
Hee! How many libraries and museums has Dean dragged him out of...
Sam folded like a Japanese fan, suddenly hiding his pattern, silent and pissed.
Imagery flailing, aisle two...
Sam thought about that. Thought about the place of things in your life that had no practical purpose anymore, that were all memory, the true purpose of which was only mined by stripping off layer from layer: metal keys, function, memory, feeling, meaning.
Sam, discarding a piece of his old life in favor of his new... how many tiny pieces slip away unnoticed...
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Plus, I really think archaeology is a cool metaphor.
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Ooh, yes, very much so. And, since a lot of putting them back on the right path is about analyzing the past and filling in the blanks in the middle, archeology is pretty much the perfect metaphor!
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