Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them
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~K
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The format of this was different from most stuff, but I loved it too.
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I'm glad the format worked for you. It was an idea that struck me at 3am and I knew it was unusual. I wouldn't blame anyone for hating it, so thanks!
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The only issue I had with the first version was what I have with all post 522 Dean/Lisa fic - how can Dean be happy with anyone while his beloved brother is suffering in a box in hell with both Lucifer & Michael for company? If Sam had died and gone to heaven or somewhere where he was at peace... okay, yes, I might be able to accept that, but given Dean's first-hand knowledge of hell, I just can't imagine him ever getting past that and ever being able to be happy at all. But maybe that's just me projecting ;P
In short: Version 2 FTW!!
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I can buy Dean being something close to happy sometimes, when I'm feeling in a generous mood, because he made a promise to Sam and I know he would try to keep it. That said, I'm not sure he'll ever be really happy, or that I meant to write him that way. He would have joys in his life, but also a great deal of pain. I don't think he's put Sam in the past at all.
<3
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Glad the death didn't make you too sad. I was going for happy-ish, actually. :)
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