SPN Fic: Telling myself it's not as hard as it seems

[deirdre_c]

I wrote this as a pinch-hit for spn_summergen and at first felt so much pressure! What was I thinking, volunteering to write something in a week?!? Outrageous. But then it suddenly just flowed and flowed and I'm quite proud of how it turned out, particularly because I always worry about being able to capture Dean's voice. *pets wee story*

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Title: Telling

Comments

[apreludetoanend]

This was beautiful! Dean's anger at Jess feels very true, and I love how he latches onto the fact that Sam has no clothes, and then later, he stops at Wal-Mart. It's just a small detail, but somehow, Dean shopping for Sam like that is just inexplicably lovely.

[deirdre_c]

I think Dean's lashing out at the universe for breaking Sam this way, and Jess is a handy target to lay the blame on. But even he recognizes how good she was for Sam and he's torn between wanting those things for Sam and wanting Sam with him on the highway. Poor conflicted boy. *feeds him pie*

Also, I often think about how Sam went about replacing all of his everyday things-- socks, nailclippers, stuff you don't even think about until it's not at hand (and thus having to borrow your brother's disgusting bubble-gum flavored toothpaste). And how he finally gathered enough to fill one duffle and realized he had arrived right back when he'd been in high school. Poor thwarted boy. *feeds him whatever small bit of pie Dean left in the plate*

Anyway, thank you for reading, my dear. And for the lovely feedback. <3

[apreludetoanend]

Hey! Sorry, I never meant to imply that you were asserting that Dean was literally mad at Jess, only that I thought his sudden burst of anger (including its misdirection) rang very true. This is why I don't comment enough, I always make a mess of it! Forgive me?

[deirdre_c]

Oh bunny, no! I was just agreeing and expanding on the theme, not arguing with you. *smish* No mess, not a'tall. I knew what you meant.

[apreludetoanend]

So I'm really glad I didn't accidentally offend you, but it's okay if I spend the rest of the day hiding under a rock, right?

[deirdre_c]

Nope, no hiding allowed. *grabs you by the wrist and drags you out* I need your for my mid-80s pop infusion.