SPN fic: Four Horsemen Walk Into A Bar (gen)

[destina]

Happy birthday, teand! You know it must be a special occasion, because this is only the second time this year I've written fic. *g

Comments

[killabeez]

Aw, honey, that is wonderful. There is a better, shinier universe somewhere, where you write this show, and the world is a better place.

[destina]

*has happy tears* Oh, I am so very glad you liked it! You just made me very very happy. Thank you. :D

[killabeez]

It is made of happy-making, clever genius. As are you!

[destina]

*gives you extra squeezes, just because*

[janissa11]

*slumps* Oh, how I wish, oh how I WISH that you were the writer for this show. And that they wouldn't then mess with you and blur it all up again. Because I want to be in YOUR version. ::deep sigh:: Beautiful, and so eminently satisfying.

[destina]

That is such a lovely compliment. Thank you very, very much. :D

[tabby333]

I love this, yes I do. I'll take this as my canon as to how Sam was saved. I adore the Horsemen, you have their voices down here. I especially like the discussion with Dean and Castiel. I can see Pestilence holding a grudge.

I'm...just...happy. Wonderful job.

[destina]

Thank you very much! I'm especially pleased that the Horsemen's voices sound right to you -- they were such fun to write, and I could hear them chattering in my head. *g*

[arliss]

Lovely. I'm just going to bask in it for awhile, if that's okay.

[destina]

Aw, I think *that* is lovely. Thank you. :)

[teand]

You raised Sam for me? Oh thank you!!!

And Death thinking about Castiel and Castiel's reactions...hair raising on the back of my neck. And how Death seemed fond of Dean in the way we can be fond of gerbils or fuzzy caterpillers, appreciating his strength and how he was one of the best gerbils of fuzzy caterpillers but was still, from where Death stood, hardly worth considering. And how it was War who had an opinion of Sam...

So RIGHT. No one writes capital T Truth better! ::hugs you::

[destina]

Aww, I'm so glad you like it. Yay! :D I'm kind of fascinated by how Death must think of Dean, and what makes him tick. I don't even pretend I can get into that fathomless thought pattern, but it's so fun to try. *g* Happy birthday!!