*waves tentatively*
I'm alive. It's been a month since I've posted, although I've been trying to keep up with reading my flist. I can't remember a time when work has been so unrelentingly frantic. But I'm off work now for a week or so, and I managed to finish my long-overdue Sweet Charity fic.
It's written for
muffaletta, who paid good money for me in the
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Dean so tormented and Sam trying again and again to bring him back, but without any success …
*hugs them*
Very nicely done.
Favorite lines:
to see Dean sleeping in front of the TV: Limbs pretzled in the armchair, his head lolling at an impossible angle, his soft arrhythmic snoring a soothing accompaniment to the muffled murmur of the TV. And Sam would close his eyes and go straight back to sleep, knowing that everything was okay.
Aww, what a lovely image.
Sam hadn’t been convinced by his brother’s logic, insisting that the badge had been presented to him by Miss Piggy, and it was therefore vital that he find it.
LOL! Sleepwalking!Sam amuses me greatly.
He’d woken the next morning with Dean’s amulet clutched tight in his fist,
Aww, Dean let him have the amulet so he could get back to sleep. Such a good big brother. *pets Dean*
M’sorry, Dad. I should have known.”
Dad’s voice had been soft and gentle, but unforgiving. “Yeah, you should have.”
Oh, Dean.
Sam looks up. “Bobby.” There’s a world of begging in that single word.
Oh, Sam.
She presses play and song begins, the guitar swelling softly as the weak rays of morning sun trickle into the quiet room.
Dean doesn’t stir.
Such an aching ending.
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The sleepwalking Sammy part is based on my husband. Although he was hunting for a Blue Peter badge, which is actually much more embarrassing than a boy scout merit badge.
I love that this caused an Oh Dean, and an Oh Sam. Equal opportunities angst.
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Too cute!
I love that this caused an Oh Dean, and an Oh Sam. Equal opportunities angst.
You're very good at that. :)
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