SPN Fic: In These Losing Fights

[errant_jane]

Tired like a tired thing. So what I decided to do was write fic. It made sense at the time.

Title: In These Losing Fights
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For 5x04
Notes: In the same universe as this story, though you don't have to read that for this to make sense.
Summary: Dean's goodbye to Sam is meant to be final and without regret.

Comments

[jay_jay]

This is what he tells himself, anyway. Like he hasn't spent his life cataloging and preserving every hurt he and Sam have inflicted on each other.

There's so much of the boys tragedy here and yet it's also exactly every day, the way people related to each other all the time, when you look at it from a certain angle. Beautifully phrased on your part.

Family. Can't live with 'em, can't kill 'em.

It's funny because that's actually Dean's dilemma.

This is hilarious and yet WRENCHING, like a rusty knife twisting in my guts.

Bobby watches him sit back down, his expression wary, like any moment Dean's going to start with the teeth gnashing and rending of garments.

Dean, however, will take whiskey over theatrics any day.

Oh Bobby! You can just see his face here. In so few words you utterly and completely conjured him in such perfect detail. Also I'm with Dean on the whiskey thing. However the whiskey somehow seems to create it's own theatrics.

You capture Zachariah's smarmy hideousness perfectly. Man, I want to punch that guy.

Dean waits until Castiel reaches his breaking point, when all the hurt and anger, all those fresh new human emotions come bubbling to the surface before repeating those words. "Despair is a sin, Cas."

Brutual. Fucking brutal. Both on Dean's part and your's as the author.

"It's okay. You fought well. You fought so well," Lucifer soothes. It should be condescending, it should make him mad. But it sounds for all the world like he does understand.

It's soooo wrong, but I imagine this in a Rick Steff sort of way. "Good for you, Dean! Good for you!" Oh the Devil, he's so well meaning.

You captured a lovely and subtle tone through all of this. It's sharp in it's prose and story-telling, yet one can almost feel sort of a grey veil, a curtain between the real universe and this pocket one. It's like a mist filled with regret and nostalgia and sorrow that pours out like blood. Really incredible. Your Dean voice is spot on and rings so true. But it's the tiny captures, Bobby, Satan-in-Sam that make it sparkle. So few words to create such perfect portrayals of our boys.

I officially hand over my crown to you. You are now the princess of well written angst fic. Wear it well, you cruel, cruel girl. I'll be over here, crying in my whiskey.

[errant_jane]

YOU ARE SO RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME!!! You have to be my best friend forever and ever and ever, because I'm not sure anyone else would be patient enough to indulge me and my nonsense to this extent. Which is to say ILU, bb!!!

However the whiskey somehow seems to create it's own theatrics.

Hmmmm, yeah? IDK that I've ever noticed this...

It's soooo wrong, but I imagine this in a Rick Steff sort of way. "Good for you, Dean! Good for you!"

AHAHAHA!!! ur ruining my angst with hilarity!!!

I officially hand over my crown to you. You are now the princess of well written angst fic. Wear it well, you cruel, cruel girl.

I will accept your sparkly tiara, but only because you are no longer writing angst fic. If you started again, I expect it would be cruelly snatched away from me. As you stomped on my poor heart with your fabulous spiked heels. Don't play like I don't know.

I'll be over here, crying in my whiskey.

I thought the house smelled like liquor and sadness this morning...