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Happy birthday mkitty_03!
I love you to bits. And no, I didn't have time to write you a special birthday fic. I feel bad, but it's very busy at my work right now. How about a birthday paragraph, and hopefully I can write you something acceptable at a later date.
Dean doesn't ever bring it up. Why the hell should he? It has that great sense of irony to it that gives him a kick whenever he is removed enough from the situation to see it objectively (and so yeah...speaking objectively he isn't objective about fuckall, especially Sam, but whatever...) They spend their lives tracking down the shit that other people never talk about, their days spent in the shadows of that denial, chatting casually in bars about things others wouldn't even write in their diaries. And it isn't any of that that has them fumbling and tongue-tied. Yep. Leave it to the Winchesters to find something even more fucking taboo than bloodthirsty, disembowling demons to repress.
Taboo. What the fuck is taboo, anyway? Deviant is only measured in relation to normal, and their family hasn't ever been normal. So what place is it of anyone to judge him? To judge Sam? They are all the other has. When everybody is busy looking away from them, their job...their world...where are they supposed to look but to each other?
I love you to bits. And no, I didn't have time to write you a special birthday fic. I feel bad, but it's very busy at my work right now. How about a birthday paragraph, and hopefully I can write you something acceptable at a later date.
Dean doesn't ever bring it up. Why the hell should he? It has that great sense of irony to it that gives him a kick whenever he is removed enough from the situation to see it objectively (and so yeah...speaking objectively he isn't objective about fuckall, especially Sam, but whatever...) They spend their lives tracking down the shit that other people never talk about, their days spent in the shadows of that denial, chatting casually in bars about things others wouldn't even write in their diaries. And it isn't any of that that has them fumbling and tongue-tied. Yep. Leave it to the Winchesters to find something even more fucking taboo than bloodthirsty, disembowling demons to repress.
Taboo. What the fuck is taboo, anyway? Deviant is only measured in relation to normal, and their family hasn't ever been normal. So what place is it of anyone to judge him? To judge Sam? They are all the other has. When everybody is busy looking away from them, their job...their world...where are they supposed to look but to each other?