I just reblogged this fic on tumblr. :) Everything about it is so perfect. I loved the part about Gadreel's words and Sam's words mixing together in Dean's brain, and how he wishes that Sam would keep up his end of the not brothers thing. I keep thinking about that while watching the show how confusing it must be for Dean when Sam kind of acts like he cares but is still being distant and hasn't said they're brothers again. Sigh. But the part that killed most was when he was thinking about how he just needs to take care of himself long enough to get rid of Abaddon/Crowley/Metatron, and the implication of the idea that after that he won't need to take care of himself. ;;_;; Also your Dean voice is always flawless.
That's you? Awesome! And I'm so glad you liked it. It was a bitch to write, honestly, because I feel like there are so many conflicting emotions going through Dean's head right now, and it was hard to make something sensical out of that, you know? SO I'm glad his internal thoughts came across as realistic.
Dean being 'strong' enough to not need anyone...because he doesn't want to get hurt by trusting anymore...rips a hole in my heart and feels exactly like the way Dean would treat himself...I think this is exactly where Dean's head is at. Perfect--if heartbreaking--riting!
You have captured Dean's isolation, confusion and despair perfectly. I can imagine this was hard to write, so many emotions, but you nailed it. I loved this..
'He couldn’t live like this. Sam was alive and healthy and here with him, but everything was so cock-eyed and Dean had never felt so fucking alone.
Inside, he could still feel his fractured soul begging him to fight against what the Mark was doing to him. It was like fighting a gag reflex. Because deep down, he still wanted to be saved. '
Dean's pulled into a million pieces and you've captured it perfectly. He wants to accept the darkness, but he wants to be saved; he craves Sam's affection but runs from it. Poor Dean.
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'He couldn’t live like this. Sam was alive and healthy and here with him, but everything was so cock-eyed and Dean had never felt so fucking alone.
Inside, he could still feel his fractured soul begging him to fight against what the Mark was doing to him. It was like fighting a gag reflex. Because deep down, he still wanted to be saved. '
Poor Dean! So alone and so scared. Loved this.
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Love the whole analogy, but especially this bit: Forcing Dean to live with everything he thought he could pretend he didn’t own.
Excellent.
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