I have to go to bed before it gets any later, and might not get back to this tomorrow, but wanted to let you know I'm really enjoying it! I look forward to reading the rest as soon as I can.
A few favourite lines:
“Have I mentioned lately how sad it is that we’re the kind of people who don’t hold grudges unless someone shoots us in a way that’s not a flesh wound?”
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Dean has to take a couple seconds to figure out how to breathe around the sudden sharp wire-knot in his throat when he thinks about the first time Sam will glance over and Dean won’t be there.
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“Sorry, Dean, I didn’t realize my-brother-is-going-to-Hell isn’t a good enough reason anymore.”
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Dean wonders how this guy is even speaking to police at all, has to shove off the urge to compare Peter’s loss to his own. Peter is a civilian. Peter didn’t lose a Sam.
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“Jesus, Sammy,” Dean gets out, hand fisting in Sam’s jacket close enough that his knuckles bump against Sam’s side. “You’d think I’d never said a nice thing to you in my life.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Sam says with a jerk and a sharp shake of his head. “Just…it’s been a while.”
Really? Dean thinks, taken aback. He can’t remember. He doesn’t keep track of these things. But he-he hadn’t thought it was so long that Sam would be starving for it like he seems to be.
A few favourite lines:
“Have I mentioned lately how sad it is that we’re the kind of people who don’t hold grudges unless someone shoots us in a way that’s not a flesh wound?”
***
Dean has to take a couple seconds to figure out how to breathe around the sudden sharp wire-knot in his throat when he thinks about the first time Sam will glance over and Dean won’t be there.
***
“Sorry, Dean, I didn’t realize my-brother-is-going-to-Hell isn’t a good enough reason anymore.”
***
Dean wonders how this guy is even speaking to police at all, has to shove off the urge to compare Peter’s loss to his own. Peter is a civilian. Peter didn’t lose a Sam.
***
“Jesus, Sammy,” Dean gets out, hand fisting in Sam’s jacket close enough that his knuckles bump against Sam’s side. “You’d think I’d never said a nice thing to you in my life.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Sam says with a jerk and a sharp shake of his head. “Just…it’s been a while.”
Really? Dean thinks, taken aback. He can’t remember. He doesn’t keep track of these things. But he-he hadn’t thought it was so long that Sam would be starving for it like he seems to be.
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