Okay - and the last part got me and now I'm crying too. What a ride - all of this. The Game (is it real?), your knowledge of the area, the ghost, Dean coming, everything that runs through Sam's mind (and man, does he have a busy mind . . .) Beyond kudos. To live in your brian for even a minute . . .
And again: “Forgive me, father,” Sam says, then stops, and when the priest asks, gentle and soothing, “What do you wish to confess, my son?” Sam’s body folds in on itself and he starts to cry." What a hell of a knock-out punch. Too many emotions for words . . .
*Passes over the kleenex* Thank you so much for you comment, and I'm sorry you're crying as well! (Though, that is a huge compliment.)
To answer your question, the Game is indeed real -- it started in Stanford and spread out to Seattle as well later on. I'm glad it worked well with everything else, though I wouldn't recommend living in my brain. It's a scary place that lacks sense and order. *Grin*
Thanks again, for the comment and the compliments.
Seriously, hun, this was awesome. I couldn't stop reading it. It was beautifully written, believable, and totally made me fall more and more in love with Sam.
Thank you so damn much for letting me work on this while we were in Marquette, and letting me vent, and letting me wibble, and just generally being awesome.
And yes. Fall more and more in love with Sam. You know you want to.
That's me, here for all your venting, wibbling needs. ;-) As for just generally being awesome, it takes one to know one, sweetheart. Funny thing about being twins.
Once again, kudos on this piece. I am so muchly impressed. *sigh* I might just have to make a Sam icon. Not that I'm giving up my Deanlove, of course, but while reading this story, I could just see right into those thoughtful, puppydog eyes, and just...gah.
It did, didn't it? I had to have something that would explain why it'd been two years since they'd seen each other, and that...yeah. That would do it.
I'm glad you liked it! Was it a worthy prequel to 'FI?' I know a smattering of things from that one made it in to this one, but I still think it mostly stands alone. Or something.
You know, the description of the Game reminded me of "The Rule of Four". It's amazing, as is your portrayal of Sam and his trying to blend into Stanford, the progressing development of his relationship with Jess, and beneath it all, the brute gnawing sorrow of missing Dean, missing his dad, and somehow missing, while not wanting to, their way of life. I love the way you portray Sam's attempts of trying to find consolation in religion, and his reaction to the priest's words...maybe it's the combination of the address, the overwhelming guilt he feels for deserting his family and especially Dean, hurting Dean but not meaning to, and knowing however much he blends in, a part of him will always be an outsider, a stranger. Superlative and poignant and beautifully emotive and visualised. Loved this.
Thank you so much for the comment and compliments! I've never had anyone describe anything of mine as 'superlative' before; it made me tear up.
The description of the Game reminded me of "The Rule of Four".
I adored that book. It got a bit wordy at times, but at others, the language was just so perfect, like you could touch the characters, the books. The Game as I used it is indeed real, is played in Stanford (though I don't think it's quite the big deal I made it to be) and Seattle. Vegas as well, maybe, I think.
...the brute gnawing sorrow of missing Dean, missing his dad, and somehow missing, while not wanting to, their way of life.
This is exactly what I was going for. I wanted Dean to be in this 'fic, not necessarily literally, but through Sam's thoughts and memories. I also like the idea of Sam realising that there were some good aspects to the lifestyle, even if he would prefer the 'normal' life. I think that later on, he'll see that, though he might want to be normal, he can't ever be.
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And again: “Forgive me, father,” Sam says, then stops, and when the priest asks, gentle and soothing, “What do you wish to confess, my son?” Sam’s body folds in on itself and he starts to cry." What a hell of a knock-out punch. Too many emotions for words . . .
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To answer your question, the Game is indeed real -- it started in Stanford and spread out to Seattle as well later on. I'm glad it worked well with everything else, though I wouldn't recommend living in my brain. It's a scary place that lacks sense and order. *Grin*
Thanks again, for the comment and the compliments.
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Seriously, hun, this was awesome. I couldn't stop reading it. It was beautifully written, believable, and totally made me fall more and more in love with Sam.
I told you it would be good. ;-)
*big hugs*
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And yes. Fall more and more in love with Sam. You know you want to.
*Hugs back*
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Once again, kudos on this piece. I am so muchly impressed. *sigh* I might just have to make a Sam icon. Not that I'm giving up my Deanlove, of course, but while reading this story, I could just see right into those thoughtful, puppydog eyes, and just...gah.
*lovesyoulikewhoa*
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Okay, ow. That last bit with Dean just hurt. Like, physically hurt.
This is so, so good. I am going to... write a more coherent comment... later. Right now I need to go back and read this a few more times.
I will gladly kick your ass to get more of this kind of fic!
By the way, the icon is just there to show that I'm uber sad, not to say 'fuck you'.
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It did, didn't it? I had to have something that would explain why it'd been two years since they'd seen each other, and that...yeah. That would do it.
I'm glad you liked it! Was it a worthy prequel to 'FI?' I know a smattering of things from that one made it in to this one, but I still think it mostly stands alone. Or something.
BTW, I completely understand. *Hugs*
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*Hugs* Thank you for the comment.
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I love the way you portray Sam's attempts of trying to find consolation in religion, and his reaction to the priest's words...maybe it's the combination of the address, the overwhelming guilt he feels for deserting his family and especially Dean, hurting Dean but not meaning to, and knowing however much he blends in, a part of him will always be an outsider, a stranger.
Superlative and poignant and beautifully emotive and visualised. Loved this.
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The description of the Game reminded me of "The Rule of Four".
I adored that book. It got a bit wordy at times, but at others, the language was just so perfect, like you could touch the characters, the books. The Game as I used it is indeed real, is played in Stanford (though I don't think it's quite the big deal I made it to be) and Seattle. Vegas as well, maybe, I think.
...the brute gnawing sorrow of missing Dean, missing his dad, and somehow missing, while not wanting to, their way of life.
This is exactly what I was going for. I wanted Dean to be in this 'fic, not necessarily literally, but through Sam's thoughts and memories. I also like the idea of Sam realising that there were some good aspects to the lifestyle, even if he would prefer the 'normal' life. I think that later on, he'll see that, though he might want to be normal, he can't ever be.
Thanks again for the review!
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