[fic] virtual personal and brimstonegold: The Best Gift Of All
[ Sam/Dean ]
Title: The Best Gift Of All
Writers: virtualpersonal and brimstonegold
Status of work: Complete with several lovely timestamps on this master page
Characters and/or pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]AU, Christmas!fic, NC-17, domestic abuse/violence (mostly short flashbacks)
Length: 75,500 for main story
Summary: Summary: Sam runs away from and abusive relationship, taking his daughter with him. On the road and trying to get as far as possible on limited funds, his car breaks down. Against his better judgment, Dean, a mostly retired hunter and the town mechanic, offers to let them stay with him until repairs can be made. Hurt/comfort, schmoop, domestic fic, X-mas, HEA.
Reccer's notes: This is just a brilliant AU, so sad, yet so full of hope and love. A perfect Christmas read. You feel Dean's chronic pain from his hunting injury, the utter desolation in his soul that he can't do what he'd always done, but he keeps moving forward. He is like the Ebenezer of the story at first. Then Sam enters with his own heartbreaking story and hope blossoms. My heart hurt reading this as a WIP, I waited eagerly for each new development, each new step in their tentative relationship. So many obstacles and so much hurt, and of course there was the cherry on top with Dean's relationship with Sam's daughter. Wonderful, beautifully crafted read as you'd come to expect from virtualpersonal and brimstonegold's work.
[Short excerpt]Dean was tired and his leg was aching fiercely enough that he was limping badly and wished he had his cane. It had been a long day. There had been a big accident on the interstate due to a whiteout during the earlier snowstorm and all the local tow trucks had been called in to help clear out the cars. The cold didn't do a helluva lot to help, only making his leg ache more. An honest day's work sucked ass.
He hated that he'd had to 'retire' from actively hunting but he had more screws in his leg than he had loose in his head. That's what Bobby would've said anyway...if he'd survived that last hunt. Bobby had left Dean everything in his will since Bobby didn't have any family. With Bobby gone, someone had to take over doing research, manning the phones to back up other hunters pretending to be FBI or whatever. Dean still went out to help hunters sometimes if they needed it. He could do back up, he just wasn't much good on the front lines if it required running or jumping. Even digging up a grave was a strain now. And that sucked ass too.