Title: Over the Mountains of the Moon
Recipient:
lyrykRating: G
Word count: about 4500
Warnings: Spoilers for the classic 1968 Disney movie The Love Bug. Angst.
Author’s Notes: To lyryk, I hope you like what I’ve done with your lovely prompts.
Many thanks to my amazing beta for her extensive knowledge, wisdom, and encouragement.
Summary: In a coda to
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“No,” said Sam, “you’d be the guy they shoot out of a cannon.” The sharp points of Dean’s amulet dug into Sam’s shoulder blade, and he yelped “Ow!”
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“You never know,” he intoned in a goofy parody of a 1950s tv announcer, “how far you can go with a GED and a give-’em-hell attitude.”
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They never went back. They didn’t know why. Maybe it was a fear, lurking like a monster in the shadow of their thoughts, that they would find Carmody One-Stop Auto Repair shuttered and abandoned, or gone altogether, covered over by the parking lot of Target or Home Depot, no trace left of the summer that was so normal it was weird.
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Sam eyes Dean narrowly, but his brother appears to mean this at face value only. Sam’s the one who’s reading a lifetime of fraternal push and pull, gravitation and repulsion, into a simple memory of a car ( ... )
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“Yeah, that’s what I mean.”
This is so wonderful.
I love the details about the town they're in--it made it feel very real.
And Herbie! My first woulda-been car was the family VW bug, so this brought back happy memories.
“Oh, you betcha, sweet cheeks,” said Dean, and Sam wondered, not for the first time, how was it that his brother could sound so corny, like an elderly diner waitress, and yet Sam was the one who got called dorky.LOL ( ... )
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The dialog is perfect, I can hear Sam and Dean saying your words...the tone of their interactions, both in the present and in the past, are perfectly in keeping with their characters in the show...and the visual word pictures you paint of Herbie and the town made the story touchably real!
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YES. THIS.
This is one of those fics that rings so true to show it's almost eerie. (Or it's like getting struck upside the head with a gong; you can't help but vibrate in sympathy with it.)
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