You teach me something every single time you write.
He strode across the parking lot, a curious mixture of fury and fear in his belly. And something else, something he'd felt years ago, watching Sam walk backwards, away from Dean and toward a waiting Greyhound.
From creating a moment, to setting up action to making a story complete and whole. To bringing characters to life. With air and color and dialogue.
I stand in awe.
Always.
Wonderful fic, babe. From the first sentence to the last paragraph. You had me hooked. And addicted. And interested in what would happen next and next and next.
great. I loved it and I felt so bad for both Jamie and Dean. They both got the butt end of that dumping. I'm glad they found some common understanding at the end and Sam chewing on his fingernails I believe between the two of them will definetly become more common place I'm sorry to say.
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He strode across the parking lot, a curious mixture of fury and fear in his belly. And something else, something he'd felt years ago, watching Sam walk backwards, away from Dean and toward a waiting Greyhound.
From creating a moment, to setting up action to making a story complete and whole. To bringing characters to life. With air and color and dialogue.
I stand in awe.
Always.
Wonderful fic, babe. From the first sentence to the last paragraph. You had me hooked. And addicted. And interested in what would happen next and next and next.
**luffs hard**
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Thank you so much, bay-bee.
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Thank you!
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Innnnnnnteresting.
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Thanks, bay-bee!
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*flails about*
OMG!
I love this. Love it!
Watching Dean be a daddy sets my ovaries on overload. LOL
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Yay! Thank you thank you!
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