fic: new york will thaw

[wanttobeatree]

This took a tragically long time to write. Not exactly edited (YET.) Maybe it is full of errors, maybe it is not.

New York Will Thaw
PG~, wincesty overtones, 1220~ words, post-4x14.
Title from Regina Spektor's Ne Me Quitte Pas.

Sam and Dean and lessons and love. Or... something.

Comments

[linnet_melody]

I love the feel of this. Meandering, stubborn, an active sort of wait-and-see attitude. Actively waiting. For the shoe to drop, the tires to blow, whatever. 'Cause when it comes it's gonna be spectacular.

[bubl]

You spend an hour in a diner, nudging the pepper pot inch by inch across the tabletop with nothing but a frown. But not the salt.
I love this.

Frown up at the lightbulb, feel the familiar twist-and-tug rise up inside of you, and it goes out with a muted click.
And this.

And everything. But the POWERS make me excited, in more ways than one.

[qwertypoiuq]

Very nice, and quiet and unnerving. I dig it.

[dangomango]

Dude.

There's something poetic going on here.

I think I like it.

also, this: wincesty overtones made me laugh; ahaha YOU MEAN LIKE THE SHOW *__*

The only reason I read gen in this fandom is because THERE IS NO SUCH THING. It's all glorious pre-slash in Kripke's my demented brain.

[musesfool]

This is gorgeous.