Don't Call Me Daughter (intro Dee fic)

[_lavinia_]

I'm PRETTY SURE this is the first fic I've completed since I embarked on freac_camp with brosedshield.  ( Check it out, really, it is by far the most impressive and thrilling fic project I've ever done, and probably the one I'll always be proudest of.)

Sadly, I began this story a good while before FC.  I don't know exactly when, but...it was a while ago.  I think I had a

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[elisera]

This is going to be a lot of quoting lines back at you, but apparently I can't help myself.

He was forcefully reminded of when he first returned to the States after Vietnam-out of place, hyper-aware of everyday dangers everyone else passed unawares, but this was so much worse. It was no longer a matter of reminding himself the perils remained on the other side of the world; now they were real, here, in every shadow and corner he couldn't see. There was no coming home, no readjusting. There would never again be a safe place.

Oh, John Winchester. This is to a large degree how I see him -- the soldier thrown into another war, one he never could get home from.

The simple truth was that Deanna had a mother, but Dee had none. Deanna had been a happy, carefree child with a home and parents and dance lessons every week. Dee was a half-orphan, drifting from place to place endlessly with her father and baby brother in a car. She wasn't talking in those first few months, but she looked up when he said, "Dee," her eyes forever lost and afraid

[_lavinia_]

Oh, holy shit. This is quite possibly the best first comment I have ever gotten. I cannot thank you enough. I was just thinking woefully that I can't expect many comments for this, that it won't get a fraction of the attention of my massive epic collaboration (freac_camp), but THANK YOU. This will do even if I don't get any more comments for the rest of the day.

It's such a relief to have finally finished this one, because I knew I had to post it before I could post anything else in this 'verse. I've only posted Girl Things before now, which was really just a trial ficlet. I have many more longer Dee stories planned, and I really love them, so hopefully with encouragement like this I can get them done and out there relatively soon

[lidoshka]

how sad! how terrible! and how awesoem you wrote such a long fic!
XD

Ok, So John was really trying to do right, I get that; he's still lacking some serious sixth sense in the "how would my teenager daughter interpret this" department
:P

Kinda feel bad for Dee's haiar.. although in a Wish'verse of John's making she'd probably have long curly hair and many, many skirts.
awesome fic! see ya!

[_lavinia_]

Thank you so much!! Yeah, John gets blind about some things like always.

[lavinialavender]

I can't tell you how much your comment means to me. I'd gotten really dismissive of this story with myself, counting it almost as a non-story (more summary than story, anyway, packing nearly all my head canon into one comprehensive piece), but I feel so much better knowing it moved someone like this. You make me think more kindly of it.

I'm happy to say I'm focused now on finishing another long and intense Dee fic that is much more of a story, and it'll be posted here and on deewinchester as soon as it's done.

[lavinialavender]

♥ Unfortunately I don't update this journal much, because...I take a long-ass time to finish writing anything, and the last couple of years I've been preoccupied co-writing freac_camp, which is more than I've written in my entire life combined, and yeah. :) Go check that out while you wait? If you're okay with the warnings, that is.