Fic: A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall [Gen, PG]

[apreludetoanend]

Okay, so. Remixing? It's hard. But also fun, which is why I'm really glad I signed up for spn_remix. The story I chose to remix was a sweet wee!chester flashback fic. Which is why it makes perfect sense that my remix is a post-AHBL2 wartime story, right? But see, the point, apparently, is to take the original story and turn it into what you would have

Comments

[laisserais]

♥

I forgot that we texted about this story. :) I love it. I love the atmospheric-ness of it, and the way it kind of forms a bookend to the original text, as if they're two tales in one series, almost.

And what you can do with rain! It's gorgeous.

And all the lines are my favorite, but if i had to pick one that gave me tingles it would be this: The old wood is wet and slick under his palm and it creaks beneath his weight as he stands.

“Make me,” he says, and it’s a challenge made of outstretched arms and bared teeth and hope. That just came out so well. And the way it transitions into the wrestling. Yes. It's awesome.

[apreludetoanend]

Dude! That's the line where I wasted half a day looking up stuff about eagles and wingspan! And then I wrote something else entirely, and *then* I scrapped it and wrote that. That's like, a day's work right there. *g*

You are awesome. Thank you. ♥

[x5vale]

This is so beautiful.
Add to fics to be rec :)

[apreludetoanend]

Thanks so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and thank for letting em know! =)

[girlfan1979]

This is a really cool, bittersweet remix of a really cool, melancholy one - very nicely done.

[apreludetoanend]

Hey, thanks! I'm glad you liked it, and I think you're awesome for reading the original, too!

[musesfool]

Oh, lovely.

[apreludetoanend]

Thanks! =)

[iamstealthyone]

Nicely done. The rain/fresh start theme works well in this time period, and of course it’s good to see that Sam saves Dean from the deal.

*hugs them*

Favorite lines:

It’s raining when Sam breaks the deal, the first real rain he’s seen in months. Water pours from the sky, forcefully, righteously, and Sam stands outside the car and lets it wash over him.

I really like this image; Sam reveling in his fresh start.

He half expects them to crumble out from underneath him, fall away inch by inch, fragments coursing off into the ether like the spent boxes on the calendar.

Great analogy.

Sam’s beginning to get used to the hush of sixty-one point eight people per square mile.

Good description.

Dean’s hand lands on Sam’s chest, grappling for a fistful of wet cotton, and Sam twists away, boots sliding over muddy, rain-soaked earth.

Good details; and also, muddy boys sparring is always a nice image. *g*

[apreludetoanend]

Thanks! I'm so glad you thought changing the timeframe worked for the story. And yes! Muddy, wrestling boys are always, always welcome. *g*