Last Rites, a Supernatural fic (and Sweet Charity debt!)

[bardicvoice]

News Flash:  This story is now also available in French, courtesy of the wonderful Chiiyo86, at her fanfiction.net account here. Thank you very much for helping me make people cry in a whole different language!

Title:  Last Rites
Rating:  PG-13 (mature themes)
Characters/Pairing:  Sam, Bobby; memories of Dean, John
Words:  ~6,270
Disclaimers:  These

Comments

[bardicvoice]

Kinda dumb to be commenting on my own story, but -- after much hair-pulling, I finally gave up on making the credits run actually appear ABOVE the art banner; every tweak I tred to make in editing the post just made things worse! Sorry ...

[originalcindyr]

Dear Mary,

Well, I tried. But evidently I'm still not ready yet. The first two paragraphs had me in a throat tightening of tears. So, I hope you don't mind but I'm going to print and save your lovely (I know & trust that it has to be) story for a later date. You're too good at this word thing called writing.

[bardicvoice]

My apologies for doing that to you, sweet Keeper; I know this is brutal for anyone who loves these characters. I hope you can bring yourself to read it eventually, though - writing it was therapeutic for me, even though it left me terribly impatient for season four to begin!

[zofia27]

Wow Professor. I couldn't stop reading this...no matter how painful it was. You have a way with words that just pulls me into the story. And the ending with Sam all alone? *sniffle*

[bardicvoice]

Thank you, Zofia! I saw the opening in my mind's eye and simply had to write it, no matter how much it hurt ... Poor Sam. Poor Bobby. Poor Dean. And poor all of us!

I'll be honest, BV...

[cakehole_cat]

...there comes a point whenever I read something like that where my face twists in anguish and I wail 'Why can't I write like that?!'  *lol*

[But reading exceptionally good writing is always a double-edged experience for me, both wonder and that kind of all-consuming envy, lol. I know my own writing ability is at the stage in which I'm still basically churning out elaborate juvenilia. *if only I'd discovered Hemmingway earlier, lol* I haven't yet learnt that, with writing, I can't be as I am in art - overblown to the point of autism. *rolleyes* lol!]

Anywho - back to the fic:

I thought it was brilliant and brutal and beautiful, and I didn't like it, BV, I loved it. I loved that level of detail and realism [and oh! your Bobby? Spot on! So heart-breaking! When he was telling Sam to eat when he said, sleep when he said, and the way he looked at him when he remained silent at Dean's grave. Horrifyingly good

I leave, with gifts . . .

[cakehole_cat]

Re: I leave, with gifts . . .

[bardicvoice]

Oh. My. God. Thank you, sweet - that is exquisite! And LJ even mostly behaved when I loaded it in ... *grin*

Now all I need are matcing icons ... *tease*

Re: I leave, with gifts . . .

[cakehole_cat]

[My pleasure, hun] Ah, see, all you had to do was feed it fantastic fic and a spot o' pretty. :P

{matching icons, you say? ^_^ I can take a hint - be back w/ you later. *_-}

[spcmla86]

Dear Mary, I was being strong and was mostly successful until I just started crying! And I couldn't even pick which particular line/paragraph caused it. I guess it was the devastation that Sam felt which I could also feel while I was reading this.

You've completely captured what could have happened after Dean died. And it was totally heart-wrenching.

Thanks for writing this and sharing it with us.

[bardicvoice]

Umm, *offers tissues*? I pretty much had to write this, just to process my own feelings. I'm ready for September, now ...

I'm glad it spoke to you, because it was screaming in my head.