SPN fic: Red 8/10

[big_pink]

Red, Chapter 8/Between the Ribs

Huff and Puff: Gen, PG-13, loads of sordid, violent, and downright creepy scenes, swearing laid on pretty darn thick, and Sam running around like a chicken seeking revenge for its missing head. Canon characters belong to the canon gods; words and other characters belong to me. Me! You heard that Kripke? WIP, but

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Re: All I can say is

[big_pink]

*hands you a Kleenex*

[quellefromage]

I have read this three times now...I got interrupted this morning--had to go to church with Dean in the Car, and I'm pretty sure that todays sermon was...blah blah blah wolf...blah blah...hole in side...blah blah...boots kicking windows. Very enlightening, I must say

[big_pink]

Picture me: blushing furiously.

Oh stop it. Really. It'll all go to my head. Honestly, I don't even know how to take credit for it -- it just..comes out. And Lemmypie encourages and JM shapes and voila, there it is. And you (all) are too kind for even reading it, let alone leaving comments.

The memory stuff -- I just know what it's like, right? Everyone in the family has a different version and slowly, the more you tell it, it becomes the same version. And the things that you don't talk about become these phantom, suspect memories that you don't trust because no one has verified them for you. It's sad and it's part of the reason that dysfunctional families are that way, because people don't talk about shit.

So, enough. *blushes some more*

[bluesister]

I've been haunted by John's assumption in '97 that Dean was out partying when he returned beaten. But Dean didn't correct his father because that would have sent John after the Wolf, yeah? Ugh. Anyway. So glad to get more.

rush of blinding light that he found himself with his hand fisted in the Wolf’s shirt, not pushing away, just holding on
You do such a great job describing hard-to-describe experiences.

And furious Sam is a welcome sight!

[big_pink]

I know, it's infuriating, isn't it? John just making assumptions and Dean taking it, because Dad would just go after the Wolf and it would likely mean fessing up to what happened in '92 and Dean isn't prepared to talk about that because it's too shameful.

Ummmm...I'm enjoying writing furious Sam. He's really, really cute when he's mad.

[northface11]

I don't know what to say. I love the sense of place and atmosphere that you've developed, the weather and forest and eerieness and the Wolf's longing.

This whole section amused me to no end: He tried to remember all the words of the Metallica back catalog. Sang them. Loudly. Then listed every girl he’d ever slept with, in order. Rated the experiences one through fifty. Recited the peasant’s monologue from the Holy Grail. The starting lineup and pitching staff of the Mariners and Royals, mid-1960s through to the present day. ERAs, RBIs, and batting averages. The area codes of all the cities and towns he’d ever lived in. All Sam’s teachers, starting with Miss Eliza in kindergarten. Ranked them in terms of relative hotness. He’d always paid way more attention to Sam’s teachers than his own. Except, not to get nit-picky or anything, except that I am, the Mariners weren't in existence in the mid-sixties, I don't think, not until 1976ish

[big_pink]

Shit -- I totally knew the Mariners were an expansion team. Mea culpa. Changed.

The whole 'walking around with a hole in his side' is quite revolting, which is why Dean can't actually stand to look at it; it just makes him feel ill. As it does you, apparently. ;)

I have to post a link next chapter to this great photo I've been using as an atmosphere touchstone -- I mean, we both come from the area, so it's easy to conjure up if you just close your eyes, but I'm glad you feel I'm hitting the nail on the proverbial head.

[northface11]

Atmosphere is everything. Here I think we're on our fourth rainfall warning in ten days, with a couple of wind warnings thrown in the middle... I could use Sam's jacket with four billion zippers. But yes, it'd be good to see that photo. Less damp, at least, than actually experiencing it!

And yeah, hole in side? *shudders* I can deal with most gory stuff, from psycho killers and axe murderers and such, but regular freak accidents? That actually happen to (fairly) regular people on a (sort of) regular basis? My stomach churns every time.

[lemmealone]

OH DON'T STOP THERE YOU BASTARD.

Nnng. I'm like your Wolf - I want to eat this thing whole but I'll just keep swallowing the scraps you toss me because I can't help myself. And oh, yeah, it's like broken glass in my belly and I don't care. God, I love this story.

[big_pink]

Was I being that obvious with the 'it's never enough' references? You readers are all like the Wolf. *snickers* Seriously, I am doing backflips with all the nice feedback. My head is the size of a country fair-winning pumpkin. There will be no living with me.

*hands you more broken glass*

[lemmealone]

Mmm... crunchy...