SPN fic: Dazzleland 10/10

[big_pink]

Chapter 10/Over, Over, Over

Destination: Niagara Falls, of course. Gen, PG-13. Complete. Horror/drama. A smidgen of angst. A big freakin’ smidgen of angst.

Travel Advisory: High body count. Blood. General wretchedness. Unforgivably wordy.

Cabin Crew: I never leave home without them -- jmm0001and Lemmypie. They make sure I have the right

Comments

[stele3]

Ok, I know it probably makes me a bad person and I know it would have been horrible for Dean to have that on his conscience... but I really just wanted him to put a bullet in Billy Shuter. And I know he's a lost boy and I know the demon's twisted him up but good, and I don't care. I think it's just something to do with school violence, and my own reaction to it

[big_pink]

Oh, I know. The Billy thing. I knew going in that he'd get away with it, because he's a little conniving shit and because in real life things pretty much suck. Bad people get away with horrific things. We lock them up. Um, yeah, I'm Canadian. Right? So the colours are showing. We don't blow away even the most horrible horrible people -- we cut them deals and let them back out into society *KarlaHolmolka*

So Sam's Canadian. You knew that, right? Someone, and I wish I remember who the hell it was so I could give them credit, wrote a hilarious crackpiece about Sam being Canadian and that was the BFS.

But, seriously. This was a dark and nasty fic all about grief, really, in the end. It wasn't asking me for a happy ending. Next one, promise. Happier.

[stele3]

I totally didn't mean to come off accusatory, there. I agree that the ending fit the story, completely. It's just... school violence is a freaky topic for me. Personal reasons.

Seriously, though... amazing story. Well don.

[big_pink]

TOTALLY didn't take it as accusatory, my dear. No worries ;) School violence IS a freaky topic, even without personal reasons. I am indebted to A2, my pet criminologist, for feeding me LOADS of information about school shooters specifically and also school violence, in general. As I said in one of my a/ns, though, I took as inspiration Lionel Shriver's We Need to Talk About Kevin, a fictionalized account of being mother to a school shooter that made me question everything I know about motherhood. The kid in that was genuinely scary and awful and somehow? I still had it in me to wonder about how to judge him. Hard, hard book. But worth it.

Thanks, as usual -- the cat still fucking cracks me up.

[cofax7]

Damnit I'm at work and there is no fic at work but man, I couldn't stop myself from clicking.

That was just gut-wrenching, and even non-cathartic, since Billy got away with it all, sort of.

I will have to sit down at some point and reread the entire thing all in one fell swoop. I'm impressed as hell. And now I want to take Dean home (very carefully) and feed him soup. Heh.

[big_pink]

Ooh, sorry for the work temptation.

No, not really.

I'm so glad that you and particular stuck with it, because I know my take on John wasn't exactly everyone's view. I do feel for the man, and I think he loves his boys and I think he totally screwed up and knows it.

And thanks for the awesome rec, too. Means an awful lot to me, really.

Dean needs soup. You should take him home. Carefully.

[em_james]

This story unties and breaks things way down deep in my heart. It's always a little humbling to find writing that can provoke such emotions. Your work is such a joy to read, even when it's painful. I want to say thank you for investing such time and effort into this and then sharing it with the rest of us. I can't write anything coherently enough to express your.....awesomeness.

[big_pink]

Jesus, thank you. I still maintain that it's a nasty fic that bites like a small dog. I'll be cheerier next time.

[tabaqui]

Ahhhh, man. Silence and evasion and buried fucking wounds right to the end. And oh, fucking yes, i can see John just slipping right over that edge into something furious and silent and wounded beyond healing and Dean has to go with him, has to step right off, too, because otherwise his dad would be alone in that silent, furious malestrom and he couldn't do that.

And none of that was a salve for Dean, and none of that fixed what he had broken and it sure didn't fix John, either.

And Sam just lied himself right into a little box and it crippled him a little bit. Or...scarred him. That's a better way. Yes.

All of them, just too scarred to fix and too scarred to *ever* be quite right.

And now i'm gonna go take a bath and cry for a while.
You are too. Damn. Good.

[big_pink]

Aw, cookie. *hugs you* You TOTALLY got what I was doing with John. Thanks for expressing it so eloquently.

So, when do you want your 'Verbal'? Anything you'd like me to build in? Because for you? Requests. Totally honoured. You've been waiting long enough.

[tabaqui]

You just have no clue how much i love and hate your stories. They rip me up but they *also* make me nod my head 'yes yes' and make me laugh... So. Damn. Good.

*MY VERBAL*. That has a lovely ring to it. Say that again!!
:)

I'll take it whenever you've a mind to post it, m'am, thankee very much. Build in, build in, hrmmmm... Throw in a moment of lurve for Alice Cooper and...and... I really want somebody wearing somebody else's shirt just 'cause they're *brothers* and they *do* that and it's *cute*.

*and they secretly lurve each other *so much* so shirt wearing is comforting*
*cough*

*la*!

[big_pink]

I can totally build in Alice Cooper. Totally. That'll be fun. I even have an idea for it. And shirts. Yep. Can do. If anything else occurs to you, just drop me a line.

*skips off happily*

[quellefromage]

Oh, dammit. Another one finished. Now I have nothing to look forward to

[big_pink]

K!!!!!!!!

Bullets for Billy! Sounds like a musical production number!

Cherry lambic. I require proof of cherry lambic's putative powers of inducing bliss. *taps foot*

I promise never to write anything as dark again. I honestly don't know what was in the water. I'm a happy, happy person! I am!

Will enjoy the weekend and then probably try to figure out what the fuck's next. I'm not happy when I'm fallow. All or nothing, me.