This was that lovely kind of melancholy that makes me sigh instead of weep, especially because you ended the fic on that moment of joy when Sam realizes that the Trickster gave him back Dean. This does a great job of evoking how very alone Sam was during that terrible time, and I love the image at the beginning of Sam looking at his reflection distorted by the rain-drops. Great job!
Thank you! I was worried that the text was too short to manage to express waht I wanted, but it seems it was enough. I felt that the rain was a good synonym for how Sam felt during that time. I'm glad you liked it :)
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BTW, I just love your picture of Ewan MacGregor in that black gown! I never thought I'd get turned on by a guy in a religious costume! LOL!
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Ewan in a cassock is major hotness. Who could ever resist that?
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I'm glad you liked it :)
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