It ain't new, but then again, neither is Frosty the Snowman and that never stops me. Merry Christmas, y'all. With the worst of my project-from-hell in the rear view, I will do my best to post some kind of new fic soon. In the mean time, here, have a little holiday h/c:
Keep Going Why John didn't make it home for Christmas. (A Very Supernatural Christmas)
He was too far off the road. No one would see him lying here in a ditch; and even if they did, they probably wouldn’t stop. If he didn’t get up again, he’d freeze to death right where he fell, and they wouldn’t find his body until the spring thaw. That was as bad as lying there curled up in a fetal ball by a bloody tree; it was as bad as letting himself crawl into a cave and lie down because at least it was dry there, even if it was still freezing and he wouldn’t make it through the night on naked stone. He had to keep going, dammit.He had to keep going.
And, of course, the sequel:
The Truth About Lies Why Sammy still doesn't know why John didn't make it home for Christmas. (A Very Supernatural Christmas)
"You don’t tell someone a lie that’s harder to believe than the truth is," John said. "You make your lies easier to believe … something they want to believe, even if believing it hurts them. That’s the truth about lies, son: they only work if you tell ones that sound like the truth. And for Sammy, the truth he’s going to hear-the truth he’s going to believe-is that I forgot him, not that I’m trying to protect him."