You lose your car keys, one sock, an important note, or even your wallet. But you don’t fucking lose a brother. Or a son.
This is an excellent remembrance of the tenuous line the Winchesters walk daily, and how it really is pretty miraculous (later, literally, in their pre-series, figuratively!) they're even alive. I love your dissection of the terminologies that surround major illness and its prognoses--things like "slip" into a coma, "lose" a brother. Really excellent, powerful story. I hope to see you around for many fics to come! Great job. :)
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This is an excellent remembrance of the tenuous line the Winchesters walk daily, and how it really is pretty miraculous (later, literally, in their pre-series, figuratively!) they're even alive. I love your dissection of the terminologies that surround major illness and its prognoses--things like "slip" into a coma, "lose" a brother. Really excellent, powerful story. I hope to see you around for many fics to come! Great job. :)
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i hope read more fic your soon . i really love sick !dean
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That is an exquiste line!
Very sad story.
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