Fic: Stacking Bones, 5/5

Sep 16, 2008 17:43

Title: Stacking Bones
Category: Angst, Gen, AU after 3.16
Spoilers: Up to and including 3.16
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, mild adult themes, dark
Disclaimers: Still not mine. Not making any money.
Summary: Sam never gave up on Dean, but he didn't save him either.
Notes: All mistakes are my own. If you notice any, please point them out.
Also, be aware that ( Read more... )

dean, angst, hurt/comfort, fanfiction, bobby, supernatural, dark, sam

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smokeyhorse September 17 2008, 22:18:52 UTC
I just read this over at ff.net but I'm so glad you've posted it on LJ! :-) (I didn't review it there because I read it on my Blackberry - sorry!)

Anyway - OMFG this was amazing! I'm really glad you wrote an epilogue, cuz I was about to DIE right along with Dean. Heartbreaking, really. But I'm going to envision a sunshiney, happy ending LOL!

This story is going in my memories and my delicious. :-)

Well done!

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bb1128 September 17 2008, 22:32:32 UTC
This was great. It hurt, but I loved it. And I'm really glad you added that epilogue.. it really was a perfect ending to this.

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yasminke September 18 2008, 01:32:33 UTC
It was excellent! Loved it. So much so I finished reading it at work.

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iamstealthyone September 18 2008, 03:45:21 UTC
Nicely done. I like the premise here of Dean coming back not right, which is so very plausible given where he went in 3.16, and Bobby struggling to make a choice, to do the right thing.

I think the epilogue works well from the standpoint of both boys being so very changed but together. It’s so painful to think of them being on opposite sides, or separated, but there’s a certain comfort in them facing their precarious futures with a united front.

Favorite lines:

The touch on Dean’s forehead is too rough, sandpaper over frostbitten skin.

Good description.

This close, Bobby smells like sweat and gunpowder and engine grease. He smells like every man that Dean’s ever looked up to.

Nicely phrased.

Dean tries to make sense out of what he’s saying but the words keep sliding away from him like greased rope, just going faster and faster the harder he tries to hang on.

Good analogy.

The steady scrape, scrape, scrape of Bobby sharpening his Natchez Bowie is like a lullaby, and it leads Dean into the dark.Yeah, I can see Dean ( ... )

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glassshoe September 18 2008, 16:08:13 UTC
o_O Wow! I'm floored. Thank you so much for taking the time to leave this incredibly detailed feedback. That's just awesome. (I love your icon, by the way)

Also, you're the first to comment on Ruby in the story. I wasn't sure how she was going to go over. I had a blast writing her dialogue and I wanted to bring her back later but it just didn't work.

Thanks again. Take care!

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iamstealthyone September 19 2008, 14:22:44 UTC
You're welcome for the FB, and thank you for the story.

(I love your icon, by the way)

Thanks. :) alistra made it for me.

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innie_darling September 18 2008, 13:29:58 UTC
I really loved this story, the original ending especially.

It's so finely detailed, and so grimly unflinching.

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