Fic: Starch and Flannel

[greeneyes_fan]

Whatever the demon had done, the man had still been Sam's closest friend for over a year. Tag to 5.20, in honor of Sam's 27th birthday.

Comments

[embroiderama]

Oooh, I like this look at Sam and Brady.

[greeneyes_fan]

Thanks. I felt it needed to be said.

[borgmama1of5]

OH, man, this hurt.

[greeneyes_fan]

Glad to hear it was effective.

[lavinialavender]

*wibbles* This is so sad. But there's no way for this story not to be sad.

Unrelated to Brady, though, this line kills me:

When he presented himself at the door of the dormitory, alone and carrying a single bag, his RA handed him a key and said that he should tell his parents to park by the north gate, because it would be easier to carry his things in through the side door.

Along with the bit about dorm rooms not having sheets and towels. Ack.

[greeneyes_fan]

Hey, I write what I know, and working-class kids adrift in the world of higher education is a substantial part of my job. Thanks for reading!

[lavinialavender]

Aw - I'm curious, what is your job?

[greeneyes_fan]

Professor at an inner-city community college. I see bits of both Sam and Dean in many of my students.

[mimblexwimble]

This was wonderfully done. So very sad.

[greeneyes_fan]

Glad you likes!

[blubird_pie]

Man, great coda! I was wondering why Sam chose to kill him rather than exorcise, but you're totally right that in the (many) years since being possessed, Brady would have been worse off than Meg. I love the details about moving into the dorms, they felt so real!

[greeneyes_fan]

Glad you liked!