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Sam never wanted to be sad.
Dean had been sad sometimes when they were kids, especially in May the week after Sam’s birthday when all the kids made cards for their mothers and stores decorated shelves with maternal themes. He and John also went silent around the first week of November, and while it had taken Sam a while to understand
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It isn’t until the end that Sam realizes his family may not be there for the beginning of this journey, but they’ll be there to welcome him home.
Because the thing is- Sam’s always wanted to believe, but he’s not sure he’s ever truly been able to.
So beautifully written and captures Sam's pain so well. Reminds me of the scene at the beginning of POTC2 - all the teacups standing in that vast downpour.
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I'm glad you liked it. It was half-written when LJ started acting up on me and since then it's just been a struggle to finish, so I wasn't sure how it came out. Like the first part, the last section wasn't meant to be the happiest, but I tried to go for continuity- that Sam gives his kids what, in the end, he couldn't have for himself.
Thanks again for the review!
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*hugs him*
Favorite lines:
He knows, now, that the cost of each moment is too valuable for him to make meaningless. It's Dean's smile, John's big hands holding him tight and his mother's heart. It's the children Dean will never have, the peace John will never know and the gray hair Mary will never grow. Sam can't waste time.
Lovely and sad.
and when he lies down in bed and misses the sound of Dean's snoring
I really like this detail. Snoring is such a small thing, and I’m sure it’s something Sam never though of missing one day.
It had taken some time, but eventually Sam had reached out and developed relationships with cousins. They had been there at the wedding, and he’d been grateful, but they were kin, not family.
I like the distinction you make here.
They hadn’t been there at his birth, held him when he was sick or taught him to burp the alphabet.
*g*
He didn’t have a best man, despite his adherence ( ... )
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I'm so glad you liked it- it didn't get as many reviews as the last story. I write for myself first, so that wasn't discouraging or anything, but it did make me wonder if something was lacking...
Glad you liked it!
It's strange for me to write Sam.
Indus
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I've found that sometimes it's hard to tell which stories will generate a lot of reaction and which ones won't. But like you said, writing for yourself primarily can keep a writer feeling good about things. :)
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And the first day he woke up as the only surviving member of his family, Sam wondered when the last time he’d been happy had been. And if he’d ever be happy again.
Aw, Sam.
It hadn’t been that difficult to leave John- anger was a wonderful anesthetic.
I love how perfect that is; he uses his anger to numb the pain of leaving.
But Dean had been mother, father, older brother, bodyguard, best friend and companion and something indefinable but necessary, and living without him had been almost impossible that first year at Stanford.
Yeah, that sounds about right. It's how I view their relationship, all-encompassing.
The day Sam Winchester realized he was truly a hunter was the day he stood back and watched his daughter take off the head of a vampire. He’d not only spent a lifetime killing the supernatural, he’d actually passed the legacy on ( ... )
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It's a great story. So easy to write fics about natural brilliance.
Plus, this was when Sam was a teenager, and was there ever a more judgmental group of people?
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Plus, this was when Sam was a teenager, and was there ever a more judgmental group of people?
That is very true. I can only hope Sam realizes later on how much his father loved him.
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That would have been hilarious, seeing Dean give her that talk. I bet he wouldn't have let her date til she turned legal, LOL.
He had left a couple of seats empty in the front row where he liked to imagine his parents would have been and at some points in the ceremony he could almost see his mother crying and his father beaming that slightly shy and proud smile of his.
*tears up*
His fiancée had tried to convince him to use one of her brothers, but he’d been unable to bear the thought of anyone else standing beside him at the altar. And, ironically enough, while he always felt Dean by his side, he’d never felt his absence more than he had on that day.
It wouldn't be right to have anybody else there.
He’d tried to be there for Dean too. He’d tried so hard that Dean had to knock him out or there would have been two bodies lying there the next day. And, he thinks, for all Dean’s vulnerabilities, ( ... )
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Thanks for the review. I'm glad you liked it, but I didn't think this was THAT sad, so your heart should only be a little broken, right?
Oh, I miss my Supernatural.
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*claps excitedly* Nothing I love more. Just for that talk, I'm also imagining a potential alternate version of the story, in which say, Dean didn't die. What would happen then? *strokes chin in thoughtful manner* I'm full of ideas, just ask and I'll spread them out for your picking, LOL.
Well, my heart wasn't as broken as when I was reading Dean's story, but it cracked a little ;).
I do too.
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As for the alternate- I'm a little wary of making it too light, that, after all this angst, it's all of a sudden easy. I feel the end should come from Kripke- because I think it's gonna be messy. Personally, I'm just sure I couldn't do half as good a job!
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