You continue to make it hurt so good. I really love this fic. I'm not a big fan of John, but I think Sam will be able to understand him better after this.
I'm not a big fan, either, and in a weird way this story is kinda my way of exploring that conflict. Part of me thinks John totally blew it, that these boys had a monstrous horrific childhood, and I don't think that's completely wrong of me -- but there's another part that says it's more complex than that, and feels badly for John for what he had to endure back then, himself. Dunno. Not a simple situation, that's for sure.
Yeah, I feel the same way. I'm not sure which would take more courage, to believe what he saw, his wife pinned against the ceiling, or to ignore it until his sons were grown and raise them as normally as possible.
I'm extremely curious what ramifications this will have for Dean when he returns to his real age (which I'm hoping he does).
'Nother not-too-huge fan of Big Daddy either, and I'm waiting to see what the rest of the season brings and if my feelings for him go one way or the other.
But, as you know Em, I'm even less of a fan of Missouri, so I'm really interested to see where you're going with her contribution to the story. ;D
you know I hate you right? I mean, I just wanted that to be perfectly clear, so we don't misunderstand each other, that no matter how addicted I am to this story, no matter how wonderful and lovely and sweet and bitter and no matter how dead on I think your characterization of Sam is in this when he really hits the limit of what he can deal with, and no matter how adorable and brave and beautiful and even funny mini-Dean is...that no matter how much I adore this story and the premise or the fact that it's currently one of my favorite things in the entire world...
I don't want you to think that I don't hate you totally for making me fall in love with these boys all over again.
You know, just so we're clear. Crack dealer. Pimp Momma.
Yeah, friending you. The power of your fic compels me.
He makes quick work of the bath, and smiles while he towels Dean’s skinny body dry. “Not feeling too good this morning, huh.” He waits for Dean to nod, and wraps him in the towel. “Come on.” I can just see this fic happening and it's because of small moments like this.
He shoots bolt-upright in bed, a scream tangled in his throat. The room is oppressively quiet, Dean out like a light in the other bed, and it takes Sam a few minutes to get his breathing leveled out. I wanted to see this, the first time Sam has a nightmare that Dean can't "big brother" away.
The closer they get to Lawrence, the tenser Dean becomes. The weird thing about it is, Dean isn’t exactly reading maps yet, and Sam hasn’t told him where they’re going. Dean just seems to know, and near Wichita he turns to look at Sam. “This is a bad place,” Dean whispers shakily. “Bad, Sammy.” Yes. Dean would know.
“You won’t listen,” Dean mutters. “Dad would listen. He would.” Good. I want John to be worthy of all
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Yeah, Missouri was...a tough decision, because I irrationally detest her am a bit leery of her after her weird and uncalled-for snarkiness to Dean-baby. *shrug* But she fits in, and well. You work with what you got, right?
I'm not too fond of Missouri myself, I think it's because the "Magical Negro" is the kind of stock character that makes me itch unless it's done so well that I don't notice the character being that type, and unfortunately Missouri isn't. But it'd be weird if Sam ignored a potential source of help.
I think it's mostly that Sam really has nowhere else to turn here. First, Missouri does have insight -- whether or not she relates that insight in a helpful way is debatable, but she does appear to be aligned with the good guys, so it makes sense to me. But second, I think there's a parental-ish reason why Sam goes there, too -- he is overwhelmed, wants someone else to take some of that responsibility from him. I think it's a natural reaction to all that's happened, you know? (Whether or not it works out as he thinks he wants it to, remains to be seen, but anyway.)
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*HUGS*
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I'm extremely curious what ramifications this will have for Dean when he returns to his real age (which I'm hoping he does).
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But, as you know Em, I'm even less of a fan of Missouri, so I'm really interested to see where you're going with her contribution to the story. ;D
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I don't want you to think that I don't hate you totally for making me fall in love with these boys all over again.
You know, just so we're clear. Crack dealer. Pimp Momma.
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So glad you're enjoying the crack! Thank you for your comments! :-D
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He makes quick work of the bath, and smiles while he towels Dean’s skinny body dry.
“Not feeling too good this morning, huh.” He waits for Dean to nod, and wraps him in the towel. “Come on.” I can just see this fic happening and it's because of small moments like this.
He shoots bolt-upright in bed, a scream tangled in his throat. The room is oppressively quiet, Dean out like a light in the other bed, and it takes Sam a few minutes to get his breathing leveled out. I wanted to see this, the first time Sam has a nightmare that Dean can't "big brother" away.
The closer they get to Lawrence, the tenser Dean becomes. The weird thing about it is, Dean isn’t exactly reading maps yet, and Sam hasn’t told him where they’re going. Dean just seems to know, and near Wichita he turns to look at Sam.
“This is a bad place,” Dean whispers shakily. “Bad, Sammy.” Yes. Dean would know.
“You won’t listen,” Dean mutters. “Dad would listen. He would.” Good. I want John to be worthy of all ( ... )
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Oops. *stuffs fist into mouth*
I...must not do the self-spoiling. Not good. No no no.
I am, however, totally delighted that you're enjoying the crack! Yippee!
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*gloms!*
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