Dean grabs his arm and Sam blinks, looking at him through the curtain of snow. He looks at the snow dotting Dean’s hair and at the white splotches on the leather on Dean’s shoulders, and wonders if he’ll ever be able to tell his brother how much he loves him.
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As if to say, you don’t lick your fingers in front of your brother, because the last time you licked something, it was his dick.
The first is SO MUCH INTENSE LOVE - I'm adding it to my file of Favorite Wincesty Quotes - and the second just makes me laff.
I love it when people pick out quotes they liked and enjoyed. I mean, I have quotes that I wrote that I think are good or that I liked, and you happened to pick out two of my favorites. The first one I wrote towards the end of my revisions, and second I wrote in 2007, because I always figured Dean was just the kind of guy not to hop around the bush with stuff like that. And that's how Sam sees him.
I love the way that, even with all the tension between them here, the boys are still looking after each other. Dean letting Sam do the research stuff he loves, Sam guiding them to the Best Western because he knows how exhausted Dean is after a day of hard driving in the snow.
That's the part I like writing about the best, I think, the part where, underneath it all, they're all about each other, and all over each other with their eyes and their thoughts. They live in each other's pockets, I think, and always have.
I've been thinking the whole time I've been reading, what a lovely way you have with language, but this:
Sam looks at Dean around the edges of his menu, a shiny, sharp edged brochure about all the exciting and oversized things that are available. He watches Dean’s eyes track the choices, and sees the very second when the descriptions about the different types cheeseburgers are reached. Dean’s pupils dilate, even, though Sam does not point this out. As mad as they are at each other, food is one of Dean’s pleasures, ...is the passage that makes me want to podfic this story. Please?
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Dean grabs his arm and Sam blinks, looking at him through the curtain of snow. He looks at the snow dotting Dean’s hair and at the white splotches on the leather on Dean’s shoulders, and wonders if he’ll ever be able to tell his brother how much he loves him.
*
As if to say, you don’t lick your fingers in front of your brother, because the last time you licked something, it was his dick.
The first is SO MUCH INTENSE LOVE - I'm adding it to my file of Favorite Wincesty Quotes - and the second just makes me laff.
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Sam looks at Dean around the edges of his menu, a shiny, sharp edged brochure about all the exciting and oversized things that are available. He watches Dean’s eyes track the choices, and sees the very second when the descriptions about the different types cheeseburgers are reached. Dean’s pupils dilate, even, though Sam does not point this out. As mad as they are at each other, food is one of Dean’s pleasures,
...is the passage that makes me want to podfic this story. Please?
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