grief! death!fic! what more could you want?de_nugisApril 25 2011, 23:57:27 UTC
I put this in a meta post, but now maybe I don't so much want to write it as want someone else to write it so I can cry a lot:
If Dean were to die on Sam now I don’t think Sam would go crazy or vengeful or try to open hell gates or drink demon blood or anything. I think he’d even try to go on, knowing that that’s what Dean would want and really, really not wanting to fuck up Dean’s last wishes again. But I think he’d just fade, get killed by some random monster, not out of any suicidal drive, but just because he was having trouble paying attention to details like food or sleep or ravening creatures with lots of big, nasty teeth. (Yes, it is possible that I now want to write this fic, what with being a sick individual. The one where Sam parks in the motel parking lot and pauses a moment to get up his energy to go into the office and gradually realizes that it’s morning and he’s been sitting there all night staring straight in front of him and he never actually got out of the car and got a room.)
Re: FILLED: Along Every Horizon (Sam; PG13) 2/2de_nugisApril 27 2011, 14:54:00 UTC
OMG, I didn't think anyone would pick this one up. I have a morbid love for death fics and aftermath of death fics. The bleakness here is perfect, the way Sam is trying to keep himself tethered to reality, to his promise to Dean, to life, but he just keeps drifting off. And the empty, desert space where Dean's ashes aren't as the empty center of Sam and of the story, just perfect.
Re: FILLED: Along Every Horizon (Sam; PG13) 2/2road_rhythmMay 8 2011, 04:50:15 UTC
This is my second time reading this, and I am still too flaily to leave an intelligent review. So I figured I'd just better forget about intelligent and tell you it was awesome.
If Dean were to die on Sam now I don’t think Sam would go crazy or vengeful or try to open hell gates or drink demon blood or anything. I think he’d even try to go on, knowing that that’s what Dean would want and really, really not wanting to fuck up Dean’s last wishes again. But I think he’d just fade, get killed by some random monster, not out of any suicidal drive, but just because he was having trouble paying attention to details like food or sleep or ravening creatures with lots of big, nasty teeth. (Yes, it is possible that I now want to write this fic, what with being a sick individual. The one where Sam parks in the motel parking lot and pauses a moment to get up his energy to go into the office and gradually realizes that it’s morning and he’s been sitting there all night staring straight in front of him and he never actually got out of the car and got a room.)
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Please tell me you'll be archiving this on AO3?
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LOL, hey, it'd be okay if you were.
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That was stunning. Well done.
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I'm glad someone picked up the prompt, and filled it so wonderfully.
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