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[philomel]

Title: Muertos
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam can’t help but think that everything he puts his faith into ends up falling apart.
Spoilers: Up to and including episode 4.07.
Word Count: 1,057
Disclaimer: I claim nothing.
Note: For raynemaiden, who-a while ago-gave me the prompt: “Any pairing, any rating: keychain, flashlight, Dia de

Comments

[iamstealthyone]

Oh, Sam.

Good look at a quiet and painful moment for Sam. And I like how Castiel’s there but not fully engaged the entire time.

Favorite lines:

Her grave is pristine, taken care of, but he sweeps a hand over the top of it. He kneels on the grass and brushes his fingers gently down the front, tenderly curling his nail into the curve of the “J.”

Good detail.

red and orange side by side, colors of fall, colors of fire.

Nicely, achingly phrased.

[philomel]

I actually intended to have Castiel be a stronger presence in the fic (mostly because I adore him), but it just seemed incongruent with canon and the distance he has maintained from Sam so far.

Thank you so much for your lovely comments. :)

[emiliglia]

Oh, poor Sammy. This fic was like a punch in the gut.

Sam can’t help but think that everything he puts his faith into ends up falling apart.

That line is just so true. A normal life. College. Law school. Jess. Getting Dean back. God. This was just perfect with its quiet ache. Memming.

[philomel]

A normal life. College. Law school. Jess. Getting Dean back. God.

*nods* It breaks my heart completely. This is why--as fun as it is to see Sam go darkside temporarily--I ultimately want him to be saved, because he so deserves it.

Thank you, hon. :)

[a_phoenixdragon]

Beautiful...

*hugs*

[philomel]

Thank you! :D