You are an amazing writer. This was an amazing story. The pain they all went through was sharp, genuine and heartbreaking. Including the good paster.
John's mental and physical state rang clear and loud, and oh, so damaged.
John knows there’s something he’s supposed to say to that. Something a good father would say, though he supposes good fathers never find themselves in this situation in the first place.
I know that this is more of a niche story, for a niche market, but I hope you get the many, many kudos you deserve.
This was really a fine piece of writing. Not many could pull it off like you did.
*stands and applauds you*
(unfortunately, I never learned how to stick my fingers under my tongue and whistle real loud, but if I could...I would.)
I'm pretty sure it won't get very many comments, but at least I got the story off my chest (finally!)
But thank you for the lovely comment. I have this clear picture of John in my mind but I can never quite force that guy to come through on paper and it can be frustrating and confusing, so I'm super glad his mindset worked for you :))
And that finger whistle thing? Pretty sure that's dark magic. No clue how people manage to do that either ^^
Great job showing the young Winchesters' upbringing, but my God, this was hard to read. Dean freaking over Bambi, the endless running, the sparring . . . those poor boys. I just want to kidnap them, take them someplace nice, and treat them like they deserve to be treated.
“You can hit me again, you know?” Dean’s voice breaks roughly over the words, his eyes rimmed wet. “Just maybe not my face so much, ‘cuz I gotta go back to school ‘n stuff. . . . You could use your fists again, or maybe, uh…y-your belt.” He says the words even as he’s nestling against John’s shoulder.
I want those pre-series fics to be lollypops and candycanes. Really, I do, but, well...look at how they turned out. These boys aren't the product of a happy childhood. *hugs them better*
Amazing story. You really captured the characters so beautifully. I can see the adult Sam and Dean in these children, and feel John's terrible pain. Just really great writing, thank you!
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John's mental and physical state rang clear and loud, and oh, so damaged.
John knows there’s something he’s supposed to say to that. Something a good father would say, though he supposes good fathers never find themselves in this situation in the first place.
I know that this is more of a niche story, for a niche market, but I hope you get the many, many kudos you deserve.
This was really a fine piece of writing. Not many could pull it off like you did.
*stands and applauds you*
(unfortunately, I never learned how to stick my fingers under my tongue and whistle real loud, but if I could...I would.)
XXO,
C
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But thank you for the lovely comment. I have this clear picture of John in my mind but I can never quite force that guy to come through on paper and it can be frustrating and confusing, so I'm super glad his mindset worked for you :))
And that finger whistle thing? Pretty sure that's dark magic. No clue how people manage to do that either ^^
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“You can hit me again, you know?” Dean’s voice breaks roughly over the words, his eyes rimmed wet. “Just maybe not my face so much, ‘cuz I gotta go back to school ‘n stuff. . . . You could use your fists again, or maybe, uh…y-your belt.” He says the words even as he’s nestling against John’s shoulder.
Holy God. D: So, so wrong. *cries*
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