Gabriel sat up and grabbed another cigarette. “Well, hold onto your underwear, big boy, because what’s coming next pretty much sucks on an epic scale.”
Dean snuck another cigarette from Gabriel’s pack. “All right,” he said, “consider my loins girded.”
Gabriel chuckled. “Yeah, well...after I went into foster care, I got moved around a lot, obviously.
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I'm on the verge of having the weepies for like, the sixth time tonight. Good lord, this is perfect. You handled the more sensitive subjects in the story wonderfully- the portrail of Gabriel is utterly brilliant, poingnant and painful without unrealistic melodrama.
Dean, as usual, kills me- feeling like a failure, that he's a screw-up, that everything is his fault hurts, but it's something that I like, it shows a good frailty.
And the way he reacted to Gabriel's confession was spot-on- I suppose with the dyslexia Dean would know about that feeling of shame that comes with admitting your own difficulties.
Gah, I need more now. I feel like a greedy kid. Hell, if you need anything- a beta reader, someone to spitball ideas with- I will pay you for the job. Seriously, this is an exemplary fic so far.
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Go nuts, honestly. Spitball away!
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First off, I love Debriel, I love the pairing and I love anybody that writes it, but more than that I love it when someone does justice to it, which you, my dear friend, have done in spades. This story is awesome, it's incredible, and highly enjoyable to read. It's so good in fact I've just figured out a way to track it (behold, learning new things for the sake of good fanfic). I love how you've written both Dean and Gabriel, given each their respective problems to muddle through in life with but still brought them together, and Sam? Sam's adorable ( ... )
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Love you guys!
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