Nice. Makes me want to tackle Dean and hug him for a few hours.
Favorite lines:
Everything fits into his backpack, which he's owned since the third grade. One of the straps has frayed beyond repair; the other is held together with safety pins and duct tape. The bottom has been patched and re-patched, tendrils of blue ink radiate from a corner seam, and a heavy black square mars the front pocket.
Love the description of Sam’s backpack. I’m sure he had lots of crappy clothing and backpacks over the years, given what had to be their precarious financial situation.
In the bathroom, he untapes the razor blade and the crucifix from beneath the divider between the third and fourth stalls. He has to hop up a few times before he can reach the bag of herbs stashed above the projection screen in the auditorium. It's on his way to retrieve the salt packets from under the carpet in the front lobby that he hears the sound of a locker slamming open, a muttered curse.
I really like all the details about the different things Sam has hidden around the school.
Sam scrambles to his knees once he's sure Dean is out the door, drops his book on the floor beside him. He's rifling through papers and notebooks, envelopes, a condom wrapper--he recoils at that, pays closer attention--when he comes across the letter.
*g* Snoopy younger brother … I like it. And LOL at him finding the condom wrapper and then paying closer attention to what he’s touching. *snickers*
Congratulations, the letter proclaims, continuing on to spell out the details of the admittance to Casper College of a certain Dean Winchester.
Oh, that’s good. A very interesting revelation. I’d love to find out onscreen if Dean ever really did consider college, if he applied to places. And if that’s the case, then what finally convinced him that he couldn’t leave the family? Was it a specific incident, like John or Sam getting hurt, or maybe them not being around to save an innocent person?
Sam sits back on his heels, holding the letter as if it might shatter. He remembers, after a minute, to breathe.
I really like how this affects Sam. He’s learned something unexpected about Dean, and he doesn’t know what to do with it just then.
Dean hangs his left arm out the window, even though Dad's told him about a million times to keep two hands on the steering wheel unless he needs one to shoot with.
*g* That sounds sooo like something John would say.
Dean's never going to get married, Sam thinks suddenly. And so he says back, "'Til death," whispers it into the grumble of the engine, the stream of the wind. Imagines his words thick like armor, careful as smoke. Spirals rising to meet the blue, blue sky.
Quiet and sad ending, but fitting. Dean really will sacrifice a lot for hunting. *hugs Dean*
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Favorite lines:
Everything fits into his backpack, which he's owned since the third grade. One of the straps has frayed beyond repair; the other is held together with safety pins and duct tape. The bottom has been patched and re-patched, tendrils of blue ink radiate from a corner seam, and a heavy black square mars the front pocket.
Love the description of Sam’s backpack. I’m sure he had lots of crappy clothing and backpacks over the years, given what had to be their precarious financial situation.
In the bathroom, he untapes the razor blade and the crucifix from beneath the divider between the third and fourth stalls. He has to hop up a few times before he can reach the bag of herbs stashed above the projection screen in the auditorium. It's on his way to retrieve the salt packets from under the carpet in the front lobby that he hears the sound of a locker slamming open, a muttered curse.
I really like all the details about the different things Sam has hidden around the school.
Sam scrambles to his knees once he's sure Dean is out the door, drops his book on the floor beside him. He's rifling through papers and notebooks, envelopes, a condom wrapper--he recoils at that, pays closer attention--when he comes across the letter.
*g* Snoopy younger brother … I like it. And LOL at him finding the condom wrapper and then paying closer attention to what he’s touching. *snickers*
Congratulations, the letter proclaims, continuing on to spell out the details of the admittance to Casper College of a certain Dean Winchester.
Oh, that’s good. A very interesting revelation. I’d love to find out onscreen if Dean ever really did consider college, if he applied to places. And if that’s the case, then what finally convinced him that he couldn’t leave the family? Was it a specific incident, like John or Sam getting hurt, or maybe them not being around to save an innocent person?
Sam sits back on his heels, holding the letter as if it might shatter. He remembers, after a minute, to breathe.
I really like how this affects Sam. He’s learned something unexpected about Dean, and he doesn’t know what to do with it just then.
Dean hangs his left arm out the window, even though Dad's told him about a million times to keep two hands on the steering wheel unless he needs one to shoot with.
*g* That sounds sooo like something John would say.
Dean's never going to get married, Sam thinks suddenly. And so he says back, "'Til death," whispers it into the grumble of the engine, the stream of the wind. Imagines his words thick like armor, careful as smoke. Spirals rising to meet the blue, blue sky.
Quiet and sad ending, but fitting. Dean really will sacrifice a lot for hunting. *hugs Dean*
Thanks for a good read.