What’s the worst that could happen? Dean asks. What, we die? Seen worse, man.
What the fuck’s worse than dying? Sam says. Come on, tell me what the fuck you could do worse than die.
Dean just shakes his head, closes his eyes. Sam has never felt so sober in his life. Tell me, he whispers. Tell me. Dean.
He's so very lost. It's so what I imagine he'd be like. And I so want to reach into this fic and mend what can't be mended...
But let's not despair girls, cos look who's there, like the Cavalry, the deus ex machina. Yup. Our beloved Sammy...
He wonders what would happen if he pulled over, some podunk town on the Mississippi, just pulled over and got out and said, Here, this is where the road ends.
And finally, and omg, and I could cry with something approaching a quiet joy:
I’m sorry, says Dean. I know you want--I know you want a lot of things.
It’s okay.
You don’t have to wait for me, says Dean.
The sun burnishes the wheatfields golden and copper. Sam doesn’t say: I would wait for you through pretty much anything I can imagine or I’ll never leave you or I’ll be ready when you want to stop.
He says: I know.
This is very gorgeous indeed. Loved the pace, the dialogue, the heartbreak. Thank you, thank you....
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What’s the worst that could happen? Dean asks. What, we die? Seen worse, man.
What the fuck’s worse than dying? Sam says. Come on, tell me what the fuck you could do worse than die.
Dean just shakes his head, closes his eyes. Sam has never felt so sober in his life. Tell me, he whispers. Tell me. Dean.
He's so very lost. It's so what I imagine he'd be like. And I so want to reach into this fic and mend what can't be mended...
But let's not despair girls, cos look who's there, like the Cavalry, the deus ex machina. Yup. Our beloved Sammy...
He wonders what would happen if he pulled over, some podunk town on the Mississippi, just pulled over and got out and said, Here, this is where the road ends.
And finally, and omg, and I could cry with something approaching a quiet joy:
I’m sorry, says Dean. I know you want--I know you want a lot of things.
It’s okay.
You don’t have to wait for me, says Dean.
The sun burnishes the wheatfields golden and copper. Sam doesn’t say: I would wait for you through pretty much anything I can imagine or I’ll never leave you or I’ll be ready when you want to stop.
He says: I know.
This is very gorgeous indeed. Loved the pace, the dialogue, the heartbreak. Thank you, thank you....