Oh, Maygra, I can't believe it took me this long to read this. I think I just spontaneously combusted; it was perfect and so true and dark and lovely, and I don't even have words.
Only this is why he never knew, never saw even a hint of it, in all the months they've been on the road and suddenly Dean knows there's probably only one other person, maybe, who's ever seen this part of Sam, or who Sam trusted enough to let see it, and she's dead. --Yes, this is it, this is it. So perfect for Dean to realise that, so perfect for Sam to let Dean see enough to see that, to see him. The way the 'fic progresses, with this atmosphere of just humidity, like the air's filled with so many things, weighted down and hard to breathe in, but just perfect. Oh, good God, you've killed me.
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Date: 2006-09-16 11:28 pm (UTC)Only this is why he never knew, never saw even a hint of it, in all the months they've been on the road and suddenly Dean knows there's probably only one other person, maybe, who's ever seen this part of Sam, or who Sam trusted enough to let see it, and she's dead. --Yes, this is it, this is it. So perfect for Dean to realise that, so perfect for Sam to let Dean see enough to see that, to see him. The way the 'fic progresses, with this atmosphere of just humidity, like the air's filled with so many things, weighted down and hard to breathe in, but just perfect. Oh, good God, you've killed me.