Reviewer: Shannondoah (Signed) · Date: 08/08/09 03:32 PM · On: Gaze

All's well that end well---at least temporarily.

The ikiryoh speaking from Claire was creepy but more horrifying was that Dean could see her as a prisoner in her own body.

Reviewer: Shannondoah (Signed) · Date: 08/08/09 12:45 PM · On: Glimpse

Oh my stars!  They're in a load of trouble now!!! 

Finally we find out the real meaning of the words that keep repeating from the ikiryoh.  That was both eerie and shocking when it was revealed.

One thing I love about your stories is that there's always music.  Sometimes I listen to the songs you mention as I read.  The music and your words transport me into the story.  I'm inside it, a part of it, not a reader but a participant.

Reviewer: Shannondoah (Signed) · Date: 16/06/09 01:36 PM · On: Appear

"...light allowed for the possibility of success where darkness siphoned hope."  that is a very profound observation.  I had to stop to ponder it.

There's so much about this chapter that's amazing!  Yeats having a daughter, the ikiryoh in the bar then possessing Sam, Sam and Dean's interlude while they're patching Dean up.  And as always I love Abe.  If I can't have Bobby come to the rescue then Abe's just as good.

And what's the deal with Maggie and Bobby?  I hope that's explained later on.

Reviewer: ashon13 (Signed) · Date: 01/02/09 11:34 PM · On: Glimpse

Oh, wow...ewwwwwww..;P

Reviewer: pendays (Signed) · Date: 07/01/09 07:21 PM · On: Gaze

your stories are great i hope there will be a new one soon!

Author's Response:

Thank you so much -- I'm thrilled you've enjoyed them.

I actually do have a few more stories out there since this one completed. I have just stopped posting on this site for personal reasons.

I post on ff.net and on my LiveJournal.

I would love to have your thoughts elsewhere, but completely understand if you perfer to read stories here.

In any case, thank you for your review.

Best,

Gaelic

Reviewer: sam (Signed) · Date: 01/07/08 03:15 AM · On: Glimpse

Its okay. Oooooohhhhhh, I hate you. You came up with a very good analegy (I think that's how you spell it) The situation with the OCEAN and SAM. Damn you are smarter then me. I miss LOBO though.

Author's Response:

I'm glad you liked the analogy. :) And Lobo comes back, no worries. The dog should ALWAYS live. :)

GS

Reviewer: sam (Signed) · Date: 30/06/08 10:09 PM · On: Appear

? If the scrioture that they stated was to help cleanse the place and eraticly move the demon back to HELL. Why does it have my SAM!!!!!!!!! I am so begining not to trst ABE . . .  please have DEAN kick his ass for hurting SAM!

Author's Response:

Well, I know you've read further, so you know that Abe is a good guy... and it has Sam because it feeds on anger, guilt, bad feelings. At this point in the season Sam was being eaten up by his dark feelings, forgetting that there is so much light inside of him...

Reviewer: sam (Signed) · Date: 30/06/08 06:03 AM · On: See

This is STUPENDUSLY GREAT !!!!!!!! I like it. It is more than a 10++++ Don't know how many plus I could give for this story. Which the rate could get higher for all you writers no I'm so sorry LITERATURE COMPOSERS like Poe or Shakespeare.

Author's Response:

Awww... you're a sweetie. Thanks so much. I love that you love it. Not close to Poe or Shakespeare... but I appreciate you reading.

GS

Reviewer: sojourner84 (Signed) · Date: 22/06/08 05:28 PM · On: Gaze

Chapter 8

The moments that took hold of my heart:

***Dean swallowed, forcing himself to stare at his dad, forcing himself to see what only John could show him. He watched as his dad's face softened, his eyes seeming to appear larger in his face. For a moment, he caught a glimpse of youth, of freedom, of salvation. In that glance, a surge of strength shot through Dean, tripping on pain in its path and leaving a heat-trail of love in its wake. ( The whole scene with him dreaming about John. Very powerful…at least to me. Could see it in my head, gave me the same feeling initially as in Braveheart when William Wallace turned his head to his dead father in his dreams…then the conversation…guh).

***"You sure?" Sam's voice trembled, and Dean saw the years fall away as his brother stared at him, saw the boy peering out of the eyes in the man before him. Saw the innocence that Sam lost along the way, the gift that his brother truly was. (You like tearing my heart out with your words, don’t ya? *laugh*)

***"Until the day comes when you are unable to stand," Abe predicted, the image of Dean facing off the ikiryoh as his battered body trembled with defiance burned into the backs of his eyes, "against the darkness that threatens your purpose, you will continue to fight."

***The morning was wet. Sunlight clung in wet droplets from the trees around the hospital, from the rear-view mirror of the truck, running along the curbs and edges of the road. Sam felt as if the world had been crying since they arrived in Plummer, Minnesota. Rain had constantly saturated the hunt, leaving impressions of the experience like footprints in the mud of his weary mind.

***"How is it possible to want vengeance and feel pity at the same time?" Maggie asked. (Good question…hard question).

***The crazy burst of electricity dancing a beat through the air as Angus worked the strings of a guitar pulled Dean's eyes toward the car and Sam standing, clad only in jeans, spraying off the dust and mud with his thumb pressed over the end of the hose. (Thanks for that picture *smile*)

***Dean smiled, years of war and struggle falling away with the worn, barroom voice sliding through the air and making Sam pause with a soap-filled sponge in his hand to turn and meet Dean's eyes. (Just loving on your descriptions at the end here)

There is always such a depth to your stories that amazes me. I know a lot of it is born of experience and from your heart and your own struggles. Making these characters breathe, really breathe, from your words is truly a gift. I just want you to know that your work definitely touches the heart and not only simply moves me, but moves me to become a better writer myself.

Blessings friend.

-SJ

Author's Response:

Oooo!! William Wallace! I hadn't even thought of that. Nice. :)

I adore how you put your favorite parts and how they've affected you. Like Maggie's question. I've thought that so many times... even in a shared experience you and I have had of late.

Thank you for your compliments. I appreciate you saying that there is depth. Sometimes I think writing is the only place I have meaning. As silly as that sounds. :)

Thanks again for sticking with me.

GS

Reviewer: sojourner84 (Signed) · Date: 09/06/08 08:02 PM · On: Glimpse

And now the nominees for favorite moments of chapter six:

***“…I tried to stop him, but… hell, Doc, you remember these boys. They are each other's heartbeat. Nothing I said mattered until he literally couldn't stand anymore." (Aww)

***He had been too young to be embarrassed, too tired to be shy, and too grateful to be disgruntled when Dean had stood, fully clothed, behind him, keeping him from collapsing to the small stall floor, letting the lukewarm water cool his fevered skin. All he remembered for much of those two weeks was the absolute absence of strength and the constant presence of Dean. He hadn't wanted his dad; he'd wanted Dean. (Loved this too).

***But, God, he was burning. A cold fire ate him and he couldn't breathe and he couldn't move and he couldn't find solace. The sick sensation of flames rocketed through his body, pushing behind his eyes, searing his throat. His belly rolled with volcanic heat and he felt his blood seep between the cracks in the scabbed, burned skin. (Awesome description).

***"He… he used to sing," Dean melted further into the bed. "Sing to Sam when he was sick… when he couldn't… couldn't sleep." (I liked this picture. Thank you.)

***"Ignoring evil only feeds its reality," Abe whispered. "The devil hides in plain sight, convincing us with apathy that his threat is unreal." (Nice! And agreed.)

And that ending…guh! That was nine kinds of gross and I LOVED it! *laugh* Bravo deary. This was awesome. All the references to their past, including Bobby and Maggie was so cool. I love digging into the past of these characters. I love also how an eagle and a wolf were on the charms…I feel like I might have said this before, but with Shadows of the Winchesters, we went with Eagle and Hawk for our own reasons, but I’d looked at the Wolf for Dean. Love the thought you put into this! This is one serious baddie and I love the way you wrote Sam. I know you missed Dean, but those of us who love us some Sam too, really appreciate this.  Two more chapters to go! But I must regrettably pace myself. Can’t wait for my break tomorrow night!-SJ

Author's Response:

Y'know, now that you say that I think I do remember you talking about the Eagle and the Hawk awhile back. When you were telling me about who Rhodes was, right?

Hee -- loved the "nine kinds of gross" comment. *laugh* I'm having such fun watching your reactions! I'm really glad you liked how Sam appeared here. Though Dean is my hero, without Sam, he's only a shadow of his true self.

I really appreciate you taking time to read and offer me such great feedback!

Slainte,

Gaelic

Reviewer: sojourner84 (Signed) · Date: 03/06/08 06:01 PM · On: Stare

The fave’s:

***He watched as Sam focused on his own fingers, concentrating on tightening them on Dean's shirt. "Dean, don't you let it take me." (Guh)

***"AH! God, Dean, stop! STOP!" Sam screamed, his body vibrating as the skin along his neck and jaw rolled and curled as if small hands stroked it from the inside. (*shiver*)

***It was the sound Abe had heard once before. It was a scared parent, suddenly realizing their child was not where they were supposed to be. It was a father processing the fact that he'd arrived two hours too late. It was a guardian hearing his charge had been threatened. (I love Bobby.)

***Dean closed his eyes, lowering his forehead to Sam's. He felt his brother's breath against his face, felt the tremble beneath his fingers as Sam fought for release. (That picture really stood out vividly to me).

***"…couldn't shoot him, shot you but couldn't shoot him, you were always there and he wasn't and I couldn't shoot him but I shot you…"(GUH! Sam!)

***Regret was a different kind of pain. It was loneliness wrapped in the dark paper of loss and guilt. It burned with a secret fire that you can never extinguish, even with the forgiveness of others. It was the impossible forgiveness of self that would combat this pain, and Dean had no idea how to offer Sam something he didn't know how to acquire for himself. (You philosopher you. This was a very beautiful description).

***He's gonna die because of you.

No. No, he'll live. You can't take him from me. He asked me to fight. He ordered me to fight. (Oh the truth hurts…does this make you a prophetess too?)

***Dean shivered, opening Sam's hand and rolling the charm into his brother's fingers. He closed Sam's hand around the small piece of metal, then curled his fist around Sam's.Okay… now…In that moment, Dean surrendered, allowing the greedy fingers of dark that had been tapping the edge of his consciousness for hours to gather him inside their grip. He slumped forward, his forehead against Sam's shoulder, his body against the wall. (Just another part that grabbed me with how it played out in my head. Poor boys…)This is a very good story, GS. You should be proud of it. I love just the raw emotion that flows from it, and the love you feel that these two have for one another. Beautiful. Can’t wait to read more. :)

-SJ

 

Author's Response:

*sniff*

Thanks. The regret line is something I've felt keenly at different points in my life. Even if it's not personally, it's something I've observed in others. If that makes sense.

As far as "he's gonna die because of you..." I don't know. Sometimes things feel right, despite how I don't want it to be. Right I mean. You know what I mean.

I'm glad you think I should be proud. I really enjoyed writing it and I'm so pleased you're enjoying it. I hope that you enjoy the next parts and especially how it wraps up.

I'm so excited to have your reviews!!!

GS

Reviewer: sojourner84 (Signed) · Date: 01/06/08 06:55 PM · On: Look

Geez it's taken me a long time to get back to this. My apologies, because it is such a very well written piece and I wish I could have told you my thoughts sooner. I'm gonna try to work through a chapter a night when I have down time. I pulled passeges that really spoke to me:

***"Huh," Sam shifted, adjusting his grip on Dean as he felt his brother's shivering increase.

"The dog is loyal to a fault. It will return to a master time and again, regardless of treatment."

Sam swallowed, feeling Dean's cold face against his neck.

"As he has both hearts beating inside of him, the Lobo searches for peace. But I don't know that he will ever find it."

***"I'm sorry I made you promise me," Sam whispered. Lobo padded closer, pacing anxiously back and forth by the fire, eyeing the flames. I've tried so hard to keep you safe… "I should never have asked that of you."

 

***He stopped cold when he saw the brothers. Another step and he felt he would be intruding on a moment of peace rarely seen in the lives of these two warriors. Dean lay against his brother, his head resting on Sam's collarbone, his eyes closed, mouth tight even in unconsciousness. Sam's eyes were on the fire, his cheek against the top of Dean's head, his arms wrapped in a protective, almost possessive, embrace. His body language told Abe all he needed to know: Sam may be Dean's purpose in life, but Dean was Sam's anchor. His connection to reality.

 

***Arms of safety turned into greedy fingers digging into him. He could see them, like bony black snakes crawling along his chest, across his ribs, digging into his navel and scorching him from the inside

 

***"Tell me more about that… Ikea thing."

Sam frowned. "Ikea—oh, you mean the ikiryoh?"

 ***He's scared. Being in pain meant being out of control. Being out of control was next to hell for Dean.

Excellent work! I'm so excited to see how this all comes together. Poor Sam and his inner turmoil, poor Dean and his, and not to mention the physical trauma. I found myself holding my stomach when they had to cauterize Dean's wound.

Take care!

-SJ

Author's Response:

You're here!! You're reading!! *gaelic does happy dance*

I'm dancing not ONLY because I can now finally talk to you about the story, but also because your life has finally eased up enough that you can read. YOU CAN READ!!! :)

Thank you for pulling out the parts that resonate for you. I put pieces of me into this story, and I love that you are pulling them out and smiling on them.

The cauterization scene was teeth clenching as I wrote it. I'm glad you could "feel" it. :)

Sorry it took me so long to reply -- but THANK YOU for your gift of a review.

Gaelic