Oh, another story! My god, you have been a busy bee, hunny! And the promise of hurt and angst? So my thing!
Alone! OMG starts out really angsty already!
druids' ramblings about seals and locks and gates and shadows was a better place to be lost than the emptiness lurking in his brother's eyes these days. Love druids! But OMG the angst!
thump-scritch-thudded against the door "Dammit, Dean." ugh. Here comes the promised hurt I think. And I love your ability to create sounds in writing. Onomatopoeia. TERRIFIC! And, yeah, Sam is right. Dammit Dean, why does he always have to save others at his own expense...? Love my hero... LOVE HIM.
resting his forehead against the wood, I imagine Dean leaning against it in the same way only very, VERY hurt! Like that!
They looked like long-dried blood against the carpet. Ooooh forebodings and foreshadowing! Bring on the hurt and open the door already, Sam! Ya idjit! Don't let him stand outthere too long.
He chewed at his lip as he realised he couldn't remember when he'd started sleeping with a gun under his pillow. Aw, poor Sammy. He is becoming a real hunter after all. Paranoid and prepared. The hunter life changes even the gentlest and most reluctant person irrecoverably!
Dean hadn't banged a door shut since he came back. He has done a lot of things lately he never used to do before Hell. And stopped doing others. Well, I guess it is due to his stay in hell and thus legitimate. No one can live through 40 years of torture without scars (if not to the body then at least deeply carved into his soul, ugh, making myself weep here!). And let's be honest, hero Dean would have felt the torture he executed with each blow in his own soul. I mean he would strike and feel it himself, only like a hundred times worse. Hurting people instead of saving them? That is certainly the worst thing for Dean. And enough to drive him insane. Aw, my poor sweet boy...
He didn't hear what he should have heard, but then, there'd been so much pain in his brother's voice for so long now. Instead, he heard ‘I got off that rack. God help me I got right off it and I started rippin' them apart. I lost count of how many souls.' aw, how those words hurt me. I so understand Sam. Since watching Dean confess I always hear him in my head/heart sayin' these awful, torturous words. Man, it took weeks for me to recover, and a few oneshots to process the impact. Still makes me cry. *wipes at treacherous eyes*
"'S nuthin'." All the obvious wounds he still comes back wit that... heehee. Dean I love you for being such an idiot! And: The face! Watch the face! And ribs, ouch! Ooooh, love me a concussed Dean, but aw, he is in a bad shape! What've you done to him Cal?!
catching the flinch in his palm awesome imagery. Love this idea. A visual reaction felt! Great!
half a stool! Hilarious if painful, but ooohhaaahahaa. His face broke it first. So like Dean would put it!
Big... y'know. Assets. He is quite a male slut, isn't he? Love him for it. I tend to be very smutty, as you bloody well know! We are all sexists if we only were honest enough to admit it... I, for one, can relate... *is thinking of Dean's assets*
slurred protest. mmmmh, love me some slurred Dean protest *drooling again*
Michael???????????? Like Michael in Something Wicked? Aw... maybe that's why he felt so close to him...
"I wish I couldn't feel a damned thing." It was so quiet, he thought it was in his head then he felt all the blood drain to his feet as he watched his brother's lips shape the whisper. He stood there, rooted to the spot, remembering the warmth of the sun on his back jar against the ice running through his veins as he listened to his brother claw back control. OMG, angsty as hell. Awesome writing, hun, awesome.
There weren't words. There was no making it better. Love all theses quotes from the show. They are my favourite moments in this season so far. And they bring all those sad, angsty and hurtful moments back to the surface. *heart shatters in a thousand pieces again*
as it gripped the gun there, and Sam wondered when the gun he remembered under Dean's pillow became a knife. Aw, all the memories, little things that shape the men they are now.
he saw the names listed there. Pages of them. ‘I lost count of how many souls.' *is sobbing madly* OMG Cal, this just broke my heart forever!Dean is trying to make up for the atrocities he was forced to commit in hell! Oh jeezus...my god my god my god.... I am crushed. Totally and utterly heartbroken for him. Oh the emotional hardship, the angst, the GUILT!
Awesome piece of work here Cal. And thanks again! You are an immensely talented girl! Hugs and snogs, Ilka
Well, like I said - you deserve it! And you know me, it's always a pleasure writing some angst. Though as I said below, this was a toughie. And of course, you picked up some of the fav lines! the gun under the pillow, wondering when the one from AVSC became a knife... The line from Wishful thinking - think that right there is my favourite line EVER. So sad *sobs quietly* And the book. The evil little plot bunny that wouldn't let me be... so it's all yours! heehee
Happy birthday hun!