Hey ya Cal!

Finally found enough time to finish this wonderfully long, sad, chapter. Poor Dean, but you know that's exactly how I like him.... physically and mentally hurt! BRAVO. Ain't no one who does it like you!!!

Can't wait for the update. You said there'd be more angst and agony? AND a cliffie.... gotta love those...

Though after the freakin final epi, I'm not so sure about that any more.

Gotta catch a bus and then see you tomorrow. Will give you a full analysis of my fav parts eye to eye! Geez, I'm all of a dither (quoting Harry Potter now, are we? gotta cut down on my weirdness pills.)!

Hugs ya,

Ilka

Louy. I'm so glad you finally posted the sequel. You know I was desperate to find out about Sam's and Bobby's secret plan to save Dean from the pit. And I hoped you'd bring Burgess's grandson on again. YOU DID! Mind-reader that you are.

So I really enjoyed the first chapter. And what a lovely idea to put a banner on each chapter. Cool thinking. Kind of sets the mood for the chapter nicely.

So now, my omnipresent quotes:

....Singer psychology 101....        Hilarious. Have a bit of Bobby in my new chapter 13 too. Psychology however. That's hilarious....

....Raw muscles rippled under hot skin, bunching and expanding with every effort, and with a lifetime of honing his fitness and stamina this body wasn’t about to give up any time soon....         Drooling. Thanks for that sexy image bobbing up and down in my mind, bullet. Awesome.

....too much they were hiding from Dean...       Yeah. Shouldn't do that. Sam tends to do it a lot. Even on the show. Makes me feel uneasy. Such secrets are bound to come back and slash out at ya when you least expect it. Know what I mean?

....When he didn’t feel the all encompassing need to memorise every line on his brother’s face, every gesture, every emotion however fleeting, because he was living under the very real threat of never seeing those things again....        TEARS. Tears in the morning. On my day off. Is there a better (haha) way to start a day but with tears spilt on the boys behalf. I don't think so.

....“I trust you.”....         Oh, if that wasn't a moment of openness. A real moment. He shared an innermost feeling here. Quick, go check if demons are building a snowman in hell, 'cos I think, hell just froze over. No. Seriously Lou. How wonderful that Dean found a way to tell Bobby how much he means to him. And then the softest voice.... owh. I can really watch that scene in my head.

....a cold wind blowing behind his eyes...          what an image. Cool writing, Lou. Gotta make a mental note never to forget that simile. Awesome.

....The crack in the younger man’s voice...            Oh, poor Dean. He's definitely loosing it, ain't he? So close to tears, him and me in that particular moment. Told myself to suck it up, for cryin' out loud! After all it's JUST a story. No, didn't work but thanks for asking. Hang on. Gotta go check if there are any tissues left.

....added ingredients, rancid oil, beeswax and salt....             What an interesting idea. Salt in the paint. Yeah. Likin' it. Should send that to Kripke, Lou. He'll like it, too.

The dreams.....             Powerful images, very emotional and deeply complex. Poetic to some extent. Very impressed.       *kneels down and kisses ground you walk on*

That's it. Great update again, Louy. Biding my time till next week...

Hugs & Snogs

Ilka/RC

PS Hope I'm still first reviewer but don't think so. Took too damned long to type.

PPS Had to re-edit my first review. Too many mistakes. So might not be first anymore. But I used to be!!!

As I just said on the IM, You evil, evil woman! Lou, honestly. You just can't leave your readers high and dry like that! (guess its the right expression... hm.)

on with the quotes. There so many today...

...cheesy view of what heaven was meant to be…just as he was getting ready to head in the opposite direction... Oh, I so feel for Dean here. And I really like the contrast of a beautiful morning doomed to end in an evening in hell-fire. Orange first and in the end. Always have colours in my head for places. (I know I'm insane, but at least I'm not evil!) Like England is yellow, Italy is terra cotta red...get the gist?

...his little shadow... owh, Sammy and Dean. My heart bled for the kids they used to be and the men they have grown into.

...Like everything in his life, even taking off a ring was a battle of wills... It truly never is the easy way for a Winchester. Agree a hundred percent. They have to have a little R&R in awhile. Maybe that's a note for a future challenge or story (*snatches up paper to quickly write down 'Vacation with Winchesters'*).

.....finally the amulet from around his neck. In fact, anything that made him feel like him was hidden away inside that little box of living lies and false identities, and the irony wasn’t lost on him.... Yeah. Who is the man we all know and adore as Dean Winchester really? According to some hints I think he might be a vessel for the Endless or one of those creatures. But again, he is as unfathomable as those beings when he is just plain and “simple” Dean! That man is so complex... And the necklace. Well, if I were him, I'd keep it on... I know some bits about that little mystic thingy... *winks*

....pulled his brother away from the normal untainted man he had every right to be... All this self-loathing! Come on Dean! You saved him a million times over! Don't you dare blame yourself! Or... I'll.... I'll come and hit you!

.... Toad.... palm rubbed the top of his thigh, lasciviously. ..... I knew there was something fishy about this guy. Demon, ha! Fits! Nasty turn of events for the girl though. Sorry for her.

...on a tightrope over a void, and it was terrifying... Uuuh. You just captured my worst fear! I am totally scared of heights – even more than of flying. Thus, this scene from David's dream is even worse!!! Love those dreams btw. Very poetical and multi-layered. Could write whole essays about them...

....like malachite or very dark jade.... yummy. Thanks for that. Just love his eyes.... incidentally, how many words for green are there in English? Might make a drabble out of that one...

...I don’t want you to remember me like this, Sammy, please... Awe, sniffle, stifling a sob. Big bro till the last second. Though I think he might also have wanted to keep Sam from seeing the terror in his heroic brother's pools of emerald green...

....Bobby .... need to look out for him, Sammy.... Atta boy! Love him, bless him. Selfless and caring. I wish I had a bro like him... or a boy-friend (Sorry Bunny, if you ever read this!).

.....it really was Sam, sitting on that stone..... You made me jump at that. Like a very unexpected revelation in a movie. I literally JUMPED. Never had that before. And how cruel is that! To have Dean confronted with his brother's face... Gawd, what a terrific idea...

....naked feet .... did that for Bev, didn't ya? Always looking out for your friends. Awe, come let's give you a hug!

....Bobby? Why hasn’t he come out yet...? WHY HASN’T HE COME OUT YET, BOBBY?”.... I pictured this scene, this falling apart similar to the final episode. I could hear his voice. Silent the rising, thunderous and pleading at the same time. You ripped out my heart at that moment. EVIL! You know I'm so not a Sam-girl, but those two things, Sam's tears in the epi and your last few words, might have turned me around. Oh, it's torture...

Well, Louy. I think this review is easily the longest I have written so far. A clear sign of how deeply touched and impressed I am by your work.

Please, do us all two favours:

One- update soon!

Two- never even consider to stop writing!

Loves ya, Ilka

 Lou, this chapter calls for another mad quoting session. So here goes:

...This was the Twilight Zone on acid... Damn right. Incidentally, isn't the whole show like some drug-enhanced version of Twilight Zone, gorier, eerier, fiercer and SEXIER though!! Owh, and I like how David quickly accepts the situation and detects the need to help Dean.

...“No hospital”... So like Dean. Even reduced to reflexive replies he still detests hospital. Some traits are just too deeply engraved into a person's soul.

...scraping the blackened skin off his forearms and elbows... Ouch. Must be either the adrenaline keeping Dean from responding to his various injuries or his experience in hell overshadows every “normal” pain or he is just reverting to reflexively pushing back the pain. But I think if someone survived hell's torture, a mere burn wound won't matter any more. And even small blisters hurt like hell (literally!!), don't they?

...unable to get his balance... Awh, Dean. Trying so hard but failing so bad. Come here, boy, and lemme give ya a hand! It's no wonder though: been to hell and back, Sam isn't with him, unable to remember much... how is a person supposed to find their balance (both mentally and physically) like that? He hasn't even found himself!

...“Don’t…need…hp”... Like the denial concerning the hospital this is just such a deep character trait that Dean subconsciously reverts to it. Sweet Dean, still fighting to hold up his game face...

...Where’s Sammy?... Typical. What's the first thing he remembers? Being responsible for Sammy. Even before he recalls his OWN NAME. Oh, come on Dean. Why is it always Sam first?! Take care of yourself! Uh, well. Anyway, we all love him for the big bro he is and his self-sacrificing attitude...

...one arm wrapped around his waist and the other holding an arm over his shoulder ... Instantly reminded me of Born Under a Bad Sign. When Jo helps him walk back to the bar. He stumbles and she holds him upright. Gawd, I love that scene. Where's my drool bucket??

...Every drop of rain was a metallic teardrop caught in the beam from the streetlamp, even the puddles in the dips in the asphalt were rippling coils of silver on black... And there we go again. Out of the blue you come up with something as poetic, brilliant and beautiful like this! Lou, how do you do it? I am deeply impressed. Reread the description several times to relish its beauty... It reminds me of a picture in a graphic novel, very clear, black, white and silver and it actually feels like being drawn with black ink. AWESOME.

...overcooked meat... That para is just so gory (which I like!). God, poor Dean. Once he realises his injuries he'll be screaming- or maybe not being the world's greatest fighter against pain...

...You are turning out to be one huge pain in my ass, you know that? ... Yeah, Dean just has that effect on those who care about him and wanna help him, doesn't he? Still doesn't keep me from wanting to nurse him back to health. And I so like a pissy Dean. Which is what he always turns into when he is hurting and someone (usually Sam) mother-hens him.

...I was meant to find you... Yeah and I like to know more about the mysterious connection between the Winchesters and David, Milligan and Lomax and Dream. What the hell is going on? Don't you think I lost track of that! I really love a good mystery to solve and this here has me flabbergasted. Mostly I can tell who the killer is right from the beginning or how it's gonna end. But this story just won't let me find a clear grip. AWESOME.

....Deal ... felt Dean stiffen and catch a breath... No wonder he sucked in his breath. But David wouldn't know. And Dean seems to remember on a very subconscious level. Maybe his experience in hell just stands out against everything else. Maybe he will remember all of it sooner or later. Rather sooner than later that is...

...eternal question for a hunter like Milligan: how many sacrifices make the kill worthwhile?... The eternal question for every hunter! Don't Dean an d Sam discuss similar misgivings all the time? Ah, being a hunter is never easy. Still wish they'd exist cos real life sucks sometimes and going off on a hunt would help a great deal to vent some of the anger and rage...

...weaponry all laid out in a perfect display... They are all a bit anal about their weapons aren't they? OK there's a reason why I wouldn't make a good hunter then. I am so MESSY. My guns would jam every second try! Even sloppy Dean keeps em well oiled and all. I just wouldn't do it!

...raw muscle bulged under semi-translucent skin... Hm. Pallor and muscles bulging, yummy...

Phew. Had a lot to say and could've done more. But I guess this shows you how very intrigued and impressed I am, how much your story resonates with me. And I am proud to know you and dare to call you my friend. Lou, you ROCK! And update soon, cos the collapsing house left me sitting on the edge of my chair. And that will be very uncomfortable for more than a few days!!

Hugs, Ilka

Louy. Oh. I wish I  had the time to leave a "normal" review. This was an awesome read. But as you know I am currently doing preps for my stay in GB. So I will only leave a few notes and comments.

Kent... Oh I love you for this. Kent is my favourite county. Glad Tony is from Kent. Made him even more inticing.

The triplets freaked me out! Girl, I gotta tell ya, I was eating some spring rolls (my favourite Chinese meal) when I got to those decaying, rotten, stinking demons. They kinda remind me of Norns (goddesses of fortune and fate), but in a crooked, twisted, evil way. Fascinating. Wanna hear more about them. Even if they made me stop practicing for the eating challenge at our next stay in the Hilton! Lol.

Cheers and I promise to leave a decent long review once I am back from Herne Bay and reading your next chapter.

Hugs ya, Ilka

Hello Dru.

I must say, welcome to the writing side... (not sure if it is the Dark Side, I enjoy it it whole-heartedly!) And a feature on your first attempt. How friggin' cool is that? I'm glad that Schelz and Bev finally got you to post! What a wonderful, skilled and brilliant story. So sad (like that!).

If I review, I usually quote the best bits, helps me organise my thoughts. However, this story should have been quoted in full. So I had to pick and still ended up with so many sentences. Hope I won't bore you with my thoughts, feelings and remarks.

So here goes:

...All I can think about is my purpose. Sam... Oh, that's so Dean. Keeping his mind on Sam to focus, to live through the worst.

...I'm left weightless and powerless. Again... Like in AHBL2 (my favourite 10 minutes of the show). Argh, I'd love to hug him. This is breaking my heart.

...The black clouds sitting in the sky are my only company... A foreshadowing on his future as a demon, being a black cloud of pure evil, even if those clouds are rain clouds. That's writing at it's best.

...I'm suffocating on life and exhaling death... Goosebumps. Awed. How did you come up with that? That's so good.

...that those words he whispered in my ears would burn with him... Yeah, I can clearly imagine him thinking this. He would never admit it, but yeah. He was so freaked out by John' request...

...The fire has a face, and it smiles at me, as it eats away at me hungrily.... SCARY! Great idea. Whoa... literally jumped at that picture forming in my head...

...Damned to hell?...No, already there! ... Yep. Agreeing. Waiting is hell and for Mr. Impatience himself, let's make it double. And the thought of him having to leave Sam behind unprotected clearly is worse than any torture created in hell.

...How do I tell him I'm drenched in fear?!... uahauaauah. SOBBING. Poor Dean. (Did you know I am obsessed with him? Guess you might have picked it up by now, just want to let you know for sure....)

...I'm strong...but just enough to take what's thrown at Sam and not enough for myself.... Isn't that just the usual? Strong enough to take on hell's bitches by the hundreds to protect Sam, but for himself... Owh. Why is it he values himself so little? Or does he lack the strength after protecting Sammy, having depleted his energies?

...after my death he would never give anyone the chance to.... Yeah. Dean's death is bound to have a major impact on Sam. Wonder what will happen to sweet, soft, soulful Sam.

...I cry involuntarily, weakness overpowering me.... Tears rolling down my cheeks now. Great. You did it. Bet you are pleased with yourself. You should be. Only the best have made me cry (calUK, Gaelic, Bev and Louy) so count yourself among the leading authors. At least from my POV.

...I gotta protect him, even if it's from me.... How sad is that thought? Poor Dean, keeping his distance from Sam to protect but cutting himself off from the only person who supports and loves him unconditionally...

Well, Dru I gotta say WELL DONE! And thanks for sharing. Feature is more than well deserved.

Hugs,

Ilka/RoweenaC

aaawww. Cal.

Finally you posted it. I still love it. I can really imagine this small scene happening in season three and all the emotions it unleashes when Sam thinks back to his childhood and ahead to the deal coming due.

Heartbreaking....

Hugs... Ilka

Well, well, well. Jane!

First one! GREAT. I am glad you found the courage 'cos this story is so worth being posted. And I say if those next chapters are ready put em out and keep em coming!!! This story has got it all: humour, emo, brotherly banter, self-loathing Dean, protective Dean, grumpy Sam....

Now over to my quoting obsession:

...Hell, I’ll even try to get Sammy’s spit stains off the window... Dean and his baby. Love it when he gets overprotective on her behalf.

Banter: I could really picture those two brothers having this banter. Heard their voices and saw their faces. LOVED it.

...‘Barbie Suite’... HILARIOUS!!! Dean in Barbie's suite. Like GI Joe wearing a wedding dress. Just the picture of him lying in the lacy bed, hahahahaha.

...Barbie’s big in all the Right Parts.... Oh, well. At least he seems to have taken the time looking at Barbie thoroughly enough to register that! Maybe he even played with her? NOPE, scratch that, my whole supernatural world is shaking and tipping on its axis, NO FRIGGIN WAY!!

...A shudder ran through him as he sucked in deep breaths, trying to stem the tide of emotion that threatened to engulf him.... aaww. Dean. Trying to stifle his grief. Must be real difficult in those girlie surroundings not to succumb to a chick flick moment.

...Red-rimmed eyes, stared back at him from sunken sockets and dark smudges betrayed his need for sleep..... Nice. You know, Jane. I like me a weary and hurt/angsty Dean. And that description fully answers to my needs.

...“Lemme take a look at your arm, Sam, how hard did you fall?”.... Big bro' mode in full operation! Even when he is weary he pulls up enough strength to look after Sammy.

...I’m thinking of re-enacting that old Levis’ advert in the laundry room.... OH. YES PLEASE. Hm, yummy. Hang on, right back. Gotta get my drooling bucket... Got it. OK, let's have a look at that scene. NO???, sniffle.

...his rock, his anchor, his protector.... SOBS. Damn, just after that promise of some real nice drooling session. Great. Well. The bucket will help to soak up my tears...

....all his usual defences disappeared... Never a good thing. Feeling of forebodings creeping up my spine. QUICK. Where is the next chapter??

God. A range of emotions coursing through me. Can't wait to read the next chappie. Bring it on, Jane!

Cheers, Ilka/RoweenaC

Hey, Jane.

God bless you for the update. I was really looking forward to it. And what a great turn of events....

....the pink and white, lace clad doll that sat impassively on the toilet cistern, her legs impaled into the spare toilet roll, hidden by her layered dress...Strawberry Shortcake Suite.... HAHA. Love the weirdness of that room. And dolls like that are just creepy aren't they? Only old ladies like em. And the name of that room, *fits of hysterical laughter*

....I’m dyin’ here... No one should ever say something imprudent as that, especially if their name is Winchester. God, it's like he is asking for it... Feel forebodings rising...

...#29... Does the story by any chance at all take place in November? I know it's a wild guess. But I've started to really like that number recently. Might still be a coincidence tho... never mind.

...he slowly drifted further from the shores of consciousness......he struggled to escape the dreamland that now held him prisoner.... beautifully written, Jane. And can feel his struggle as if it was my own. Reaching out only never extending far enough... You know what I mean, don't you?(See? I could never do that, helpless. Your description is so much more elaborate!)

....deadly poison .... Awesome. Hurt and dying Dean, poisoned. Haven't had that method in a long time. Actually, don't know if I've read it at all so far... oh, wait. The wendigo in gaelics Ramble On poisoned Dean severely. But I don't think that really counts as it was merely a side effect of the fighting.

....His fathers’ icy glance silenced him ... Awh. Dean, this is so like him to remember a situation when his dad was disappointed by him. And that icy stare. Makes me wanna reach out and hug him... sniffles (only hay-fever!!! honestly, this time of year...)

...the guilt and jealousy, mixed with a wild hope that his dad was still alive... OK. SOBS. No, not pretending anything anymore.

....silently feeling his heart freeze inside his chest ....Mommy... the last word he spoke for six months .... Jane, why are you doin this to me? I can barely write /review like that. Tears rolling down my cheeks freely now! You should've written something at the gathering. Lou would have really cried and I 'd have joined in happily. So touching and such a soft, sweet boy he was and still is, behind all the quips and bad ass attitude. And we all know it and it's the reason why love him....

Thanks big time Jane. Such a lovely and pleasantly sad chapter. Avidly waiting for the next chapter,

Ilka

Wuuuaaah. Last one, sniffles. You take care to write something else, Jane! Or I'll pester you via email until you yield!!! And thanks for putting me on your fav list, so flattered. Gotta say, what a roller coaster ride, again.... have pulled some stuff together in my quotes, otherwise it'd have been longer than that long (more than 6000!?) chapter itself. Took me 13 chapters to break that sonic barrier!

....the tones of his brother close by, safe, grounding him.....Sammy!....No don’t... Please.’ He silently begged.  ‘Please don’t go, don’t leave me.....            Love how he tries to hold on to him... how he can only hear Sam's voice clearly... underlines how Sam is his lifeline, well done!

....a heavy smoker....           Got a bad conscience there. Guess I have to cut down or stop... hm.

....He howled silently.....calling out for his brother, over and over until the darkness reached out to claim him once more....            Nice contrast between howling and silently. And oh, how sad and soul-wrenching is this idea of Dean calling out without being heard. Kinda reminds me of NRFTW...

...10:41AM....          You really caught my attention here. Actually went and searched the scene to make sure it was the same (!) time... Awesome idea!!

...racoons....stuffed racoon ....     Not saying anything but : LOL!!!

...the scream of pure agony that poured from him...        Felt sick to my stomach here. I hate to have shoulders relocated. My left one got dislocated once and it hurt like hell. Maybe that's why I love (in a sick way) if Dean has his done. DROOL BUCKET.

... Sammy Sammy’s long gone I miss him so bad, it hurts.”  Me too, kiddo… Me too.”.... Dad Dad’s gone Oh, god, I miss him so bad, it hurts Yeah, me too, Dean.  Me too.”...          JESUS, Jane! How brilliant and poetic... Outta words. Love the parallel approach. Actually went back and copied more than I started. This is the best part in the whole story!!!! How terrifying and heartbreaking, disturbing and depressing. The people he loves most gone... SOBS. Got to stop for a minutes. This is writing at its best. Honey. You just broke my heart. If I weren't a Dean-girl already you surely would have me converted by that!!!!

....“Like I’ve been run over by a truck. Oh and Yeah!  I do know what that feels like”...      LOL. Like his humour so much. And it's a sign that he is better. Thank god.

...now it’s freakin’ plumbin’ too....             HAHA! Had me in hysterical fits here. After the tears from earlier, a very much needed insertion.

...chopstick...       Was already wondering where that thing had gone to....And then again in the end. You're awesome at humour, babe! Laughed out loud here!        ...chopstick spun crazy cartwheels...

......Irritability.....      That side effect is a new character trait to Dean, huh?! Hehe *winks*. And sure enough, Sam can't withstand the teasing opportunity, hehehehe:      ....“Irritability, speech/gait disturbances, higher intellectual malfunctions!  Dude, it sounds like you on a good day!”....

....necklace...       Never without the necklace. I could tell you why he needs it, but that'd spoil you for my multi-chapter, in case you haven't read it by now. Hehe. Walking and talking billboard, me!

....two dog-eared, slightly coffee-stained photographs.....last picture he’d ever taken of his father gave in to the emotions....          Bye-bye laughs, hello tears. Like it how he finally gives in. That boys surely needs some cleansing tears. He's been so in control since his dad's death. I am gonna keep him company and we'll share a tissue (eeeww, disgusting, even if it's Dean!).

...“I guess I got my chance to get my hands on your brothers ‘smalls’ after all.”...            And up it goes again, free-ride on the roller coaster. Jeez, I'm actually a little dizzy now...

...I’m not sure I could sleep with all this wildlife staring at me...        Neither could I. Not a real improvement to the nightmarish strawberry shortcake room, huh? And you put another raccoon reference in, hilarious. You should consider designing the motel rooms for the actual show. You've come up with some real nightmares.

....”Driver picks the music…Shotgun shuts his cakehole!” ...         YAY, way to go Sammy! You got back at him for all those times. However, I like Dean's music... And btw, I am trying to find a shop that makes a sticker to put inside my car proclaiming the Winchester family's most important rule. Would love to have that. Would shut my Sam (boyfriend) up for some time about the “damn classic Dean-Winchester-crap”... hehe.

....Oh, god!  I’m in hell.....      Nope not yet. Wait another one and a half seasons. You'll be in hell for the whole friggin summer leaving all those Hunter GaLs behind in nervous anticipation of your heroic resurrection... still biting my fingernails... hmpf.

So Jane. You happy being an author? I am happy you are one! Please, do me the favour of writing more of that twisted, humorous, drool-inducing, heart wrenching stuff! Remember I know your email address!!! Hugs ya, Ilka/RoweenaC.

Geez, Vanessa. I knew why I didn't dare read your poem sooner. It captures my own feelings so well. Resonates in my soul like Dean's desperate anguished scream. I knew you'd bring me to tears. Hate you, love you! Wanna have him back! Somebody, PLEASE, get him outta there!

Ilka/RoweenaC

Not so much to quote but an intriguing chapter, Cal-GaL. Great. Lovin it big time.

....the gentle, easy curl of his lips that no-one ever saw, the one that only Sam could bring out in him...

....Smoke on the Water .... catchy tune, hauntin me. Had to search my whole SN compilation. Couldn't remember which one it was. Shame on me. One of my own favs. Butt at the moment I am all caught up in LedZep (thanks to Louy), so it sorta slipped my mind... *blushing crimson*

....I'll be fine. Just me and Cujo, a beautiful starlit night; we might break out the candles, slow dance a little. Perfect.... HAHAHAHAHAHA. I'd love to see that. Guess we have to bring the trickster back for that. Reminds me of Tall Tales when the frat boy dances with the alien.

On with # 3... Cheers, Ilka

Hey there,

I am so glad you sent me an email to let me know!

I like this! And I am so flattered.

This was the best part. No, I have to get up. Have to. Have to see if. Have to find him...   The way Sam forces himself beyond the pain and numbness (like that contrast!). Poor Sammy. He really would be obsessive enough to sit there for 5 days, in the rain. God, his bangs must have been  plastered to his skull.

And then in the end Bobby shows up to help. I love that man so much. He is always there to support the Winchesters.

I have to admit you made me laugh at one point. Even tho this is a fairly sad and painful piece. But this: ...Build an ark kind of rain... just had me laughing!

Coooool. I inspired something like this.

Thanks, Ilka/RoweenaC