One of these days I'm going to learn when a fic says it was by you two do not upon pain of death read it at work because hello! I'm going to end up so wrapped up in what's going on in the story that I'll forget that hey I'm supposed to be paying attention to customers too!
With that said, great job ladies. I have a couple of things I wanted to comment on the first being this:
"A dragon. Another thing that's supposed to be extinct. Sam, do me a favor. If I say something's extinct, don't believe me." And damn, Sam must've been tired, because he didn't even make a smartass comment. John leaned closer to Sam's side, studying the burnt out metal husk.
I've always said John reminds me of my mom in a lot of ways but this little section right here, I can hear John Winchester saying it. I can also hear my Mom saying, although unlike Sam it doesn't matter how tired I was I'd have come up with something to say. It's like I always tell Mom. "Better to be a Smartass then a Dumbass."
And this part:
The vision swam up, and he winced. Dean was exhausted, ragged. He'd-oh, God. The demon. He'd used the power on the zombies, and again on- on the woman pinned to the ceiling, twisting and screaming, heat mirages rippling the air around her face.
Sam choked on Dean's desperation, horror, the fear of what he'd become.
End it, end it all. Sam shook his head wildly as the gun slid in Dean's mouth, the thirty eight, his first gun. He reached out without thinking, like he could stop him, like he could grab Dean's wrist before- "No- God, Dean, no-"
*coughs* Well I'm just going to say it had me in tears. I don't mean crocidile tears, I mean real, eyes watering, lips swollen to three times their normal size, nose lit up like rudolph the rednosed reindeer crying.
Jess had a friend (sort of) who did a little too much recreational drug use. She'd wandered over to their house once, high on coke. Dean sounded like she had, that rattling loose jittery speech. "Dad. Hey. It's me. Dean." Yeah, dumbass, because they were crossing the country looking for someone else. "I'm, um, I'm okay. I'm okay. You can stop looking, all right? I understand now. I'm going to fix things. Fix everything. I know what I have to do. It's okay. Just... don't come after me, all right? You've done everything you-" A hitch in Dean's breathing. "Yeah. I love you, okay? And I'm scared shitless, and I want you to- believe me, if you could be- but you need to let me do this. For you. For Mom and Sam and- I need to do this."
The message ended on what might've been a broken sob, or might've just been breathing. Sam let out the breath he'd been holding and sank back into the seat.
"The gate to hell opened in Lawrence," Sam said finally.
"Yeah." John held out a hand for his phone. "Well, technically, it can only fully open on the night of the full moon. So far, it's only been able to spew lower tier demons. Tomorrow night, thought... all bets are off."
Sam didn't move. "Then we know where we'll find Dean."
And finally this...well it qualifies as an only John, Dean and Sam would take this in this exact manner. (Me personally I'd run screaming for the hills unless there was a member of my immediate family involved.)
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Date: 2006-05-31 12:36 am (UTC)With that said, great job ladies. I have a couple of things I wanted to comment on the first being this:
"A dragon. Another thing that's supposed to be extinct. Sam, do me a favor. If I say something's extinct, don't believe me." And damn, Sam must've been tired, because he didn't even make a smartass comment. John leaned closer to Sam's side, studying the burnt out metal husk.
I've always said John reminds me of my mom in a lot of ways but this little section right here, I can hear John Winchester saying it. I can also hear my Mom saying, although unlike Sam it doesn't matter how tired I was I'd have come up with something to say. It's like I always tell Mom. "Better to be a Smartass then a Dumbass."
And this part:
The vision swam up, and he winced. Dean was exhausted, ragged. He'd-oh, God. The demon. He'd used the power on the zombies, and again on- on the woman pinned to the ceiling, twisting and screaming, heat mirages rippling the air around her face.
Sam choked on Dean's desperation, horror, the fear of what he'd become.
End it, end it all. Sam shook his head wildly as the gun slid in Dean's mouth, the thirty eight, his first gun. He reached out without thinking, like he could stop him, like he could grab Dean's wrist before- "No- God, Dean, no-"
*coughs* Well I'm just going to say it had me in tears. I don't mean crocidile tears, I mean real, eyes watering, lips swollen to three times their normal size, nose lit up like rudolph the rednosed reindeer crying.
Jess had a friend (sort of) who did a little too much recreational drug use. She'd wandered over to their house once, high on coke. Dean sounded like she had, that rattling loose jittery speech. "Dad. Hey. It's me. Dean." Yeah, dumbass, because they were crossing the country looking for someone else. "I'm, um, I'm okay. I'm okay. You can stop looking, all right? I understand now. I'm going to fix things. Fix everything. I know what I have to do. It's okay. Just... don't come after me, all right? You've done everything you-" A hitch in Dean's breathing. "Yeah. I love you, okay? And I'm scared shitless, and I want you to- believe me, if you could be- but you need to let me do this. For you. For Mom and Sam and- I need to do this."
The message ended on what might've been a broken sob, or might've just been breathing. Sam let out the breath he'd been holding and sank back into the seat.
"The gate to hell opened in Lawrence," Sam said finally.
"Yeah." John held out a hand for his phone. "Well, technically, it can only fully open on the night of the full moon. So far, it's only been able to spew lower tier demons. Tomorrow night, thought... all bets are off."
Sam didn't move. "Then we know where we'll find Dean."
And finally this...well it qualifies as an only John, Dean and Sam would take this in this exact manner. (Me personally I'd run screaming for the hills unless there was a member of my immediate family involved.)