Dude. See, Maygra thinks you're unbelievably awesome too. Giving the chapter limit almost made me cry. I really don't want this story to end until they do. Is that possible? You guys don't really have anything better to do, do ya?
There were things he'd done that John Winchester didn't know, and wouldn't ever found out. Secrets whispered in the dark, triggers pulled, desperate trades. It wasn't that he hadn't thought his father could handle it. It was that the man had enough weight to bear.
So Dean bore the weight for him, and for Sam. As it came back memory by memory, it felt heavy enough that Dean wondered how the hell he'd even breathed before.
This could not be anymore Dean if he were sitting in my living room telling it to me himself. Although, if Dean Winchester were sitting in my living room, I doubt we'd be talking much.
::pauses::
Ehem, anyway. You get what I mean. Thanks for giving us another great chapter.
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Date: 2006-06-09 02:36 am (UTC)There were things he'd done that John Winchester didn't know, and wouldn't ever found out. Secrets whispered in the dark, triggers pulled, desperate trades. It wasn't that he hadn't thought his father could handle it. It was that the man had enough weight to bear.
So Dean bore the weight for him, and for Sam. As it came back memory by memory, it felt heavy enough that Dean wondered how the hell he'd even breathed before.
This could not be anymore Dean if he were sitting in my living room telling it to me himself. Although, if Dean Winchester were sitting in my living room, I doubt we'd be talking much.
::pauses::
Ehem, anyway. You get what I mean. Thanks for giving us another great chapter.