I have just read this whole fic up to this chapter in one session, and told myself I could resist commenting till the end. But THIS?
John bent over, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam's head. "Love you, boy."
"Love you, too, sir."
John looked down at Dean, the gouges sleeplessness had left, the weight lost, and still somehow only saw the little four year old holding his brother for dear life while their world shattered around them.
"Love you, too," he whispered, bending to press a gentle kiss on Dean's cheek.
BROKE me. *flails*
I can't begin to describe how much this story has moved me. I have this feeling I'll be watching the second season and just be disappointed. because THIS is what we need to see on screen.
I've laughed and wept, and the moments with Mary were hearthurtingly wonderful. Your John is pitch perfect, hell, your Dean and Sam are too.
Sorry for the incoherency. I will attempt more useful feedback when I've found my heart, sewn it back together and reinserted it into my chest.
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Date: 2006-06-16 01:06 am (UTC)John bent over, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam's head. "Love you, boy."
"Love you, too, sir."
John looked down at Dean, the gouges sleeplessness had left, the weight lost, and still somehow only saw the little four year old holding his brother for dear life while their world shattered around them.
"Love you, too," he whispered, bending to press a gentle kiss on Dean's cheek.
BROKE me. *flails*
I can't begin to describe how much this story has moved me. I have this feeling I'll be watching the second season and just be disappointed. because THIS is what we need to see on screen.
I've laughed and wept, and the moments with Mary were hearthurtingly wonderful. Your John is pitch perfect, hell, your Dean and Sam are too.
Sorry for the incoherency. I will attempt more useful feedback when I've found my heart, sewn it back together and reinserted it into my chest.