I love you. God, I LOVE you. *covers face* Okay. Okay, so I've been WAITING for this fic, right? For someone to tell THIS story and then it was YOU and I went OH and bit my lip and gleed. But, see, I was expecting...something else and you hit my ass right at the beginning with JOHN all hollowed out and I went OH. BOBBY POV, DUDE. Do you have ANY IDEA how much you pwn me?!
Hunting, planning, drinking too much because he had no reason not to. This. There is SO MUCH there.
Then DEAN, all feral and tormented and EVERY DAY, Jess, he tried to get out EVERY DAY.
Sam. HOUSES BURNING. MOTHERS (PLURAL) DEAD.
Missouri's. I can't. I. There's no brain. I'm breathless.
*flappy hands* I had visions of being coherent, but I totally fail. So instead I flail at you and then fall at your FEET. Christ.
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Date: 2006-11-29 01:26 am (UTC)Hunting, planning, drinking too much because he had no reason not to.
This. There is SO MUCH there.
Then DEAN, all feral and tormented and EVERY DAY, Jess, he tried to get out EVERY DAY.
Sam. HOUSES BURNING. MOTHERS (PLURAL) DEAD.
Missouri's. I can't. I. There's no brain. I'm breathless.
*flappy hands* I had visions of being coherent, but I totally fail. So instead I flail at you and then fall at your FEET. Christ.