sn:/if belief
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eighth_horizonIf Belief Was Enough, 6
(c)2006 b stearns
Disclaimer: Really hard to keep track of plot holes in a plot...about holes.
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It started raining mid morning, a persistent drizzle that threatened to go on all day. Neither of them thought talking to anybody else would do any good, and Sam had an unspoken trepidation about what might come out of Dean's mouth in front of strangers. He reflected that it'd always been a problem, but lately it was pure honesty and not patented, thinly veiled Winchester sarcasm.
After Dean's enigmatic and unconscious offer of information in the dark, Sam wanted to look at the rivers.
"Why?" Dean was grouchy. This was generally the case when something he hoped for didn't come flying out of the bushes or drop on him from above. He was more restless than usual, checking and rechecking ammo, eyes everywhere but Sam.
"Nothing else to do," Sam said, and that was true enough.
"First camping and now sightseeing," Dean said, making a curse of the word. He braced his hands on the hood of the Impala and looked in Sam's general direction across it, distracted and annoyed. "What the hell's going on with you, Sam? Besides everything."
Sam couldn't help but find it funny. Going on with him. He turned his head to grin to show a little throat, so at least Dean wouldn't take it as full-on mocking. "We're kind of out of options until we think of more. Won't hurt to see more of the area."
"What are we looking for?" Dean said, voice lowered into something Sam recognized as a warning.
"We won't know until we find it," Sam said, grin fading as he looked back at Dean.
"It drives me nuts when you do this," Dean said. "This evasive thing, like you know more than I do or you've got a secret or something, like I've been browbeating you all our lives and you can't trust me with what goes on in your head."
"I don't have a secret," Sam said, not realizing in time that he wasn't supposed to hear that. "But you have been browbeating me all our lives." Said with all due irony, trailing off too late.
Dean lifted his head and froze, staring at him directly for the first time all morning. "Now you're reading my goddamn mind on top of everything else?"
Sam hated the moment of panic that went with the words, on both sides. "No," he said quickly. "You said it aloud."
"No," Dean said. "I'm pretty sure I can tell the difference between what I say aloud and what I don't."
"Not really," Sam said. He braced his hands on the engine-warmth of the hood and stared back. "Think for a minute that I'd let it get out of hand or let anybody else hear anything they shouldn't?"
Dean didn't answer vocally, but the expression on his face was something only Sam or their father would ever have been able to decipher; an incriminating gratitude. "When this is over, we're gonna find a way to get me back to normal."
Sam did laugh outright, then, still facing Dean this time. "You need a lot more work that we have in our lifetime." Our lifetime, as if there was nothing separate.
Dean straightened away from the car. "I'd laugh but I was raised to have some respect for the alternately-abled," he said. He was visibly uneasy, but Sam was sure not everyone would be able to pick it up. They stood out there and looked at each other with hair and lashes beaded with the faintest mist of rain, too close to see the forest or the trees any longer.
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The Yakima river ran close alongside Ellensburg and neither its banks or the pattern it wound across the landscape meant anything to them. Sam couldn't pick up any vibes and didn't see any connection to the mini-streams they'd run into on the ridge. A silent drive east took them into Vantage, and the wind whipped their clothes as they parked at the small history museum that overlooked the Columbia. There was a natural cut in the rocks below that served as a boat launch and camp area, and it was empty - probably due to the weather. They stood above for awhile with their faces in the wind off the water and looked across the wide, smooth-flowing expanse. It was nearly a mile across at that point of the gorge, exposing millions of years of the world's bones. A thousand millennia of changing water levels were visible in the erosion of the facing wall, gradual steps of rise and retreat, smooth sandstone and exposed metamorphic rock.
"It's a river," Dean said finally.
"Wow, thanks," Sam said. They were quiet awhile longer. Then Sam said, "It's probably moved a lot over time."
Dean sighed. "That's nice." When Sam didn't take the bait, he added, "It's never been right where the ridge is, though. There's too much basalt and glacial till left, so no river's ever run through there. That was ocean floor the last time it saw water. I mean, if that's what you're getting at."
Sam felt unreasonably giddy and found himself trying to keep from laughing. He wasn't sure whether he was getting constant feedback off Dean or whether he was just grateful that nothing had tried to kill them yet. He hadn't felt it until they'd gotten out of the car. It didn't make any sense to him and for once he didn't care. He watched Dean shift from foot to foot and scowl at the water.
"I don't get it," Dean said. "We usually have some idea by now, and I don't get it. What if we never figure it out, or there's nothing to figure out?"
Sam shrugged. "We can't solve them all."
"Dude stop fuckin' spying on me!" Dean shouted, stalking away, and Sam shook his head. He wasn't supposed to hear that either, apparently, and it took him a moment to figure out why. Then his eyes widened, and he went after Dean at a trot.
"Wait a second," he said, keeping a step behind, unconsciously giving Dean space. "Did you just doubt Dad? Did you just have half a second of wondering whether we should even be out here?"
Dean spun on him, already pointing, the type of bent-elbow pointing that was less accusatory and more let me tell you something. "Don't put words in my mouth."
"Hey, newsflash," Sam said, spreading his arms in the rain. "Not everything is something we can figure out. Not everything should be figured out."
"Oh, that makes a lot of sense," Dean said. "Something's eating people up here, Sam! Something's fucking with people's heads. It doesn't matter how long it takes to figure it out."
"I didn't say anything about giving up," Sam said, pulling his arms back in so he could show Dean his palms instead. "You're gonna have to think outside your crazy ass, demon-ridden, alternate dimension mindset for five minutes. Maybe we do have something that purposely grabs people, but it's got no pattern that we can see. We don't have a history for the area that suggests a curse, or ancient burial ground, or any of the other stuff that usually makes sense in our world. Our world," he emphasized when Dean rolled his eyes. Sam didn't need Dean to say it - his entire posture alone said yeah right, 'our', like you lay claim to anything. "Last night you said, 'the river runs under everything'. Do you remember that?"
Dean eyed him warily. "No."
"You don't remember everything you say," Sam said. "And Dad isn't always right."
Dean waved a dismissive hand at him. "The river doesn't run under everything. It's just some bullshit that came out of me after a week awake. Standing out in the middle of the woods, doing nothing."
Sam shook his head. "I don't think so. It's possible that you might be able to pick things up that no one else can, while you're..." he paused, gesturing aimlessly in midair. "Whatever this is. While the membrane or whatever it is that holds our souls close to our physical bodies is missing. Like the amniotic sac broke and it's just water everywhere."
Dean sneered at him. "Jesus, the stuff you come up with." He sighed and gestured toward the river. "This doesn't have anything to do with anything. We're gonna go back out there and try a different spot, and find this thing. And if the usual remedies don't work, then we'll know it's some geological anomaly or that the missing people were dumb or crazy or both. Or they were eaten by bears. Or went into the witness protection program."
"So you're admitting that it might not be supernatural," Sam said.
Dean looked at him, as closed up as he was capable of. "What do you want, Sam? Will it make you happy if I just say I don't have any idea what I'm doing, anymore?"
Sam looked back with impatience and tucked his hands in his jacket pockets. "How the hell is it that after our whole lives together, you still can't figure out where I'm headed? I'm not jerking you around."
There was nothing to hear for a long moment but the faint patter of rain and the distant idea of motion from the river. Dean dropped his eyes first because he had to admit he was being contrary just to do it. He felt some underlying suggestion of weariness but knew it wasn't going to translate itself into an ability to rest; for all he knew he'd go on like this forever, eternal consciousness, unrelenting awareness of everything until putting a gun in his own mouth began to seem like common sense. "I'm lost," he said softly, unaware that it was audible, unaware that Sam made a sudden motion toward him as if to grab him or just touch him, but then ran his hands through his own damp hair instead, eyes wrenched shut.
"Hot chocolate," Dean said.
Sam opened his eyes and blinked at the non sequitur. He waited to see if it was meant to be heard.
"It's a good day for hot chocolate," Dean said, nodding. "Not that canned powder stuff either, the good stuff, with milk. Like that crap they rip you off with at Starbucks." He turned his head to look at Sam. "Are you listening, or what?"
"There's pretty much nowhere left on earth that you can't find a Starbucks," Sam said, face raised to the sky to keep tears at bay. The wind let the rain-mist hit them sideways.
"We can hang out in there and research volcanic shit and see if maybe there are other things this could be," Dean said. "You know. Other things."
Sam purposely kept his expression neutral even though Dean was carefully not looking directly at him again. "Mt. St. Helens is still active," he said. "More active lately, anyway. And not that far from here."
"Far...as in geologically speaking," Dean said gruffly.
"Geologically speaking," Sam agreed, and if he ever loved Dean more than he did right then, he wasn't sure he would be able to remember it.
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The Starbucks even had a fireplace, and Dean parked himself in front of it with his laptop and scowled at Sam again for moving them further from the couple by the window. They had only glanced at Dean, certainly longer than they had to but nothing more, and the twenty-something barista had scalded and dumped the milk twice until Sam made Dean go sit down by himself in the corner. There was actually a little shin-kicking involved and Sam was glad he was taller and could invoke a bit of looming.
"She wanted my number," Dean said.
"Aren't you trying to plug enough holes in this place as it is?" Sam said.
Dean slammed his cardboard cup down on the table. Luckily the top was still on. "Did you just make a joke? An off color joke? Is this a late birthday present?"
Sam shook his head at the tabletop and scratched at a surface painted to look like a checkerboard. "That's all you get. So. If it's not always visible, then it could be some kind of vibration that opens and closes the ground. Earthquakes give clays and sand liquid properties."
"Neutrinos," Dean said.
"Okay, no," Sam said. "And I hate string theory, so don't start."
"'I am made from the dust of the stars, and the ocean flows in my veins'," Dean said.
"Don't quote Rush lyrics at me, either," Sam said. "You're the one who said it's not a white hole."
"Just throwing some stuff at the wall, seeing what sticks," Dean said, then closed his laptop. "They don't have wireless in here."
"We don't need it," Sam said, wrapping both hands around his hot chocolate. "What else? Tremors can cause land to shift away and back, and maybe it wouldn't always leave a visible trace on the surface."
Dean sipped at his drink, eyes darting around the shop and out the front windows. He made a sound under his breath, something between a grunt and a thoughtful hum. "Me and dad found a haunting a few years ago that wasn't really anything. It was just machinery in the basement, putting off sound at nineteen hertz, below human hearing. The eyeball has a resonant frequency of nineteen hertz. Same thing happens to wineglasses if you find their frequency. It can rattle stuff or break it, or get you seeing things that aren't there." This was solid ground, this knowledge, and the invocation of his father. "Infrasound. Zero to twenty hertz."
"Can it make you hear things, too?" Sam said, raising his eyebrows.
Dean shrugged. "Sure. Turned it off, ghosts went away." He paused. "We don't have machinery out here big enough to do that to an entire landscape, unless those old missle silo rumors are true and they're doing some sort of experiments underground." They looked at each other and shook their heads in unison. "Magnetic field stronger here because the mantle is thinner?"
"That could mess with people's heads, but I don't see it opening holes in the place," Sam said. "Maybe it's a combination of things, just in this spot. When do you wanna head back out?"
"In a couple of hours," Dean said. "Why, you in a hurry?"
Sam grinned.
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:00 am (UTC)Some favourite lines:
"What the hell's going on with you, Sam? Besides everything."
What indeed?
"It drives me nuts when you do this," Dean said. "This evasive thing, like you know more than I do or you've got a secret or something, like I've been browbeating you all our lives and you can't trust me with what goes on in your head."
This is so perfect, because all the other unintended statements were more obvious, and I didn't even realize at first that Dean had meant to think this, so it's perfect that Sam just replies. Also, I just love the statement in itself. Dean, well written Dean that is, has this innate ability to just sum things up.
Sam agreed, and if he ever loved Dean more than he did right then, he wasn't sure he would be able to remember it.
This is just beautiful.
"Aren't you trying to plug enough holes in this place as it is?" Sam said
I knew you had it in you Sam! God, there's nothing like little brother snark. Unless it's older brother snark.
And much love for real hot chocolate. The whole scene preceding Dean's hot chocolate proclamation breaks my heart.
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Date: 2006-02-26 05:35 am (UTC)That just makes me ridiculously happy. Thank you, x1000.
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-26 05:36 am (UTC)Yeah, we totally need him in pieces. So we can share. XD
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Date: 2006-02-26 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 08:12 am (UTC)Sam said, face raised to the sky to keep tears at bay.
"Geologically speaking," Sam agreed, and if he ever loved Dean more than he did right then, he wasn't sure he would be able to remember it.
Only you could make staying up until 2 a.m. worth it. I actually teared up a little at those.
"And I hate string theory, so don't start." (and this is just a feel-good bonus for me. :) )
*Hugs you* And once again - please, don't ever stop writing!
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Date: 2006-02-26 05:50 am (UTC)Woo hoo! :)
You just know there's a long, ongoing argument between these two on string theory.
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Date: 2006-02-26 04:02 pm (UTC)Oh, beyond a doubt! Am completely joining the chorus of "loving how absolutely SMART your write them - BOTH of them!" Just fantastic. (while also awwww . . . inducing)
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Date: 2006-02-22 08:20 am (UTC)Next time I hype your stuff (and I'm thinking soon), I'm using this as the posting title "patented, thinly veiled Winchester sarcasm." So succinct and perfect, I love it.
Dean's enigmatic and unconscious offer of information in the dark,
I dare you to say that 5 times fast. It's like a tongue twister and lyrical poetry in one. I don't mean to just point out lines, but there are so many beauts in here. :D
"It drives me nuts when you do this," Dean said. "This evasive thing, like you know more than I do or you've got a secret or something, like I've been browbeating you all our lives and you can't trust me with what goes on in your head."
I was processing this just as I was starting to read what Sam was beginning to say and I wanted to yell, "Wait, hold on, I think...". Ah yes, too late. *smacks self in the forehead* oh well.
Our lifetime, as if there was nothing separate.
I really wish Dean had caught that, but then it's more realistic I suppose, that he didn't.
Dean sighed. "That's nice." When Sam didn't take the bait, he added, "It's never been right where the ridge is, though. There's too much basalt and glacial till left, so no river's ever run through there. That was ocean floor the last time it saw water. I mean, if that's what you're getting at."
Geological humor, gneissly done. ;) ...sorry I couldn't resist.
"I'm lost," he said softly, Before I could read any further I stopped and yelled out (in my head of course) "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST HUG THE POOR BASTARD SAMMY!" Sorry, I got ahead of you and them, b/c...
unaware that Sam made a sudden motion toward him as if to grab him or just touch him, but then ran his hands through his own damp hair instead, eyes wrenched shut.
"Hot chocolate," Dean said.
Sam opened his eyes and blinked at the non sequitur. He waited to see if it was meant to be heard.
"It's a good day for hot chocolate," Dean said, nodding. "Not that canned powder stuff either, the good stuff, with milk. Like that crap they rip you off with at Starbucks." He turned his head to look at Sam. "Are you listening, or what?"
"There's pretty much nowhere left on earth that you can't find a Starbucks," Sam said, face raised to the sky to keep tears at bay. The wind let the rain-mist hit them sideways.
"We can hang out in there and research volcanic shit and see if maybe there are other things this could be," Dean said. "You know. Other things."
Sam purposely kept his expression neutral even though Dean was carefully not looking directly at him again. "Mt. St. Helens is still active," he said. "More active lately, anyway. And not that far from here."
"Far...as in geologically speaking," Dean said gruffly.
"Geologically speaking," Sam agreed, and if he ever loved Dean more than he did right then, he wasn't sure he would be able to remember it.
Dang, how much do I love ya for that section there? Well, lets just leave it at a lot a lot a lot.
Sam's dirty joke...Priceless! (insert mastercard commercial here) Seriously though, Sam saying that? Gold my friend, pure gold. :D
I didn't copy or cover everything in this little bit I've mentioned, reasonably b/c the whole chapter is undiluted broments. I stand by that claim. I love all the brother's interaction here from start to finish. This was frickin' beautiful, sorry if that sounds crass. But it was, it was great!
My ink cartridge is on it's final legs, wheezing its last. But despite that fact I still printed out as much as could (with it still being legible) of your stories tonight for my youngest brother Josh, and sent them with him. I mention this b/c, well, I can't get over the gift you have with words, and your ability to give voice to these characters while placing it all in a compelling, intriguing plot. It just blows my mind. Thank you for another fantastic chapter. This more than made my day.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:10 am (UTC)And here's where I actually admit that I tried. LOL
>>Geological humor, gneissly done. ;) ...sorry I couldn't resist.
ROFL! Awesome. I tried not to let it become a bunch of schist.
>>I can't get over the gift you have with words,
::blushes:: I'm just totally humbled. Thank you for being so good to me.
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Date: 2006-02-22 10:10 am (UTC)Will be looking for some more.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 12:52 pm (UTC)Ahhhh. How do you do that? That makes my morning.
However, "They don't have wireless in here." is too much. In Starbucks? There's only so far I can suspend my disbelief. ;)
I love the way you are handling the thoughts-spoken-aloud moments. So true to them and elegant. Can't wait for more!
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:12 am (UTC)I know, those bastards! lol That's like saying they're...out of MILK or something.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:27 am (UTC)That's like saying they're...out of MILK or something.
I have been there for that too. They had to send one of the grunts to the grocery store. Which boggles me b/c have you ever seen the milk guy delivering to them? It's like enough milk for a military base!!! Wow, um, I just realized I know way too much about Starbucks, lol, so I um...I gotta go.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:39 am (UTC)Dean: ::ears perking up::
Sam: Conspiracy! Wait...we don't like conspiracies!
It's got to suck to have to make a milk run...they should just keep their own cows.
Dean: DEMON COWS! SATAN'S MILK! BRAINWASHING BY WIRELESS!
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Date: 2006-02-26 07:22 am (UTC)No I'm pretty sure they just think that of folks who live in the Fox Valley. lol. See, b/c they just built one in my hometown of Neenah, and Oshkosh has one now, but none of these have wireless. Although most other coffee shops in the area do. Hmmm, it's like a weird anti-conspiracy! O.O
Here we have drive-through Starbucks
Oh we're not that behind, two of ours are drive thru ones as well. ;) (The one near my house and the one across the street from my work.) We're not total cavemen here in the midwest. :P Although I remember WA and you couldn't spit without hitting a coffee shop. It was like heaven! :D The coffee shops, not the spitting. I don't do that, for the record, b/c, you know, eww.
Dean: DEMON COWS! SATAN'S MILK! BRAINWASHING BY WIRELESS!
And then he'd take another sip of his Starbucks coffee! *cough*hypocritemuchDean?*cough* LOL ;)
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Date: 2006-02-22 04:21 pm (UTC)Before I forget again...dude, tell me that the name Northrup is a shout-out to The Westing Game. Please. Because then I will have your babies.
After Dean's enigmatic and unconscious offer of information in the dark, Sam wanted to look at the rivers. I love that you can make exposition into something lyrical.
"It drives me nuts when you do this," Dean said. "This evasive thing, like you know more than I do or you've got a secret or something, like I've been browbeating you all our lives and you can't trust me with what goes on in your head." I couldn't believe Dean would say something like this, so I'm glad that it's just what he was thinking.
Dean lifted his head and froze, staring at him directly for the first time all morning. "Now you're reading my goddamn mind on top of everything else?"
Sam hated the moment of panic that went with the words, on both sides. Oh, oh, Dean. Sweet baby.
"Think for a minute that I'd let it get out of hand or let anybody else hear anything they shouldn't?" That's it, Sammy; protect your big brother.
They stood out there and looked at each other with hair and lashes beaded with the faintest mist of rain, too close to see the forest or the trees any longer. Gorgeous.
"Dude stop fuckin' spying on me!" Dean shouted, stalking away... Oh, my heart is aching for this boy.
"How the hell is it that after our whole lives together, you still can't figure out where I'm headed? I'm not jerking you around." Because he's SCARED, Sammy! He's been your shield your whole life and now he thinks he's breaking down; just be there for him.
He felt some underlying suggestion of weariness but knew it wasn't going to translate itself into an ability to rest; for all he knew he'd go on like this forever, eternal consciousness, unrelenting awareness of everything until putting a gun in his own mouth began to seem like common sense. "I'm lost," he said softly, unaware that it was audible... Oh, so we've gone from aching heart to rip my heart out of my chest and stomp all over it.
"Far...as in geologically speaking," Dean said gruffly.
"Geologically speaking," Sam agreed, and if he ever loved Dean more than he did right then, he wasn't sure he would be able to remember it. Aww, I love Sam when he loves his brother.
"Aren't you trying to plug enough holes in this place as it is?" Sam said. HA!
"Is this a late birthday present?" Dean, baby, I'll get you anything you want, any day of the year.
"Neutrinos," Dean said.
"Okay, no," Sam said. "And I hate string theory, so don't start."
"'I am made from the dust of the stars, and the ocean flows in my veins'," Dean said.
"Don't quote Rush lyrics at me, either," Sam said. I have to say it again. I adore how smart the boys are in this fic, intelligent, resourceful, aware.
This was solid ground, this knowledge, and the invocation of his father. I love Dean. His commitment to his family is a wondrous thing.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:24 am (UTC)NO WAY ::swings feet, giggles::
>>Before I forget again...dude, tell me that the name Northrup is a shout-out to The Westing Game. Please. Because then I will have your babies.
ARGH! Now I want to lie and say it is so that you will have my babies! But no. It's just a nearby street.
>>Because he's SCARED, Sammy! He's been your shield your whole life and now he thinks he's breaking down; just be there for him.
Sam: WHAT! I asked him if he ever got scared and he said no!
Barb: Sam.
Sam: Ok, he does sleep with a knife under his pillow, so he's full of it, but still, I -
Barb: SAM
Sam: I never know what I'm supposed to do, so -
Barb: SAM
Sam: WHAT
Barb: Hold hands.
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Date: 2006-02-26 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-22 08:12 pm (UTC)Keep up the great work.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-23 01:13 am (UTC)"Dean didn't answer vocally, but the expression on his face was something only Sam or their father would ever have been able to decipher; an incriminating gratitude." Loved this because Dean *would* be all "Damn you, but hey, thanks."
"They stood out there and looked at each other with hair and lashes beaded with the faintest mist of rain, too close to see the forest or the trees any longer." I am technically not sure what you intended this to mean, but I took it as they had become so close after everything that had happened and what Sam had just revealed to Dean, that basically all they saw was each other? Maybe I didn't explain that right...anyways, it was beautiful.
When Dean said "I'm lost" my heart just bled for him. Especially since under normal circs he would never ever admit something like that. I could just picture the voice he used, the expression on his face...*cries*
This chapter was just so emotional. I loved it very much.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:43 am (UTC)Me too. But sadly, I don't think it. I say it aloud. I'm a person who really should live alone.
>>Dean *would* be all "Damn you, but hey, thanks."
Now I really just want a t-shirt that says "Damn you, but hey, thanks." LOL
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Date: 2006-02-26 11:59 pm (UTC)But at least you must be entertaining. :o)
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Date: 2006-02-25 12:03 pm (UTC)They stood out there and looked at each other with hair and lashes beaded with the faintest mist of rain, too close to see the forest or the trees any longer.
Ach.
Dean sighed. "That's nice." When Sam didn't take the bait, he added, "It's never been right where the ridge is, though. There's too much basalt and glacial till left, so no river's ever run through there. That was ocean floor the last time it saw water. I mean, if that's what you're getting at."
Smart!Dean!!! w00t!
"There's pretty much nowhere left on earth that you can't find a Starbucks," Sam said, face raised to the sky to keep tears at bay. The wind let the rain-mist hit them sideways.
Yeah, I am also saddened by the proliferance of corporate coffee across America, drowning out local entrepreneurs by the hundreds. *ahem* Sorry, couldn't resist. This was actually a really touching part. =D
Loving this so much. Can't wait for your next chapter.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:16 am (UTC)>>Yeah, I am also saddened by the proliferance of corporate coffee across America, drowning out local entrepreneurs by the hundreds.>>
::dies:: I agree. I am so making an icon of Sam crying over the evils of corporate America. LOL
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Date: 2006-02-26 08:27 am (UTC)You're my hero. I love this so much. Sadly, I really do like your read on the characters better than canon.
You have a wondrous way with words. They're so evocative. You always seem to say the most expressive thing, in just the specific way it needs to be said. Anyway, I'll stop gushing now.
Also also: I have one of you icons, you've no doubt noticed. It's my favorite!
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Date: 2006-02-27 07:33 am (UTC)Okay, you rock for saying that. AND: you also get hearts. <3 <3 <3. Thank you. :)
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Date: 2006-02-28 07:42 am (UTC)"...the alternately-abled,"
Hee! The snark. Love it.
Sam felt unreasonably giddy and found himself trying to keep from laughing. He wasn't sure whether he was getting constant feedback off Dean or whether he was just grateful that nothing had tried to kill them yet.
That giddy, slightly woozy, wobbly kind of feeling? Oh, Sam, I get that completely. Cos our dear author does a very good job of getting us all there, exactly where YOU are ... it's very clever of her indeed.
"You're gonna have to think outside your crazy ass, demon-ridden, alternate dimension mindset for five minutes." Oh Sammy, I think I love you., In fact, in this exact moment, I love you like I love chocolate cake. And Dean.
Dean looked at him, as closed up as he was capable of. "What do you want, Sam? Will it make you happy if I just say I don't have any idea what I'm doing, anymore?"
Sam looked back with impatience and tucked his hands in his jacket pockets. "How the hell is it that after our whole lives together, you still can't figure out where I'm headed? I'm not jerking you around."
The way you're painting their relationship ... I just. Well, I love it. Really, its so complex and complicated ... but so very basic brother stuff too. It's so goshdarn interesting too!
and if he ever loved Dean more than he did right then, he wasn't sure he would be able to remember it.
Like that! Exactly like that! hee.
"'I am made from the dust of the stars, and the ocean flows in my veins'," Dean said.
Can I tell you how much I'd pay to hear Dean say something like this on-screen? Like millions and millions of dollars. I'd even stretch to millions of $US, cos we all know an Aussie million just isnt the same!
So, this brings me to the end of Part 6 ... and I know Part 7 is already out there. SQUEE! That is a lovely, wondrous feeling.
The entire story brings me a lovely, wondrous feeling. Thats top work, Ms Horizon, top work indeed.
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Date: 2006-03-01 02:06 am (UTC)I would need a cigarette, after.
Now I also want to change my name legally to Ms. Horizon.
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Date: 2006-03-01 04:17 am (UTC)(excpet cigars, when I'm exceedingly drunk, and suddenly they seem like an awesomely great idea. What is with that??)
Ms Horizon. I so dig it. It's very authoritative. Dominating even. ^^
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Date: 2006-03-01 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
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