So this one, this one was all about the broments. And I couldn't be happier...okay I could if you'd had part 7 posted 5 minutes after I'd finished this one, but hey, I won't get greedy. ;)
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: 2006-02-22 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.