I would completely hate you if I didn't already love you so damn much.
I think you just gave an entirely new twist to the phrase: "killing me softly."
The idea of Sam being able to feel Dean everywhere, sense him, taste him, hear him, like walking through a course of invisible windchimes, just makes me hurt. Of Dean being able to push back the veil enough to reveal all that's passed this way, just by being there...enough so that Sam can hear/feel/see it too.
And Sam not sure he can cast the net wide enough to bring it all back, to be able to gather it all up and put it back where it belongs, like trying to fix a stuffed toy filled with sawdust and sometimes all you can do is use new sawdust...
And Dean, bless him...cry for him, not realizing that Sam would rather spin himself out rather than be left behind. Or knowing it but not really *knowing* it.
The tide at his back and himself as the only separation with the lighthouse in his hands.
I love this. And it scares me a little because neither the tide nor the light will stop and Sam won't get out of either's way I don't think. Except it may be that the only way Dean can gather himself back together is to be free to do so...that it can't all come back to him, he'd have to go get it...
aargh. ow. yup. Hate if there wasn't so much love here.
And Sam will never be whole if Dean goes. They are too much a part of each other already.
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Date: 2006-05-31 11:26 am (UTC)I think you just gave an entirely new twist to the phrase: "killing me softly."
The idea of Sam being able to feel Dean everywhere, sense him, taste him, hear him, like walking through a course of invisible windchimes, just makes me hurt. Of Dean being able to push back the veil enough to reveal all that's passed this way, just by being there...enough so that Sam can hear/feel/see it too.
And Sam not sure he can cast the net wide enough to bring it all back, to be able to gather it all up and put it back where it belongs, like trying to fix a stuffed toy filled with sawdust and sometimes all you can do is use new sawdust...
And Dean, bless him...cry for him, not realizing that Sam would rather spin himself out rather than be left behind. Or knowing it but not really *knowing* it.
The tide at his back and himself as the only separation with the lighthouse in his hands.
I love this. And it scares me a little because neither the tide nor the light will stop and Sam won't get out of either's way I don't think. Except it may be that the only way Dean can gather himself back together is to be free to do so...that it can't all come back to him, he'd have to go get it...
aargh. ow. yup. Hate if there wasn't so much love here.
And Sam will never be whole if Dean goes. They are too much a part of each other already.