I'm such a sucker for you. I went back and reread the previous four parts just to kill myself all over again.
This is what "Faith" should have done more of, Barb. You're amazing.
Everything was green-smelling earthy dark and his skin tingled like he was standing under high voltage wires in the rain. You write a feast for the senses even when they're in danger.
The long-ringing bell of Dean played on somewhere near the street, just tolerable from that distance. Gorgeous line.
he was pretty sure his entire skeleton had become a tuning fork, struck into giving off his own paticular tone whether he wanted to or not. This is amazing.
Dean had put as much distance between them as he could once he realized that he might be too much for Sam to handle. Oh, Dean.
the entire white of Dean's right eye was dark with blood This happened to me when I was 7 and it was awful.
Dean was bleeding out. Oh, God.
"No," Dean said softly. "Not really. I think I did it this time, kiddo." It was the affection in Dean's voice and in his choice of words that was hardest to bear. This is just agonizing.
He blinked at Sam for a moment and it was obvious it was taking a lot of his concentration to focus on where he was. "It's okay, Sam. We did good." Barb, you are just breaking me.
Dean carded his fingers through Sam's hair, possibly more Dean then than he'd ever been, the world no longer pressing down. "I never would," he said. "Right? I'm always..." He paused, and when he spoke again his voice was far away. "Yeah. Let go of me, Sam. You're all there is." Dean, fundamentally, is love.
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This is what "Faith" should have done more of, Barb. You're amazing.
Everything was green-smelling earthy dark and his skin tingled like he was standing under high voltage wires in the rain. You write a feast for the senses even when they're in danger.
The long-ringing bell of Dean played on somewhere near the street, just tolerable from that distance. Gorgeous line.
he was pretty sure his entire skeleton had become a tuning fork, struck into giving off his own paticular tone whether he wanted to or not. This is amazing.
Dean had put as much distance between them as he could once he realized that he might be too much for Sam to handle. Oh, Dean.
the entire white of Dean's right eye was dark with blood This happened to me when I was 7 and it was awful.
Dean was bleeding out. Oh, God.
"No," Dean said softly. "Not really. I think I did it this time, kiddo."
It was the affection in Dean's voice and in his choice of words that was hardest to bear. This is just agonizing.
He blinked at Sam for a moment and it was obvious it was taking a lot of his concentration to focus on where he was. "It's okay, Sam. We did good." Barb, you are just breaking me.
Dean carded his fingers through Sam's hair, possibly more Dean then than he'd ever been, the world no longer pressing down. "I never would," he said. "Right? I'm always..." He paused, and when he spoke again his voice was far away. "Yeah. Let go of me, Sam. You're all there is." Dean, fundamentally, is love.