I haven't been active at all in LJ in a VERY long while, not to mention giving feedback to fics, but this one just has my fingers itching to write back to you, because OW!!! You made me cry SO MUCH when you killed Dean, I thought I was going to choke on the sobs, AND YOU BRING HIM BACK?!?! I'm a sucker for happy endings, but that was MEAN!!! *sniffles*
Have I mentioned how much I love this story yet? I don't read much wincest - the idea usually freaks me out(even if I can see it happening in canon - those guys are each other's whole world, after all...), but there has to be a major catalyst that brings them together. And a fic that fails show how their relationship transforms, or how they deal with that transformation, just doesn't work.
ANYWAY, the point I was trying to make before this ramble is that your fic not only made me buy it, it made me root for it, and enjoy it, and grin stupidly when Sam realized Dean was jealous. Everything about it just felt so raw and genuine, from the boundless, all-consuming, epic love Sam and Dean feel for each other and Dean's regrets and guilt faced with Sam's certainty, to Sam's reaction when Dean died, and then Bobby, how he dealt with grief and when he found Dean again - just, ow. I mean, I saw the artwork before the fic, I knew he was going to die, but it just hit me so damn HARD anyway. Which is proof of how good this story is - it swallowed me in completely.
Then Sam's thoughts, when he finally broke down after finding Dean again: "They've been bottled up inside him for so many years, the ache slowly becoming something he got used to, but never got rid of. Something that never went away completely, that popped up every so often, like a phantom limb." It just started up the waterworks again, and I feel you pinned it down perfectly - grief can be like that, something you get used to, and not think about too often, and then sometimes it just bursts out, triggered by nothing.
It's now almost 4am where I live, I'm all cried out and this feedback is growing to monstrous proportions, so I'm going to stop here. In conclusion: You are made of awesome. Thank you for writing this story, and sharing it. Reading it was a truly amazing experience.
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Have I mentioned how much I love this story yet? I don't read much wincest - the idea usually freaks me out(even if I can see it happening in canon - those guys are each other's whole world, after all...), but there has to be a major catalyst that brings them together. And a fic that fails show how their relationship transforms, or how they deal with that transformation, just doesn't work.
ANYWAY, the point I was trying to make before this ramble is that your fic not only made me buy it, it made me root for it, and enjoy it, and grin stupidly when Sam realized Dean was jealous. Everything about it just felt so raw and genuine, from the boundless, all-consuming, epic love Sam and Dean feel for each other and Dean's regrets and guilt faced with Sam's certainty, to Sam's reaction when Dean died, and then Bobby, how he dealt with grief and when he found Dean again - just, ow. I mean, I saw the artwork before the fic, I knew he was going to die, but it just hit me so damn HARD anyway. Which is proof of how good this story is - it swallowed me in completely.
Then Sam's thoughts, when he finally broke down after finding Dean again: "They've been bottled up inside him for so many years, the ache slowly becoming something he got used to, but never got rid of. Something that never went away completely, that popped up every so often, like a phantom limb."
It just started up the waterworks again, and I feel you pinned it down perfectly - grief can be like that, something you get used to, and not think about too often, and then sometimes it just bursts out, triggered by nothing.
It's now almost 4am where I live, I'm all cried out and this feedback is growing to monstrous proportions, so I'm going to stop here. In conclusion: You are made of awesome. Thank you for writing this story, and sharing it. Reading it was a truly amazing experience.
Happy new year, btw:)