AHHHHHH, PRESENT FOR ME! :D :D (Sorry I didn't see this before, poster--I've never flung spring before and didn't realize how fast it all happens!)
As February slowly melts into March, he tentatively kisses a girl, his thumb pressing down on the small tattoo of an arrow behind her ear, but it’s not right.
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU WERE STEALTH!GIVING ME A LIL' SIDE NOD TO SAM/ARTEMIS BUT I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THAT YOU WERE AND IT'S AMAZING
At 4:12 in the morning, there is still no response, and he wonders whether there is any point in keeping Dean’s number. This and it also feels like he could text Dean over and over again, one blue bubble after the next, and it would be the same as screaming into the void and It occurs to him then, with the Winchester lifestyle, the phone could have been [lost in colorful ways] do it for me. So much. That thing where one of them can't not talk at the other one but they're getting absolutely nothing back, and it fucks with their heads worse than anything, like getting cut off from each other is like some kind of sensory deprivation. Yes. I'll have a sundae of that with walnut sauce.
he wanted Dean to come with him, but Dean... [would] take the army hand over the textbooks even today
I love when fics that have Sam ask Dean to come with him take this approach to his refusal--that is, not merely some unelaborated Sense of Duty (tm), or that Dean simply subsumes his identity into John's, but acknowledging that he has one of his own and that that is not reducible to choosing his father over his brother.
to be so full of someone and yet feel like he was losing them, piece by piece
When Sam Winchester doesn't cry his way through sex but probably wants to \o/ \o/ \o/
Lawrence, Kansas anagrams to carnal weakness.
THIS. THIS IS MY FAVORITE.
walking to Carnal Weakness sounds crazy, but he doesn’t have a motherly voice to tell him to steal a car even if it makes noise
Okay, did you know about my distance-hiking kink, or did I just get lucky?
There is someone inside. Would it be appropriate to knock?
One of the world-building-type things I really enjoy about post-apocalypse stories is questions about what, exactly, happens to etiquette. I am a dork.
“I love you.”
No, but completely preposterous quests and journeys in an effort to compensate for some small but long-festering failing, tho
If it’s not real, if Dean really is just a ghost of a silhouette, Sam does not want to know.
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As February slowly melts into March, he tentatively kisses a girl, his thumb pressing down on the small tattoo of an arrow behind her ear, but it’s not right.
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU WERE STEALTH!GIVING ME A LIL' SIDE NOD TO SAM/ARTEMIS BUT I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THAT YOU WERE AND IT'S AMAZING
At 4:12 in the morning, there is still no response, and he wonders whether there is any point in keeping Dean’s number. This and it also feels like he could text Dean over and over again, one blue bubble after the next, and it would be the same as screaming into the void and It occurs to him then, with the Winchester lifestyle, the phone could have been [lost in colorful ways] do it for me. So much. That thing where one of them can't not talk at the other one but they're getting absolutely nothing back, and it fucks with their heads worse than anything, like getting cut off from each other is like some kind of sensory deprivation. Yes. I'll have a sundae of that with walnut sauce.
he wanted Dean to come with him, but Dean... [would] take the army hand over the textbooks even today
I love when fics that have Sam ask Dean to come with him take this approach to his refusal--that is, not merely some unelaborated Sense of Duty (tm), or that Dean simply subsumes his identity into John's, but acknowledging that he has one of his own and that that is not reducible to choosing his father over his brother.
to be so full of someone and yet feel like he was losing them, piece by piece
When Sam Winchester doesn't cry his way through sex but probably wants to \o/ \o/ \o/
Lawrence, Kansas anagrams to carnal weakness.
THIS. THIS IS MY FAVORITE.
walking to Carnal Weakness sounds crazy, but he doesn’t have a motherly voice to tell him to steal a car even if it makes noise
Okay, did you know about my distance-hiking kink, or did I just get lucky?
There is someone inside. Would it be appropriate to knock?
One of the world-building-type things I really enjoy about post-apocalypse stories is questions about what, exactly, happens to etiquette. I am a dork.
“I love you.”
No, but completely preposterous quests and journeys in an effort to compensate for some small but long-festering failing, tho
If it’s not real, if Dean really is just a ghost of a silhouette, Sam does not want to know.
Love the last-minute tint of ambiguity. <3
Thanks so much for this, author! :D