Let me count the ways I love you, Nonnie. This has had me messed up in the best way since I read it. Your flawless characterization is a thing of beauty.
“I wasn’t talking about the sky.” Dean, with all his bravado is a sentimental son of a bitch. I love it here, the push and pull, this little tug of war between them, as thick as that steamy summer in Louisiana air.
Domestic brothers. So good at playing house, even way back then. I love the little beautiful details of their intimacy: how Sam doesn't mind Dean rambling (kind of cherishes it), Dean's never ending "girl" jokes, the haircut. Oh Lord, Sam's hair. That blue ribbon is wrapped around my heart now, thanks. “No, no. Wear it up"
I loved John here too, what's left of him, anyway. This line: "But mostly, Dad haunts the house like his bones are buried somewhere, needing a salt and burn." Missing Sam's graduation but of course Dean's there with bells on, I can see that baby faced boy beaming at Sammy in his too-big suit.
Their love feels lived in. So accurate. So achey-sweet in the center, rough and ragged around the edges. “Ask me to stay." But Dean wants what Sam wants, needs to see him achieve. I was breathless when Dean went too. Symbiotic boys, can't be apart.
Your incorporation of the prompt was so seamless, the little world you built around it, this ridiculously good AU that sings with the dead on accuracy of canon. I just loved it. Every line. You gave me a feminization thing AND IT WAS THE BEST BEST just so gorgeous.
Thank you so much, I can't believe how perfectly 'for me' this felt. You're good, Nonnie. It's a big deal.
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Date: 2016-03-20 06:14 pm (UTC)“I wasn’t talking about the sky.” Dean, with all his bravado is a sentimental son of a bitch. I love it here, the push and pull, this little tug of war between them, as thick as that steamy summer in Louisiana air.
Domestic brothers. So good at playing house, even way back then. I love the little beautiful details of their intimacy: how Sam doesn't mind Dean rambling (kind of cherishes it), Dean's never ending "girl" jokes, the haircut. Oh Lord, Sam's hair. That blue ribbon is wrapped around my heart now, thanks. “No, no. Wear it up"
I loved John here too, what's left of him, anyway. This line: "But mostly, Dad haunts the house like his bones are buried somewhere, needing a salt and burn." Missing Sam's graduation but of course Dean's there with bells on, I can see that baby faced boy beaming at Sammy in his too-big suit.
Their love feels lived in. So accurate. So achey-sweet in the center, rough and ragged around the edges. “Ask me to stay." But Dean wants what Sam wants, needs to see him achieve. I was breathless when Dean went too. Symbiotic boys, can't be apart.
Your incorporation of the prompt was so seamless, the little world you built around it, this ridiculously good AU that sings with the dead on accuracy of canon. I just loved it. Every line. You gave me a feminization thing AND IT WAS THE BEST BEST just so gorgeous.
Thank you so much, I can't believe how perfectly 'for me' this felt. You're good, Nonnie. It's a big deal.