This story broke me in more ways than one.
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layne67Want to know how it feels like to have your heart ripped out and shredded into millions of pieces? Read this then.
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wynter_rebel.
I hesitated to read this at first, not because it's gen, there're lots of gen fics that I read and love, but because of the whole set-up of the story. Not my usual SamandDean, and I'd usually steer clear from this type of fics. In fact I did stop after the first chapter, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. And it's higly rec'd by someone. So.
Finished the whole thing this morning. And I couldn't. Stop. Crying. The author said to bring tissues. Towels are more like it. Huge and fluffy ones, to soak up all the tears that I *guarantee* that you'll shed throughout the story. Especially in the last two chapters. I've never cried this hard reading a story before. Kind of hate the author a little for writing it.
Summary: After a horrible accident, Sam and Dean have to relearn what it is to be a family.
Yeah, it's Dean whummpage right from the word go. And oh, I wanted so badly to hate Sam in this story, but I couldn't. Because at the end of the day, you have to live your own dreams, your own life, and not someone else's. No matter how much you love that person.
A love story, not the Wincesty kind, but a love story all the same. And sometimes, sometimes that is the best kind.
That’s the reason he was okay with this. His whole life, the only thing he’d ever cared about more than life itself was the notion that he needed to take care of Sammy. He knew that Sam was okay and that he would always be okay. Because he’d gotten what he wanted. There was nothing more Dean could offer him.
With that thought, Dean felt his body relax in a way it hadn’t done in years. Not just an untensing of muscles. It was an untensing of duty, of fear, of watchfulness. It was a release of worry. It was a resignation of a post he’d been perched on, guarding since he was four years old. And Dean had never felt so calm, so peaceful in all his life. It was okay. The job was done and he could relax.
And to pour salt over the wound, so to speak, this song was played on the car radio while I was driving to work. Cue for more tears.'Kenangan Terindah', The Sweetest Memory - by Samson. When what was fated for me, is the best for you, you'll be the sweetest memory of my life. I know. Cheese with a capital C. Stop rolling your eyes.
Oh I need to cry with someone over this. Anyone? Please?
Andmunibunny. You probably shouldn't read this story.
When It's Over by
wynter_rebel.I hesitated to read this at first, not because it's gen, there're lots of gen fics that I read and love, but because of the whole set-up of the story. Not my usual SamandDean, and I'd usually steer clear from this type of fics. In fact I did stop after the first chapter, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. And it's higly rec'd by someone. So.
Finished the whole thing this morning. And I couldn't. Stop. Crying. The author said to bring tissues. Towels are more like it. Huge and fluffy ones, to soak up all the tears that I *guarantee* that you'll shed throughout the story. Especially in the last two chapters. I've never cried this hard reading a story before. Kind of hate the author a little for writing it.
Summary: After a horrible accident, Sam and Dean have to relearn what it is to be a family.
Yeah, it's Dean whummpage right from the word go. And oh, I wanted so badly to hate Sam in this story, but I couldn't. Because at the end of the day, you have to live your own dreams, your own life, and not someone else's. No matter how much you love that person.
A love story, not the Wincesty kind, but a love story all the same. And sometimes, sometimes that is the best kind.
That’s the reason he was okay with this. His whole life, the only thing he’d ever cared about more than life itself was the notion that he needed to take care of Sammy. He knew that Sam was okay and that he would always be okay. Because he’d gotten what he wanted. There was nothing more Dean could offer him.
With that thought, Dean felt his body relax in a way it hadn’t done in years. Not just an untensing of muscles. It was an untensing of duty, of fear, of watchfulness. It was a release of worry. It was a resignation of a post he’d been perched on, guarding since he was four years old. And Dean had never felt so calm, so peaceful in all his life. It was okay. The job was done and he could relax.
And to pour salt over the wound, so to speak, this song was played on the car radio while I was driving to work. Cue for more tears.'Kenangan Terindah', The Sweetest Memory - by Samson. When what was fated for me, is the best for you, you'll be the sweetest memory of my life. I know. Cheese with a capital C. Stop rolling your eyes.
Oh I need to cry with someone over this. Anyone? Please?
And
munibunny. You probably shouldn't read this story.
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-20 04:53 pm (UTC)many, many moons ago you kindly invited me to join you in the weeping - but so shortly after the s3 finale I couldn't for the love of god read this story again
But....BUT....now that in the "real world" (gosh, I am so sick!) all is well and happy again, the first thing - after watching the s4 premiere - was OF COURSE reading this story again.
Now, I am ready to weep!
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Date: 2008-09-20 06:19 pm (UTC)And this is the one fic that I could read over and over again :)
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Date: 2008-09-20 07:48 pm (UTC)I so know where you are coming from in terms of the "not quite alright" - but jeez, after s3, I really, really accept "breathing" and "walking around" for all well and happy right now.
But, hey, angels? C'mon they're gonna make it alright, right? RIGHT?
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Date: 2008-09-21 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-21 11:09 am (UTC)