Promised Land. Author Anon, written for
spn_summergen. Gen, PG, 3800 words.
Summary : It's been fifteen years since Dean and Sam first settled in the lush pasturelands of Montana, and some days Dean is still amazed they ended up here.
I love this. Future fic, and while most of my favourite curtain!fics are of the Sam/Dean variety, this is them staying on together because they're brothers and they love each other and this story is just about them. No wives, no kids, no best friends. Just Sam and Dean and their horses and their farmhouse. It's quiet and peaceful and it makes me feel warm and happy and good.
On the last Thursday in October, with winter blowing its first cool breath over the land, Dean Winchester wakes with the sunrise, feeling the sort of peace he's only really begun to know during the last few years of his life. He stands for a while on the edge of his front porch, steaming cup of coffee in hand, watching the sunlight spill across the hilltop pastures. The land is changing its textures, its designs, and every morning Dean notices the new sharp, bold colors of the surrounding hills and valleys, thick with the reds, browns, and yellows of autumn.
ETA : And the author is ... (((((
nyoka ))))) \o/
Summary : It's been fifteen years since Dean and Sam first settled in the lush pasturelands of Montana, and some days Dean is still amazed they ended up here.
I love this. Future fic, and while most of my favourite curtain!fics are of the Sam/Dean variety, this is them staying on together because they're brothers and they love each other and this story is just about them. No wives, no kids, no best friends. Just Sam and Dean and their horses and their farmhouse. It's quiet and peaceful and it makes me feel warm and happy and good.
On the last Thursday in October, with winter blowing its first cool breath over the land, Dean Winchester wakes with the sunrise, feeling the sort of peace he's only really begun to know during the last few years of his life. He stands for a while on the edge of his front porch, steaming cup of coffee in hand, watching the sunlight spill across the hilltop pastures. The land is changing its textures, its designs, and every morning Dean notices the new sharp, bold colors of the surrounding hills and valleys, thick with the reds, browns, and yellows of autumn.
ETA : And the author is ... (((((
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Date: 2010-09-03 04:26 pm (UTC)Thank you again! Your words mean a lot ♥
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Date: 2010-09-03 10:37 pm (UTC)Thank you!