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  1. This is what I get for not regularly checking AO3: I end up missing gems like these. I remember this fic and reading it, still feel honored I could somehow inspire something as wonderful as this.

    A few pieces jumped at me as I have the fun rereading this like it was the very first time:

    He pressed fingers against his temples until it felt like he’d bore right through his skin, but the lazy, nauseating throb continued to beat against his skull. He concentrated instead on not throwing up, a possibly more hopeful endeavor, because the last time he had vomited had nearly done him in. The involuntary tears had kept falling long after his stomach queasily calmed again. Now, he just felt sick. Sick and hurt. Hurt and miserable. Wanting very badly to go somewhere quiet and sleep. Home.

    --While we don't get a name, there's a hint of whom it might be and already that something significant happened off screen.

    Home?

    --There's something so plaintive and longing with that isolated and simple sentence.

    But who was Sam?

    --it felt like this perfectly echoed Sam's arc throughout all of Supernatural.

    “Next time leave a forwarding address. Took me a while to figure out which hospital they’d taken you to.”

    --And boom! Without a name, the reader immediately identify the person. You have his voice down perfectly.

    He’d almost forgotten there was a person attached to this feeling of…safety? Comfort? Home, Sam decided, and wondered at the choice. His brother, whose last name was as lost as Sam’s, but who was warmth and solidity and, “Dean? I can’t remember.”

    --I loved how this sums up the brothers and who they are to each other, especially to Sam.

    A quick breath of relief. “Are we good then?”

    --And this gave us a hint of the emotional conflicts Dean must have had with Sam then: what was norm for him, wasn't for Sam and he was constantly aware of that and whether Sam truly was okay with it.

    The rest was just words.

    --This brought everything full circle. Loved it!

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    1. Hey, you!

      Do you remember this fic? :) Quite a few more of my fics have your fingerprints on them, if I would've kept better track, from dozens of conversations in con hotel rooms and lobbies and over tea and in emails. But at least this one I could make official.

      Thank you, cherie.
      Love, K

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