Wow, wow, wow. It started after Dad died, which isn't true at all. There's never been anything but oxygen between them, never been a time when there wasn't so much love and need between them Sam couldn't breathe, Sam bleeding into Dean, Dean into Sam, lines and boundaries and space for other people, for people who haven't made a life in the darkness, I love you said in the gleam of a knife, in scars Dean took that should have been Sam's, people who hadn't brought their brother back to life, mouth against mouth, Sam's air Dean's until he didn't need it, for people who hadn't ever gone to their knees in a parking lot and thrown up, remembering their girlfriend's smile and how she'd burned, and only Dean's hand on his back had held Sam there, made it possible to keep going.
I loved everything about his fic, but the paragraph above was so meaningful.
We hear about appropriate boundaries for individuals, and for family units, but Sam and Dean never had that choice. This one segment really highlights so much of their relationship, and I keep reading it over and over, aching for Dean while he gives his entire self to Sam, and for Sam who understands exactly what his brother gives up for him.
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Date: 2007-04-29 01:02 am (UTC)It started after Dad died, which isn't true at all. There's never been anything but oxygen between them, never been a time when there wasn't so much love and need between them Sam couldn't breathe, Sam bleeding into Dean, Dean into Sam, lines and boundaries and space for other people, for people who haven't made a life in the darkness, I love you said in the gleam of a knife, in scars Dean took that should have been Sam's, people who hadn't brought their brother back to life, mouth against mouth, Sam's air Dean's until he didn't need it, for people who hadn't ever gone to their knees in a parking lot and thrown up, remembering their girlfriend's smile and how she'd burned, and only Dean's hand on his back had held Sam there, made it possible to keep going.
I loved everything about his fic, but the paragraph above was so meaningful.
We hear about appropriate boundaries for individuals, and for family units, but Sam and Dean never had that choice. This one segment really highlights so much of their relationship, and I keep reading it over and over, aching for Dean while he gives his entire self to Sam, and for Sam who understands exactly what his brother gives up for him.
This is a masterpiece. I loved it.