So you really made me tear and flail over here. I mean. *FLAILS* Oh God, that bit with the birthday, IT KILLS ME. Poor Dean! Poor Sammy! I want to tape up their poor little broken hearts FOREVER.
And this moment:
"Not really," Sam replies quickly. "I mean… you'd have gotten along, I think. But she wasn't… your kind of girl."
Dean is quiet for a minute. "That's good, Sammy."
Oh, Dean. Dean. You are so wonderful.
I love what you've done here, the love for BOTH of them that Sam has, that he works through, that he remembers. It's a different kind of grieving in both parts, but he's feeling it in both. Agh. It hurts so much. It's good, it's beautiful and I LOVE IT, but gah, it hurts.
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Date: 2007-04-30 03:05 am (UTC)And this moment:
"Not really," Sam replies quickly. "I mean… you'd have gotten along, I think. But she wasn't… your kind of girl."
Dean is quiet for a minute. "That's good, Sammy."
Oh, Dean. Dean. You are so wonderful.
I love what you've done here, the love for BOTH of them that Sam has, that he works through, that he remembers. It's a different kind of grieving in both parts, but he's feeling it in both. Agh. It hurts so much. It's good, it's beautiful and I LOVE IT, but gah, it hurts.