This is just. Exquisite. Your characterisations are superbly rich. I think you have made me love Sam and Dean EVEN MORE, the way you unpack them like infinite, heartbreaking little matryoshka dolls.
I'm not always one for the deeply angsty fic because it makes me feel miserable, but this is so beautifully poised between happiness and despair (Sam taking pleasure in amnesiac Dean's unfettered joy, even as he grieves for the traits that have been lost, their shared past, their brotherness), each whetting the other, and I just relished every bit of it.
And this: “Okay, Sammy.” So affecting - always so affecting - but especially after amnesiac Dean's use of Samuel.
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Date: 2009-03-01 08:40 pm (UTC)I'm not always one for the deeply angsty fic because it makes me feel miserable, but this is so beautifully poised between happiness and despair (Sam taking pleasure in amnesiac Dean's unfettered joy, even as he grieves for the traits that have been lost, their shared past, their brotherness), each whetting the other, and I just relished every bit of it.
And this:
“Okay, Sammy.”
So affecting - always so affecting - but especially after amnesiac Dean's use of Samuel.
Gorgeous, gorgeous fic. I loved it.