This is way too much fun and it's adorable and Dean is just...It's nice to know some things never change, So I just enjoyed the ride and was having all kind of delightful girl on girl fun vicariously and then I got here:
“Another kid running around with our blood, Dean. Winchester blood.” Sam’s looking straight at him, now, not fidgeting, mouth a firm line. Not puppy-dog eyes, but still freaking clutching at Dean’s chest. And oh.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Sam breaks eye contact, looks down, away; anywhere but Dean.
Not that this is unfamiliar territory. Because as soon as Sam was old enough to think for himself, to question the whys and hows of Dad’s decisions, he’d done just that.
It’s just that Dean didn’t realize ‘til now what that means. That Sam would get this fucking upset over the thought of bringing one of them into the world, into their world. And fuck, that Sam has the belief that no matter who raised the kid, the fact that it was his would be enough to seal its fate.
And I just...broke. You broke me. And Dean broke me, because as much fun as he's having, he is not stupid and he is never unconcerned for Sam's welfare, and that just took this from a fun, fluffy, very hot and enjoyable bit of fiction to something a whole lot richer and deeper for me. And I thank you for it.
I think your user name is particularly apropos in this case [g].
...It's all fun and games until someone loses jurisdiction over their genetic code.
Yeah, it seems I'm unable to make a fic in this fandom (or come to think of it... any fandom) completely light-hearted, have to have some angst in there somewhere (username... yeah. hee). I'm really glad that worked for you.
And thanks for the complements on Dean! It's nice to know some things never change was pretty much the basis for my characterisation :D
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“Another kid running around with our blood, Dean. Winchester blood.” Sam’s looking straight at him, now, not fidgeting, mouth a firm line. Not puppy-dog eyes, but still freaking clutching at Dean’s chest. And oh.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Sam breaks eye contact, looks down, away; anywhere but Dean.
Not that this is unfamiliar territory. Because as soon as Sam was old enough to think for himself, to question the whys and hows of Dad’s decisions, he’d done just that.
It’s just that Dean didn’t realize ‘til now what that means. That Sam would get this fucking upset over the thought of bringing one of them into the world, into their world. And fuck, that Sam has the belief that no matter who raised the kid, the fact that it was his would be enough to seal its fate.
And I just...broke. You broke me. And Dean broke me, because as much fun as he's having, he is not stupid and he is never unconcerned for Sam's welfare, and that just took this from a fun, fluffy, very hot and enjoyable bit of fiction to something a whole lot richer and deeper for me. And I thank you for it.
I think your user name is particularly apropos in this case [g].
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Yeah, it seems I'm unable to make a fic in this fandom (or come to think of it... any fandom) completely light-hearted, have to have some angst in there somewhere (username... yeah. hee). I'm really glad that worked for you.
And thanks for the complements on Dean! It's nice to know some things never change was pretty much the basis for my characterisation :D
Thank YOU for the feedback :)