Oh, girl. Shit. Damnit fuck, this is so much better than the stupid-ass sloppy porn I was thinking about, holy god yes.
So beautiful, the way you write, with his tensing arm, and the soft-lit hair on his arms, and doesn’t matter so much, when they all live in each other's skin anyhow. YES, and A stiff wind'd get you going,, YES, dear god John...his voice is *right on*, especially at the end when he tells Dean to sleep...and you've made a statement here with the whole feeling of the piece...
okay, so they are all brothers and father, family, but there is something else they are too, and it's like...this tumble of survivors, which makes for all these little strange confusions and disassociations and isolations between them. I feel them gravitate towards one another, but there is still this *unfamiliarity* between them, like Dean and Sam cannot really grasp there father, and he cannot really be a father in return, not fully. I can't explain it, but it's here. I love how Dean wants to wake Sammy, how close and warm they are, Sammy-Dean. So lovely, I can't get over them.
God and he's crying, and I believe it, and you skated an edge with BAD!WINCEST, which makes it the *best* kind, because omg, they're all men and this kind of thing would happen!...and and...
okay, so they are all brothers and father, family, but there is something else they are too, and it's like...this tumble of survivors, which makes for all these little strange confusions and disassociations and isolations between them. I feel them gravitate towards one another, but there is still this *unfamiliarity* between them, like Dean and Sam cannot really grasp there father, and he cannot really be a father in return, not fully. I can't explain it, but it's here.
...yeah, that's about it, isn't it? I wasn't thinking about it in as clear terms as that when I wrote it, but hooray for it coming through nonetheless!!
YOU LIKE IT. YOU REALLY LIKE IT!
They're all men. Manly men. Except for the canonical crying and bed-sharing and mothering and whatnot. Yep.
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So beautiful, the way you write, with his tensing arm, and the soft-lit hair on his arms, and doesn’t matter so much, when they all live in each other's skin anyhow. YES, and A stiff wind'd get you going,, YES, dear god John...his voice is *right on*, especially at the end when he tells Dean to sleep...and you've made a statement here with the whole feeling of the piece...
okay, so they are all brothers and father, family, but there is something else they are too, and it's like...this tumble of survivors, which makes for all these little strange confusions and disassociations and isolations between them. I feel them gravitate towards one another, but there is still this *unfamiliarity* between them, like Dean and Sam cannot really grasp there father, and he cannot really be a father in return, not fully. I can't explain it, but it's here. I love how Dean wants to wake Sammy, how close and warm they are, Sammy-Dean. So lovely, I can't get over them.
God and he's crying, and I believe it, and you skated an edge with BAD!WINCEST, which makes it the *best* kind, because omg, they're all men and this kind of thing would happen!...and and...
Still, so damn hot it hurts...guh.
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...yeah, that's about it, isn't it? I wasn't thinking about it in as clear terms as that when I wrote it, but hooray for it coming through nonetheless!!
YOU LIKE IT. YOU REALLY LIKE IT!
They're all men. Manly men. Except for the canonical crying and bed-sharing and mothering and whatnot. Yep.
Thank you :)