Nicely done! I really like the narrative voice here, and the mix of angst and humor.
Favorite lines:
Big brothers hell-bent on spending their last breath looking out for their gigantic little brothers just don’t do that.
Except when they totally do.
The bastard.
*g* The opening paragraphs of this story work so well, grabbing the reader right away.
popcorn it took him nearly twenty minutes to get from the blonde at the concession stand
It’s amazing how slow movie concession stands are.
Though, I did manage to hook you up. She’s got a friend, into guys with big feet.
LOL!
“And for your information, I wasn’t talking to her breasts,” Dean sniped. “I was ogling them.
ROTFLOL! At least he’s honest. *snickers*
Seems like Winchester plans are never as well-laid as Dean.
LOL!
At any rate, what’s supposed, according to the first aid gurus, to be a shout and a subtle shake turns into Sam making some weird keening noise that resonates behind his eyes while he shakes Dean hard enough to give him whiplash.
Oh, Sam. This image breaks my heart.
Sam knows better than to look. That phrase has never gotten him anything but trouble, but of course, he looks.
*g*
“Winchesters don’t have glory days. We have momentary lapses in destiny.”
*snickers* Sam’s not exactly glass-half-full, is he?
It’s Sam’s whole world inside a cracked snow globe seeping out onto the ground.
Great analogy.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Dean asks, ripping his hand out of Sam’s grip.
LOL! This is so Dean.
A couple days in ICU and a couple months of light duty should have Dean in tip-top shape again right about the time the hounds come for him.
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Favorite lines:
Big brothers hell-bent on spending their last breath looking out for their gigantic little brothers just don’t do that.
Except when they totally do.
The bastard.
*g* The opening paragraphs of this story work so well, grabbing the reader right away.
popcorn it took him nearly twenty minutes to get from the blonde at the concession stand
It’s amazing how slow movie concession stands are.
Though, I did manage to hook you up. She’s got a friend, into guys with big feet.
LOL!
“And for your information, I wasn’t talking to her breasts,” Dean sniped. “I was ogling them.
ROTFLOL! At least he’s honest. *snickers*
Seems like Winchester plans are never as well-laid as Dean.
LOL!
At any rate, what’s supposed, according to the first aid gurus, to be a shout and a subtle shake turns into Sam making some weird keening noise that resonates behind his eyes while he shakes Dean hard enough to give him whiplash.
Oh, Sam. This image breaks my heart.
Sam knows better than to look. That phrase has never gotten him anything but trouble, but of course, he looks.
*g*
“Winchesters don’t have glory days. We have momentary lapses in destiny.”
*snickers* Sam’s not exactly glass-half-full, is he?
It’s Sam’s whole world inside a cracked snow globe seeping out onto the ground.
Great analogy.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Dean asks, ripping his hand out of Sam’s grip.
LOL! This is so Dean.
A couple days in ICU and a couple months of light duty should have Dean in tip-top shape again right about the time the hounds come for him.
Sam sighs and starts walking back to the car.
Now, that’s ironic.
It is, it really is.
Oh, boys.