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19 July 2006 @ 11:16 pm
Supernatural Slash Fanfiction: Lost In The Sea Of Sky, Chapter 3/3  
Title: Lost in the Sea of Sky, Chapter 3/3
Author: HalfshellVenus
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Slash)
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: Losing the past and losing themselves…


x-x-x-x-x Chapter 3, Dean: Who We Were Meant To Be x-x-x-x-x

On the way back to the motel, Dean had the bright idea to call John. “Who knows, his voice might bring something back.”

“I should probably let him know we’ve been delayed,” Sam muttered in agreement.

Sam dialed, and went over the situation with their father. Then he handed over the phone and looked at Dean expectantly.

“Uh, hello?” Dean said.

“Sam says you don’t remember anything,” the voice in his ear said.

“Uh, no sir.” Dean answered.

“Well at least you haven’t forgotten your manners,” the man chuckled.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes sir, no sir—some of your training is still intact.”

Dean held the phone out and looked at it, disbelief registering on his face. “You call your father sir?” he whispered to Sam, hand over the mouthpiece.

“And so do you,” Sam whispered back. “He’s very big on that.”

Dean frowned, and returned the phone to his ear. “Yes sir, I suppose it is.”

“What do you think of Sam then?” the guy asked.

“Well, he’s uh… he’s kind of cute, I guess,” Dean said. He heard Sam choke. Sam jabbed his arm and made slashing motions across his own throat.

“What?” the voice said.

“I mean… it’s nice to have a little brother. A younger brother. A Sam...” Dean stumbled on as Sam rolled his eyes and took the phone away.

“Dad?” Sam asked. “I think we’d better go now. It sounds like Dean is wearing down.”

“He’s definitely confused,” John agreed. “Well, keep me posted.”

“Yes sir,” Sam said, and the conversation was over.

Dean sat down on the ground, lost in the nightmare world that supposedly was his life.

“Are you nuts, bringing that up?” Sam asked.

“Well, how was I supposed to know? You never told him?”

“Of course not! That’s not the kind of thing you tell anybodyespecially your Dad.”

“Okay, okay,” Dean muttered. “So now what?”

“I don’t know,” Sam sighed. ‘I can’t think of anything right now that will help you remember. And I can’t commit to any real work until you do. Maybe we should just chuck it for the rest of the afternoon. We’re really close to Glacier Park, and I’ve always wanted to see it. Let’s just be tourists for awhile.”

Now that sounded better than screwed-up phone conversations and witch-hunts—or vampire hunts, or whatever it was they did. They took some water and snacks from the motel room and loaded them in the car.

“Can I drive?” Dean asked.

“You probably shouldn’t. Head injury, amnesia. If you wind up hurting this car, you’ll kill me for it later when you remember.”

“Okay.” Dean didn’t see the troubled look on Sam’s face when he gave in so easily.

~*~

About thirty miles out of Kalispell, they began driving through Glacier Park. It was as beautiful as its reputation boasted. Forested groves at the edges of expansive low-grass meadows. Granite cliffs rising out of the trees toward the endless sky. They glimpsed a moose at the stream flowing out of the forest, and the road climbed and narrowed as the mountains got higher.

Just before a crest, Sam slowed the car down for a scattering of sheep standing on the road. As soon as the car stopped, the sheep approached and snuffled at the windows.

“Get rid of them!” Dean found himself saying.

Sam laughed. “They won’t hurt us—relax.”

Dean was not convinced. “Look at their eyes,” he said. “They’re evil—possessed or something. Satanic goats. Get rid of them!”

Sam just looked at him. “They’re not goats. They’re sheep. Mountain sheep. And this is what they always look like.”

“Then why won’t they go away?” Dean asked triumphantly.

Sam shook his head. “They probably smell salt in here or something. That’s all.”

Still, Dean was relieved when Sam eased the car forward and the clump of menacing wildlife parted to let them through.

The rest of the drive passed without incident, though Dean fell asleep halfway through the return journey. It was dark by the time they reached the motel again.

~*~

Sam’s cell phone rang halfway through the hamburgers they had bought at a nearby McDonald’s.

“Hello,” he said. “Yes, sir. No, not yet. I don’t know… What?... In Polson?... I can check it out tonight. Yes, after midnight. Okay, will do.”

“Was that Dad again?” Dean asked. How strange to call someone ‘Dad’ and have no mental image to go with it.

“Yeah—he has a job for me later tonight. About sixty miles from here. A zombie attack.”

“Seriously? A zombie?” Dean asked eagerly. He couldn’t help himself—it was like something out of a bad horror movie. He was dying to see if it was real.

“Yes,” Sam said cautiously. “You’re staying here, though.”

“Nothing doing,” Dean insisted. “What if you don’t come back? What if I’m left here for days with no money and no memory? Then what—I turn myself in to the police for help?”

A satisfying look of alarm crossed Sam’s face at that last suggestion. “All right,” Sam said grudgingly. “But you have to stay in the car.”

“Sure, sure,” Dean agreed. Anything to get a chance to come along. He wondered if Sam had a camera? They could make a fortune selling this kind of stuff to The National Enquirer.

He watched as Sam sat wearily on the other bed. “What is it?” he asked.

Sam breathed out noisily. “Nothing,” he said. “I just… I wish you remembered, that’s all.”

Dean had honestly wondered about the two of them, about how things had ever worked given the disagreements that cropped up even in the smallest conversations. He realized suddenly that he had no idea if this was how things usually were. Because he was not yet himself right now… and maybe this wasn’t Sam’s normal behavior either. He wasn’t quite the Dean that Sam was used to, not really the Dean that Sam was missing. “Must be kind of lonely,” Dean said slowly.

Sam turned his face away. “You don’t know the half of it,” he whispered. His posture was so bleak that Dean’s stomach grew heavy.

“Should we try something else?” Dean asked quietly. “To help me remember?” He grabbed at the first thing that came to mind. “What if you kissed me? Maybe that would bring it back.”

Sam looked over quickly, his face so anguished that Dean immediately regretted saying it. “This is already as much rejection as I can take, Dean.” Sam spoke as if his throat were coated with nails.

“Sorry,” Dean said, wishing he had more to offer. He felt sick with the weight of being so much to Sam while feeling none of it himself. He liked Sam well enough, but that was as far as his feelings went. And he had the distinct feeling that had they not been brothers, they wouldn’t have had much to say to each other. They were just too different.

Sam lay down, rolling on his side away from his brother. Dean had admired the lean, muscled length of that body earlier, Purely on an aesthetic basis he told himself, but it looked different and unimpressive at the moment. Legs pulled up and his body curled in close, Sam was a portrait of misery that Dean could not bear to witness.

~*~

Dean had drifted off again, and woke up to find Sam’s jacket draped over his chest. Sam was moving around the room, gathering supplies and checking the map again.

“What’s the water for?” Dean’s voice was still thick with sleep.

“For us,” Sam answered. “It’s kind of like setting up for a stakeout. We watch and wait until it’s time to move in.”

“Oh,” Dean said. He got up slowly, scratching his hair until he saw Sam’s quickly-hidden smile. “What?” he asked.

“Check the mirror,” Sam laughed softly.

Dean’s punked-out image greeted him in the bathroom, complete with a black t-shirt and dark circles under the eyes. “I’ll have you know this is all the rage in college towns,” Dean called out.

“Like you’d know,” Sam retorted. Dean shut the door and used the toilet. Smart ass, he thought. He washed up, combing his hair down with water and brushing his teeth for good measure.

Sam was already out at the car when Dean came out. The clock showed 9:30 now. “Want me to carry something?” he asked, as Sam came back in for his jacket.

“Nope—we’re good,” Sam said.

Ten minutes into the drive, Dean fell asleep to the quiet tinny thrash of some metal-heavy band Sam was into.

~*~

They parked on a road behind the cemetery, waiting as the time crept on toward midnight.

“So how does this go?” Dean asked.

“Well first, you stay in the car,” Sam said.

“I know already, I know.”

“Then I wait out-of-sight where I can see the rest of the cemetery, watch him heading out toward the middle of town.”

“And then?” Dean prodded.

“Then I blind him with the lantern, get him with the blow-torch or stab him if he gets too close, and then tie him up and burn him.”

Dean shuddered. “That’s just… gross,” he said.

Sam nodded, only half paying attention. “Everything about zombies is gross.”

“So when?” Dean asked.

Sam checked his watch. “Looks like it’s now,” he said. “Wish me luck. And lock the doors until it’s me.”

“Leave me the keys, just in case,” Dean said. He leaned back to wait, but found himself grabbing Sam’s arm as his brother was getting out of the car. “Sam… be careful,” Dean said.

It meant more than Dean expected, and probably less than Sam might hope for, but it was a step forward from where they had been. Dean wanted Sam to come back, for reasons that had nothing to do with his own predicament. He wanted it because it was Sam, because even with everything Dean had forgotten, Sam had still crept on in and made himself important all over again.

“I will,” Sam said softly. He looked at Dean, as if searching for a trace of what was missing. The sadness in his eyes lingered in Dean’s thoughts when Sam closed the door.

It was dark on that road, almost too dark to see once Sam was more than twenty yards away from the car. Dean moved over to the driver’s side, hoping to get a better view of his brother’s movements.

He couldn’t stop watching, couldn’t keep his nerves at bay. Sam might take this whole thing in stride, but it sounded incredibly dangerous. One wrong move—one little mistake—and Sam could wind up being a victim instead of a hero.

And it wasn’t like Dean remembered anything helpful, although he honestly wished he did. This wasn’t safe, and it wasn’t smart, and if it was easy then zombies would be Dead instead of Undead.

Dean fidgeted in the car, his eyes tracking back and forth across Sam and the forest surrounding his brother. He saw movement—a rolling ripple in the quality of the blackness—and when Sam turned he knew Sam saw it too.

His brother was poised, his movements swift and sure. Sam blinded and shot at the zombie in a quick sequence of motion. But something was off—Dean couldn’t put his finger on it—and then he saw the blackness shift again behind Sam’s back as another zombie stepped out to join the first.

Dean was out of the car before he knew it, opening the trunk and letting muscle memory guide him through the hidden stash of weapons. He picked up a 12-gauge, a wooden stake and a bottle of water and ran toward the danger that awaited his brother.

Sam was fighting off the second zombie now, while the first began lifting itself off the ground. He used the blowtorch, sending the smell of burnt flesh out into the night even as the zombie moved closer in spite of the heat.

Awareness rolled through Dean’s head like thunder, triggered by that disgusting, locked-away odor. He staggered under the flood of information ripping through his mind—unfocused and unordered, everything from overlapping details of Winchester knowledge to pieces of the past, his favorite color, Sam’s hatred of grape jelly. And then an important realization moved into the foreground. These were not zombies. They were not bothered by fire. And Sam’s methods probably wouldn’t work.

The second creature launched itself at Sam, flattening him and locking its hands on his throat. Dean sprang into action immediately. He fired at the first creature with the shotgun, the blast knocking it down to the ground. The second creature was too close to Sam for shooting. Dean scanned the area for possibilities, and finally grabbed the wooden stake in desperation. He jammed it down into the creature’s skull, encouraged by the squishy sound it made. The creature collapsed on Sam, crushing his limp body under its weight. Sam just lay there, so completely and horribly still.

Dean was torn between killing the other creature and checking on Sam. Instinct or training told him to take care of business first, so he used a fallen branch to finish the other one off. Then he gave in and followed his heart instead of his head.

Pulling the creature off his brother, Dean knelt down and checked Sam’s pulse. Still alive, still breathing, but so pale under the light of the midnight moon.

Dean gathered Sam up, running his free hand over Sam’s face. “Sam,” he said. “Sam, are you all right?” His restless fingers brushed over the bruises on Sam’s throat. “Sammy?” he pleaded.

Sam stirred slightly, his eyes still closed. “I told you to stay in the car,” he rasped out.

Dean pulled Sam close, ignoring Sam’s squeezed-out cough. “I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.” He rocked Sam like a child clutching a teddy bear after the nightmare’s end.

“They weren’t zombies,” Sam whispered hoarsely.

“I know,” Dean reassured him. “But we’re safe now. I killed them.”

“What do you mean, you know?” Sam asked.

“I remembered,” Dean said softly. “Right before the second one got you, it started coming back.” Dean’s heart tightened, knowing what he’d put Sam through. “I’m so sorry, Sammy.” He stroked Sam’s hair off his forehead. “For all of it, the whole last week. I’m sorry I didn’t come back all the way. I’m sorry you had to wait.” His voice caught at the look in Sam’s eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry I forgot all the things that mattered.”

“Do you remember us now?” Sam asked hesitantly.

Dean nodded, too embarrassed to meet Sam’s eyes. “I don’t know why it wouldn’t come to me before.”

Sam sighed. “Maybe this isn’t right for you anymore. Maybe you wanted to stop and just couldn’t tell me.”

“No, no Sammy-- I would never give this up! I couldn’t stand it if…” Dean fell silent. He’d said too much already.

“Then stop talking and show me,” Sam whispered, his voice rough and his eyes too bright.

And Dean did, leaning down to claim everything he’d lost. He kissed Sam breathless, chasing away doubt and loneliness and sorrow.

“I missed you,” Sam breathed. He touched Dean reverently, his hands finally home in the softness of Dean’s hair.

Dean’s lips kept speaking his apologies, his arms full of the only past and future he really needed.

Their language without words, their memories of themselves, flowed freely in the stillness all around them. They drifted together, remade again as one, under the expanse of the starlit sky.


-------- fin --------


 
 
 
The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on July 20th, 2006 06:41 am (UTC)
*flails*

*holds her boys close*

It's brilliant. Absolutely brilliant and I love you and you rock. Yesh.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Dean's Secrethalfshellvenus on July 20th, 2006 06:46 am (UTC)
Absolutely brilliant and I love you and you rock. Yesh.
Yay! The ones that take weeks to write are the hardest, definitely. So much work, making them evolve the right way.

Let's hope I can get that Oregon one written soon-- it's in disconnected scenes right now, which means not ready at all.

Glad you liked this one. Thank goodness for that trigger from 60_minute_fics! I've gotten great porns and standalones from those challenges, but this one was a real bonanza in terms of what it grew to be. :D
(no subject) - lady_shain on July 23rd, 2006 11:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - halfshellvenus on July 24th, 2006 04:51 am (UTC) (Expand)
moveablehistory on July 20th, 2006 06:57 am (UTC)
Oh. ♥

I have a secret fondness for amnesia!fic, and I love the way you've written it - Dean confused and achy for something he doesn't understand; Sam so lonely.

Lovely. Thank you. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 20th, 2006 10:53 pm (UTC)
I have a secret fondness for amnesia!fic, and I love the way you've written it - Dean confused and achy for something he doesn't understand; Sam so lonely.
I felt so bad for Sam here. When you lose everything that matters-- and yet the possibility of having it back is staring you in the face, so long as you don't scare it away-- every hour spent in Limbo would seem like an eternity.

So very glad you enjoyed this, and always thrilled to hear from you! :)
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bluesister on July 20th, 2006 07:26 am (UTC)
He wanted it because it was Sam, because even with everything Dean had forgotten, Sam had still crept on in and made himself important all over again.

The love! And thank you for a happy ending.
I'm for wine and the embrace of questionable womenmissyjack on July 20th, 2006 08:27 am (UTC)
you broke Sam and then you made him all better!

Y'know i sorta read the amnesia here as a mirror metaphor for the four years they spent apart - mirror coz then it was Sam who forgot.

Also - Satanic goats chortle!

And this ->

Their language without words, their memories of themselves, flowed freely in the stillness all around them.
beautiful image of their relationship.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 20th, 2006 08:20 pm (UTC)
you broke Sam and then you made him all better!
Thank goodness. Poor guy. Dean had it easy compared to Sam...

Y'know i sorta read the amnesia here as a mirror metaphor for the four years they spent apart - mirror coz then it was Sam who forgot.
Yes-- and there was an allusion to that, to whether Sam would cave in on himself in a sort of depression the way Dean likely did when he was gone. Especially since Sam now knows how Dean had felt about him all that time when he was oblivious to it himself. It's turnabout.

Also - Satanic goats chortle!
:D I've been to Glacier Park, and though those things are technically sheep, they look exactly like long-haired goats. And they have evil yellow eyes with slits in them. Just... brr! Creepy!

beautiful image of their relationship.
Thank you so much! That was added last night-- the ending needed something 'more'. Odd how sometimes that's what brings the poetry out for me-- those moments that need stretching or reinforcement. Hope it worked!
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 20th, 2006 10:38 pm (UTC)
Awww, Sammy. That made my heart ache.
I think he made the wiser choice, too. If Dean still hadn't remembered, the trauma would really have hurt.

The ending was so sweet. Glad Sam got *his* Dean back. :)
:D I'm not cruel enough to leave them broken-- at least not in this story.

So glad you liked it. Thank you!
Skywalker-Winchester: supernatural_brothers05  jsie_iconsanakin415 on July 20th, 2006 11:56 am (UTC)
my heart was slowly breaking through out this story then you mended it back quite nicely. great story
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 20th, 2006 10:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, Anakin. I'm glad it worked from both sides-- both the ache and then the remedy. ♥
(Anonymous) on July 20th, 2006 12:46 pm (UTC)
This was awesome. Funny and brilliant and touching. I liked the mirror-imaga p.o.v., the detail, the dialog, the everything.
Thanks so much,
DC
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean slashhalfshellvenus on July 20th, 2006 10:41 pm (UTC)
Thanks DC! Glad you found time to read this one. And I'm glad someone mentioned the humor-- there's a lot of it here, even though it's flanked by angst in a lot of places.

:D Can't believe you still don't have an LJ account! But then again, you DO visit me anyway, so I suppose it all works out. ;)

*Cheers!*
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mooyoo: Dean/Sam almost kissmooyoo on July 20th, 2006 06:38 pm (UTC)
I have to run in a minute, so I'll try to come back later and leave proper feedback, but for the moment: yay! Loved it. Like I said, I have a think for amnesia!fic, and I really like the resolution of this one - I love how it was truly like the old Dean was gone for a while (poor Sam, having lost him), and interesting that it was the hunting more than anything else, that helped him come back. One of the other things I always wonder about when I read these kinds of stories is what it's like when the memory does come back, what it's like to remember that period when there was no other memory, etc.

And I'm just rambling now. Anyway. Liked this a lot. Gotta run, will try to come back later and leave some better feedback :p
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 11:03 pm (UTC)
but for the moment: yay! Loved it.
Yay! That's what I want to hear!

Glad you like amnesia!fic too. It can be fun to work with-- suprisingly so here. And that writing prompt tempted me into a couple of "24"-based things as well. :0

One of the other things I always wonder about when I read these kinds of stories is what it's like when the memory does come back, what it's like to remember that period when there was no other memory, etc.
I'm sure everyone handles it differently, and factually I'm not sure how it goes from person-to-person. I'd expect that when you recover your memory, you'd remember both the past AND those recent events (including you without your memory, which probably would start to seem like a dream very quickly). One thing that seems to be consistent is that amnesia victims remember basics of "life," but not their own past. So, you might remember how to drive a car, or what a television is, but not even know your own name. How frustrating would that be? It would be like reading an entire story where the main character is missing-- except that here, the story is your life and the main character is you.

Intriguingly bizarre, I think. Well, glad you liked it. Yay! :D
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Are we back to hos over bros?: Samlissa_bear on July 20th, 2006 06:59 pm (UTC)
Ok, so I was retarded and I didn't read the header or any of the info before I clicked on this link. Basically all I saw was Sam/Dean slash and I barged on in and started reading. And I was like, "Hmm, when did Dean lose his memory? Oh well, whatever." and just kep on reading. And then when I got to the bottom and clicked on the link to leave a comment, it shot me back up to the top of the post and I read "3/3" and I was like, "oh...well...that makes a lot more sense now, doesn't it?" But then I didn't wanna go read the other chapters because I thought that there was no way that they could live up to this one in all of it's hilarity and hearbreakingly beautiful glory, but I went back and read the other two and they did not disappoint! They were equally as wonderful as this one! Such beautiful Sam voice! And my favorite bit was Dean's confusion at their calling their dad "sir".
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 11:07 pm (UTC)
Oh, poor Elissa! You read the story inside-out! Although I must say, you're both forgiving and flexible if you're willing to overlook a major lack of exposition of "Wait, what? Amnesia?" :D

because I thought that there was no way that they could live up to this one in all of it's hilarity and hearbreakingly beautiful glory,
*Squee!* Oops, back to the comments...

Such beautiful Sam voice! And my favorite bit was Dean's confusion at their calling their dad "sir".
Whee! I am so flying in my desk chair reading these words. Oh, I'm glad you liked it. And poor tortured Sam, and also Dean who finally (by hook and crook) gets a clear perspective on the weird that is their life. Which he'll lose immediately, now that his memory's back, but oh well. :0

Thank you, Elissa! ♥
Entendre? Make mine a double.: SN brothers beauty both by marishnadeirdre_c on July 20th, 2006 09:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, yay! I have such a soft-spot for amnesia!fic. Such a great device for exploring a relationship, and you do a really nice job here.

And you bring the funny! The whole phone call with John made me giggle!:
Dean held the phone out and looked at it, disbelief registering on his face. “You call your father sir?” he whispered to Sam, hand over the mouthpiece.
“And so do you,” Sam whispered back. “He’s very big on that.”

Hee!

Thanks so much for sharing, hon!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 11:34 pm (UTC)
And you bring the funny! The whole phone call with John made me giggle!:
There's a lot of humor here, kind of sandwiched around the angst! SammyAngst!

Oh, I had such fun with that phone call. Especially Dean dropping that comment about Sam being kind of cute, like John was looking for that answer. :0

So glad you liked this, deirdre. Thank you! Have a great time in Florida. :D
sasword on July 21st, 2006 05:27 pm (UTC)
<3 Loved it. Thanks for making a sweltering day that bit more bearable :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 11:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! Oy-- it's sweltering here too (and days and days of more just waiting)

It's nice to entertain someone out of a heat-wave funk. Not much ELSE is going to help. :0 :D
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Joana: [sn] Sammy bloody maryseewhoiam on July 21st, 2006 05:33 pm (UTC)
woah. This is just great.
Poor Sammy!!
Yay for happy endings :):)
Can´t wait to read more from you.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 11:38 pm (UTC)
Poor Sammy!!
Yay for happy endings :):)

I just couldn't leave him like that. When I wrote the initial part for the 60-minute-fics challenge it was actually complete, but... how could I end it without fixing poor Sam? Hence, two more chapters. :)

Can´t wait to read more from you.
:D Yay! This is what ever writer wants to hear. Thank you! :)
you take 'em away from this prose: supernatural: dean - you know how we do__rini on July 21st, 2006 05:36 pm (UTC)
Ten minutes into the drive, Dean fell asleep to the quiet tinny thrash of some metal-heavy band Sam was into.

That hit me particularly hard ;__; Dean not into his music? And Sammy trying to make him remember-slash-remember him?

I loved the mirror-image pov, and I've got a secret love for amnesia!fic.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 11:43 pm (UTC)
Oh, how much do I love that you noticed that little detail. Yes-- Sam was hoping it would trigger something off, and instead Dean thinks that Sam likes that kind of music. :(

and I've got a secret love for amnesia!fic.
It seems a lot of people do-- I'm surprised how many. But very happy about it, yessiree. :D

Thank you, rini!
(no subject) - __rini on July 22nd, 2006 02:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
GirlOnFiresacrilicious on July 21st, 2006 05:59 pm (UTC)
Beautiful, just beautiful. I think you're one of the most lyrical writers in the fandom. Everything is like poetry.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 11:44 pm (UTC)
I think you're one of the most lyrical writers in the fandom. Everything is like poetry.
*thud* *iz ded from the happy*

Thank you so much! And I'm glad this one was worthy as well. :D
has hope, if not faith: spn sam upsetsaekokato on July 21st, 2006 06:10 pm (UTC)
Ten minutes into the drive, Dean fell asleep to the quiet tinny thrash of some metal-heavy band Sam was into.

Owie.

He rocked Sam like a child clutching a teddy bear after the nightmare’s end.

Owie again.

Deany! Sammy! *whimper*

(this kicked so much butt! Whee!)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on July 22nd, 2006 04:59 am (UTC)
Owie.
Ooh-- the second person to notice this detail, and that his own music does nothing to bring Dean back.

Owie again.
So much better for poor Sam, though. Finally, he can stop waiting and aching.

So glad you liked this! Butt-kicking-- yes! A worthy entry for the 50 States challenge! :) Thank you!