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crack_van2011-02-24 10:22 am
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Anabiosis by whereupon (pg-13)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: gen
Length: 25,800 words
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whereupon
Author Website:whereupon
Why this must be read:
This is an utterly gorgeous and bleak casefile set between Nightshifter and Born Under a Bad Sign. Sam thinks they've hit bottom and is just trying to hang on, and Dean's trying to bear up under it all and keep them both afloat, but Sam can see the cracks in his facade. They have no idea what's coming, but we do, and the story uses that to create a sense of foreboding that lingers long after it's over.
Acting normal is so much damned work; it would be really nice if Dean could just take his word that things are okay, since they clearly aren't.
Dean's only had four more years than he has to master this, to get so good at it that Sam only catches the edges of his grief, and only ever when Dean's too tired or too badly hurt to care or to notice that for one awful moment, Sam understands everything he's not saying, everything he's hiding, everything he's trying to keep to himself.
That Sam forgets it during the times between is something for which he's not sure he's able to forgive himself. Not that that keeps him from doing it almost every single time.
When he was sixteen, his hands had been slippery with Dean's blood, Dean's eyes half-closed as Sam tried to keep pressure on his chest and shouted at their father to drive faster, faster, faster. At the hospital, waiting to find out whether his brother would make it through surgery, Sam had told himself that if Dean lived, Sam was going to get the hell out of this life the first chance he got. Dean could stay if he wanted, but Sam wasn't going to stick around to watch him die.
Seven years later and it's going to be Sam who gets Dean killed. Even Dean goes willingly, even if Dean goes out smiling, even if he grins as he carves out his own heart for Sam, it still counts as getting his brother killed.
It doesn't matter how many people Sam saves if he loses Dean in the process.
The sky is silver and unmappable, one great dull expanse; against it the branches of the trees are silhouettes snarled with thorns. Sam's four years and a lifetime behind and he wonders if he'll ever catch up before it's too late, if he'll get this right while there's still time enough for it to matter.
They're pulling out of the parking lot when the first drops of rain hit the windshield.
Anabiosis bywhereupon
Don't forget to let the author know if you enjoy the story!
~*~
Pairing: gen
Length: 25,800 words
Author on LJ:
whereuponAuthor Website:
whereuponWhy this must be read:
This is an utterly gorgeous and bleak casefile set between Nightshifter and Born Under a Bad Sign. Sam thinks they've hit bottom and is just trying to hang on, and Dean's trying to bear up under it all and keep them both afloat, but Sam can see the cracks in his facade. They have no idea what's coming, but we do, and the story uses that to create a sense of foreboding that lingers long after it's over.
Acting normal is so much damned work; it would be really nice if Dean could just take his word that things are okay, since they clearly aren't.
Dean's only had four more years than he has to master this, to get so good at it that Sam only catches the edges of his grief, and only ever when Dean's too tired or too badly hurt to care or to notice that for one awful moment, Sam understands everything he's not saying, everything he's hiding, everything he's trying to keep to himself.
That Sam forgets it during the times between is something for which he's not sure he's able to forgive himself. Not that that keeps him from doing it almost every single time.
When he was sixteen, his hands had been slippery with Dean's blood, Dean's eyes half-closed as Sam tried to keep pressure on his chest and shouted at their father to drive faster, faster, faster. At the hospital, waiting to find out whether his brother would make it through surgery, Sam had told himself that if Dean lived, Sam was going to get the hell out of this life the first chance he got. Dean could stay if he wanted, but Sam wasn't going to stick around to watch him die.
Seven years later and it's going to be Sam who gets Dean killed. Even Dean goes willingly, even if Dean goes out smiling, even if he grins as he carves out his own heart for Sam, it still counts as getting his brother killed.
It doesn't matter how many people Sam saves if he loses Dean in the process.
The sky is silver and unmappable, one great dull expanse; against it the branches of the trees are silhouettes snarled with thorns. Sam's four years and a lifetime behind and he wonders if he'll ever catch up before it's too late, if he'll get this right while there's still time enough for it to matter.
They're pulling out of the parking lot when the first drops of rain hit the windshield.
Anabiosis by
whereuponDon't forget to let the author know if you enjoy the story!
~*~
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