My heart is aching. Truly, I was not able to close this tab without leaving a little note first.
I have been in and out of Supernatural for the past few months, and this was the first fic I've read in months now, as shameful as it is. I saw the promise of angst and I was drawn right back in, and I wasn't disappointed.
The fluidity of Sam's memories, how visceral they were, sucked me in right away. And as the story continued, my heart grew heavier, because I was trying to ready myself for the inevitable leap off the cliff and into heartbreak. You filled me with hope at Sam asking, even more when Dean agreed, and then vacuumed my heart straight out of my chest with "Gonna pretend you’re Megan Fox."
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Date: 2016-12-17 02:19 am (UTC)I have been in and out of Supernatural for the past few months, and this was the first fic I've read in months now, as shameful as it is. I saw the promise of angst and I was drawn right back in, and I wasn't disappointed.
The fluidity of Sam's memories, how visceral they were, sucked me in right away. And as the story continued, my heart grew heavier, because I was trying to ready myself for the inevitable leap off the cliff and into heartbreak. You filled me with hope at Sam asking, even more when Dean agreed, and then vacuumed my heart straight out of my chest with "Gonna pretend you’re Megan Fox."
I'm devastated. Thank you.