I love this. All the little descriptions littered throughout this fic is just... ♥
It doesn’t hit it, really, how much they’ve lost.
That line just connected with me especially when faced with this little description;
9/12/84: Blue Earth, ME. Missed Sammy’s first step.
and this:
“I know how to be careful, Dad,” Dean protests. “I won’t hurt myself.”
“Don’t touch them when I’m not watching. This isn’t a game,” John says, knowing that, from now on, he can’t let it be a game to his son. Sensing another protest coming, he adds, “Sammy might get hurt accidentally, son.”
Dean puts the gun down right away and drags the bag away to hide it himself.
Moar please!
It doesn’t hit it, really, how much they’ve lost.
That line just connected with me especially when faced with this little description;
9/12/84: Blue Earth, ME. Missed Sammy’s first step.
and this:
“I know how to be careful, Dad,” Dean protests. “I won’t hurt myself.”
“Don’t touch them when I’m not watching. This isn’t a game,” John says, knowing that, from now on, he can’t let it be a game to his son. Sensing another protest coming, he adds, “Sammy might get hurt accidentally, son.”
Dean puts the gun down right away and drags the bag away to hide it himself.
I need more. I love ur pre-series take on them :)