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It's sad to think that the boys can never have a normal life with everything that is chasing them. Really great OneShot here!

Oh, wow.

I'm kind of a little bit speechless.

What a beautiful parallel you've drawn! I loved the subtle hints of utterly deep angst you've created in this piece. It's great to see authors explore Dean's terrible burden of protecting Sam. Thanks for writing!

That was lovely, if painful. Dean's calming the deer by talking to it and touching it before releasing it was wonderful. I just found this story and I think other reviewers have done a much better job of putting into words how good this story is.

As usual, you managed to squeeze all the emotion and intuition of a whole story into a little one-shot. This was very sweet, and sad, thank you for posting it.

Kelly

Simple but poignant. I don't know how Dean is going to survive the responsibility that has been thrust upon him, but this story is a fabulous illistration of his pain.

I'm working my way thru your fic tonight - can you tell? ;-) Lovely job with this piece. I like your writing style. Sparse, but not too sparse. Good details, and good observations.

** His little brother was slumped against the window, blanketed by shadows. His face was lax, his hands limp in his lap. He was silent. Asleep.

Melts… and not just cos of this damned heat! *lol*

** Dean took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck. The future scared him. Somehow, they’d gone from being the hunters to being the hunted.

Oh yeah, that curdles my blood right there. These simple lines encapsulate so much that has turned second series so dark. I love it, and it scares me at the same time.

** Dean stomped on the brakes and swerved to the left, just barely missing the open door of a red sports car. The Impala’s nose dove to the ground as the tires slid over the pavement, filling the air with the putrid stink of burning rubber. “Jesus!” he yelled as the Impala rocked backward on her haunches. “What the hell?”

You make me *smell* the rubber, girl. No-one else does this quite like you. I’m copying you, you know. Trying, trying to come even close to this level.

** Sam lowered his gaze to the deer, his eyes large and dark in the pale light.

Oh girl, I can’t help but see the similarities here between that deer and Sam. And I know you meant for me to get this, yet I love the subtle way you have it play out. Dean doesn’t consciously recognize how big and doe eyed Sam is… yet, I get it – and it’s like a knife through my heart. *whimper*

** Moonlight glinted off its protruding eyes, reflecting snowy clouds of pain and agony. Fear. Helplessness. Searching blindly for mercy.
Searching for mercy.
“If I turn into something I’m not, you have to kill me. Please. You're the only one who can do it. Promise. Dean, please."

God, this makes me ache for Dean. It is what Sam seeks, mercy in the face of the most awful of destinies… Dean is the only one who Sam can trust to look after him, and… and… oh god, this brutal analogy hammers home Dean’s responsibility. The poor boy, he carries so much. Too much. *cries*

** When the time finally came, Sam would live to see a new dawn, Dean would make sure of it.

I love Dean’s conviction, but I fear his naivety as well. It may not ultimately be up to him, and he has to know that. The dark tone of this fic and Dean's quietness at the end demonstrates that he does -- intimately.

** The deer groaned, a low, gurgling sound of suffering and readiness.

*cries* This ultimate act of mercy is beautiful in all its awfulness, but it’s the analogy that wrecks me. Dean would *never* do this to Sam. Yet what if they are in a situation where to not do it is the cruelest alternative? Is there ever a point at which there is no hope? This story revisits that deep fear I hold about what the future may bring for the brothers, especially for Sam. But my heart breaks the most for Dean, because to lose his little brother -- to have to kill him -- would be worse than death itself.

Oh, ow. Um, but that was brilliant. So good. And darn, would you believe my mom had a deer hit her car last week and we have to put it in to get fixed next week? It's still drivable though and she's fine, and the deer ran off she thinks. But sheesh, fic imitating life, wow. This was so well done though, and poor Dean, having to bear the brunt of the secret and two requests to kill the one thing that matters the most to him. Have I mentioned that I love your writing? Because I really do. This just flowed so nicely. And my heart was with that woman, and poor you, because I guess you had the run in with the opossum, and a little while back I had a run in with possibly a squirrel, though it disappeared when I went back. And now I'm blathering, so I'll just add really great job and thanks so much for sharing this. And hope you have a wonderful weekend :) Take it easy.

Interesting parallel to Sam and the deer. Putting something out of its misery - what becomes humane? What is unfair? You never want to see something suffer, do you?

Wow. Awesome. Catch ya on the flip side.

Oh, really good!! We see a lot of dear around here and I live in fear of hitting one. I know Dean had to do what he did, but I don't believe he'd do it to Sam...ever.

that's so sad...very good story. :(

Jeesh just cut my friggin heart out. I so hate for something to be in pain cause I know I don't have the balls to do what Dean did. I swear my heart is torn into tiny little pieces by the end of each season, each show and each story for that boy.