Poor Sammy...

Loved it!

Lg Luna

Argh... that's ... that's - horrible!

Poor Sam! Poor Dean!

Yay, you - cos for all the sadness - nice one!

sigh. awesome!

WOW! That was absolutely AMAZING! I thought Dean had really died, man. THat was really really really really times a trillion awesome! That was really great. I LOVED it!

OMG. That was great. Sad, but great. :(

I love the descriptions you use, so visual.

"The rotting house still surrounds him with its slow decay but nothing registers. A rushing sound like the sea against rocks flows over him. There is the smell of salt and incense"

"like a name—coming in as an indistinct drone as if through many layers of cotton"

There are other but I'd be quoting most the story!

Very nice story.

That was a great story! You really had me believing in the 'angel' Dean, and then to have the real Dean come in: "sweating and covered in filth, dust and cobweb strands clinging to his jacket." You did a great job of creating an extremely detailed visual, and then shattering the first images and replacing them with reality. That was really good!

Oh the angst. That hurt it was so painful. When Dean said 'Let's go. We'll sleep now' I was nearly blubbing with Sam. And then the knowledge at the end that it won't be okay ever ...even after death. There won't be peace and light.

I loved this. And I love Sam too. :-)