|Reviews for And Fools Shine On|
| BlueJude chapter 7 . 11/4/2015
I loved this! Those boy's angst is what I live on and this was perfect! Thanks so much for the story. I found the situation very intriguing!
| SGAavidreader chapter 7 . 6/10/2015
This is the first time I have ever read anything written by you. I came across this story in one of the communities and am so very glad I decided to read it. The characters' voices and horror/suspense qualities made it superb. I don't think I've read any others with quite the same tone. It took me a while to realize what was going on, but I was so engaged by the time I figured it out it was very much worth it. Dean's lines when he was thinking in his own head were so him, and Sam's desperation kept me on the edge of my seat. I am now off to look for other stories you may have written.
| CornishGirl chapter 7 . 10/29/2014
This is superb! (It's also odd finding it *after* viewing the whole Demon Dean arc of S10.) Great insight into the boys and how they feel about one another. Well done. I look forward to the sequels.
| supernaturalsammy67 chapter 7 . 2/21/2014
Omg this is awesome! Would love to read mpre!
Such a beautiful and amazingly wrote fic xxxxx
| Beckydaspatz chapter 7 . 4/10/2013
Dean is shining now too but it's not the Shining. Dean's seams are all unlaced for awhile, that's all. He's off his game and can't admit it even to himself so he's dangerous as well as vulnerable. He's also discovered to his great amusement that when he snaps his fingers, there's a brief spark of the same caliber they got as kids when chewing wintergreen Lifesavers in the dark. Sam thinks Dean's soul has always been too much for his own body to hold, however that works, and now that the doors are all open he's probably too much for the world until he puts his boundaries back in place again. Dean has always been loud but lately he's way too much to handle; he hardly speaks but everything he does is loud underneath. Sam's pretty sure it doesn't even take anyone with sensitivity to hear him.- How can you manage to fit everything I feel about Dean Winchester in one paragraph, and a fucking amazing one at that.
Great ending, fitting in every wasy possible, plus I heard from a little birdie that you have sequels...
Hot damn, it's Christmas. :D
Looking forward to more of your work and thanks so much for this one!
| Beckydaspatz chapter 6 . 4/10/2013
Sam's head on his chest, though, that's fine and comfortable and he could be used to that. As long as he never has to admit it. All he has to admit is that things were pretty damn bad this time and Sam has earned the right to listen to his brother's heart all night if he wants to, and maybe subconsciously hold him down in case anything else comes calling.
He thinks over what he remembers of that little scene on the overpass, and he thinks about pulling Sam's hair for starters, but all he does is lift his left hand - Christ, why is that so hard? - and thread his fingers through his little brother's hair. Sam is whole and warm and real and actually asleep for once, so he can wait awhile longer to punch him for being an impulsive dumbass.
It's probably the first time he's ever been so happy to see a motel room.
Thinking's hard and boring so he quits.- This is completely and totally who Dean is. Love this opening, love all of this.
"You're all I have left. If we've gotta argue about who can afford to let go of who, I didn't bring my violin. Don't be such a girl, Dean."-Great line!
I guess for some reason I thought that this was set during Season 2, but then you snuck the Dad thing in and so, Season 1 it is! Wonderful chapter, off to the epilogue, whee!
| Beckydaspatz chapter 5 . 4/10/2013
"Hey, finally," Dean says, and it sounds steady but doesn't feel that way. "You want me to buy you dinner before I skullfuck you with that tree over there?"
That quickly, he's being compressed. He'd be screaming if his soul had any breath; he can't hold up and he knows it but it's never stopped him before. It's the same pressure he felt before he was able to barricade himself in, this inexorable shove to the precipice of his own existence. He digs his feet in, he's using his fingernails to try and find purchase in the dust, and he slides away anyway. He only got away the first time because it didn't understand him yet and he wasn't so tired. If he can at least make it stop chasing his brother, that'll be enough for now. He can do that much, for awhile. He can be a blazing example, a warning to others, just so long as it works.
Not like this, not after everything, not leaving Sam.
It's enough to break him but not in the way he thinks he's breaking.
The cracks start in his hands, ice blue and cataract silver; his structual integrity holds only a fraction longer, and when he goes it's a supernova he never. Quite. Feels.- Start off with something that makes me chortle and end up with something that steals my breath away. I'd be jealous if I wasn't so damn impressed.
Dean is shaking his head. He doesn't have that much of a hold, yet, and it isn't that simple. He has to do something to shake it loose, anything, and salt won't do it. He wheels away from the doorway and starts walking, because at least his legs are working so far. He still doesn't understand what happened, or how he managed to get things together by coming apart, but he's willing to just go with it. He starts thinking of how he can jostle the thing loose and all he's coming up with is physical damage because that's how he's always thought. He can put his head under water or throw himself down some stairs, since it's not likely to enjoy either and ending up in traction will be a better option than letting this go on.
Listen. Traffic. Motels have easy freeway access, lucky me.-The tension leading up to this is out of this world, you wrote Dean coming back SO perfectly.
and make a Rorschach test of his lifeblood on the northbound lane below-Kick ass description.
The light stutters and burns out, camera-flashes capturing nothing. The knees buckle because if the form's not hollow, it's close to it. Sam's death grip keeps the pavement from doing more damage than the revenant already has, and he sits on the ragged gray stone and holds all he has left close to his heart.
Sam is keening into the dark and can't even say why anymore.-Gorgeous. And so damn powerful. Like a punch in the gut. Jeez.
| Beckydaspatz chapter 4 . 4/10/2013
When he lifts his head to look at the door, it's partially closed from the earlier rebound. He can see thin red scrawls across the age-yellowed surface. Dripping scrawls. It's so fresh that there's still a bead of crimson slipping away toward the floor. Sam knows it's not paint and that yes, Once was here just ahead of him and then walked away again. The letters are an uneven scream of dark color.
help me sammy it hurts
This, Sam knows, is what it feels like to lose it.-Jesus, it was so tense up to this point and now. Goddamn, my heart is breaking right along with Sam's. What a way to word that.
It's just the air rushing in the space between your ears, and Dean laughed and that was fine because Dean was the world.
He thinks about removing the salt and letting anything in.- Oh God, it's just SO good. You are managing to ring every single emotion I am capable of, out of me. Bravo.
| Beckydaspatz chapter 3 . 4/10/2013
Sam feels the difference, all the differences.- That's so painful and raw. You really have a way to say SO much with so little words. It's quiet a talent.
Once-Dean stretches into a standing position again and regards him with a blatant lack of expression. "You make all your weaknesses so available," he says finally. "That's hard to ignore. Lighthouses are so hard to ignore."-Wow, that's just...harsh.
Dean is likely to be the most cantankerous old man he'll ever know, someday, and he's got to see it happen.- This made me want to cry. Seriously, the emotions you evoke with just a sentence is masterful.
Loved the bookend to the last chapter. Well done.
| Beckydaspatz chapter 2 . 4/10/2013
Sam had said something in that low, deadpan, wry way that had first surfaced when he was about nine, that way that made Dean realize no one was ever going to be funnier than Sam. He had laughed in a way he didn't often, open sky above and brothers made of interlocking pieces below, each what the other was not, one realizing it again without saying so and laughing over it on a dark road. - This is really beautiful and telling of their relationship, I like it alot.
Dean knows the door isn't real any more than this internal room he's settled himself into is real. He's constructed it to keep the bastard off him. It wanders by and rattles the knob and taps its fingers along the span of door in patterns of bugfuck craziness. Sometimes it sits out there with its back against the door and harangues him in Sammy's voice.
Sometimes it weeps and begs him for help in that voice.
If he can get it solid somehow, if it has a heart of some kind, Dean has decided he's going to find a way to eat it.
"With a looooot of salt, motherfucker," he says aloud. "And your little dog, too."-Oh, so, SO good. I particularly like the bugfuck craziness. Really though, I love that Dean is in some sort of 'room' Very easy to imagine that with what you wrote.
"I don't think the gun's for you, Dean," it says, and this time Dean comes off the floor before he knows he's going to. He nails the door dead center with the flat of one foot - he's still wearing his boots, his soul has boots, he loves this - and hears the bastard stumble away from the other side at the force of the impact. He's too pissed off to follow it up with a verbal assault, so he wheels away from the door again when it laughs.
His door. His choice.
He stands in his empty room that he's sentenced himself to and remembers again that while it's busy bothering him, it's probably not able to simultaneously rag on Sam. That's good. Sooner or later it'll wander away again and he can look for chinks in the armor.
He sighs because he is the armor.-Good lord, this is crazy frigging good. I'm so in!
What an ending, wish I could stay and write more, but I have to gobble up more of this AWESOME tale. See you in the next chapter!
| Beckydaspatz chapter 1 . 4/10/2013
I was told by my good friend Sharlot to check this out once I had finished my own Demon!Dean tale, and boy howdy, am I glad she did. I really LOVE your first chapter, it's so ominous and I'm already hooked and ready for more. :D Wonderful start.
| Lilly chapter 7 . 4/1/2013
| Sharlot chapter 7 . 6/9/2012
I read this a long time ago, long, long before I ever had a log-in name or the guts to leave reviews, but I wanted to come back and just state what a brilliant piece of writing I think this story is.
Often times fanfics start to bleed together after you've read enough of them, and it becomes a little hard to remember which story is which when you stare at your favorite list. Not so with this story. I remember it clearly. It was one of the single most tonally stunning pieces I've ever read. Haunting. Beautiful.
I'm years too late, but where ever you are, I sincerely hope you are still writing! Gorgeous work.
| Gilded chapter 7 . 11/10/2011
This story was just... wow.
| Jasmineisland chapter 7 . 2/15/2011
Just came across this- LOVE the 'circuit'.
"the true killer of the two underneath". Love that line.