|Reviews for The Long Goodbye|
| chocolate rules chapter 10 . 2/22/2007
This was a great story. Gotta say, in some way, kind of made it 'better' the way that he did die, saving his son and all. This slow deteriation would've killed me. The story itself was amazing. Quick refrencing and somple details, and yet still able to capture their ansgt and turmoil all the way through...Great job
That's it ;)
| Rebel Goddess chapter 10 . 1/18/2007
That was gorgeous but god so sad. Really good story.
| Freefall chapter 10 . 1/16/2007
| 1Pinky chapter 10 . 1/10/2007
“I don’t treat him like Dad because he doesn’t act like our dad,” this line is about as truthful as you can get when face with this disease. From someone who has to deal with it professionally and personally, I found your story realistic. Even down to how the boys deal differently to the disease.
That one line told me, that you either have dealt with the disease or you are very intune to human nature. Because I believe eventually a family member will say those words at some point. I know I did.
| Rinne chapter 10 . 1/8/2007
You made me cry. Wow. Amazing story.
| My heart beats only for you chapter 10 . 12/20/2006
Holy shit, this was heartbreaking. Amazing job, honey. Just simply beautiful and well-written. Thanks for sharing.
| nolongeractivedfgdfgd chapter 10 . 12/9/2006
OH my god, that was incredibly sad but good all the same. I really liked it. Good job.
| kokomocalifornia chapter 10 . 12/6/2006
great writing. that was so sad and well written. fantastic job!
| Cupido chapter 10 . 12/5/2006
Oh my god, this story was SO darn sad. It's so... sad.
| Cupido chapter 8 . 12/5/2006
Oh my god, I was laughing my way through John's talk to Dean, you know THE Talk.. Birds and Bees... snort.
| Cupido chapter 7 . 12/5/2006
Ah! Mac? Mac as in Mackland Ames? Dr Mac? Ridley's Mac? I love Mac. He seems like a hootie. Oops, alright.. embarrasing.. nice chappie...
| Cupido chapter 6 . 12/5/2006
So sad. But to be honest, John's kinda funny when he's wacko.
| IMTheresa chapter 10 . 12/3/2006
I can't imagine what it would be like to watch a loved one waste away from this horrible disease. And for a man like John Winchester... wonderful, sad story.
| Carikube chapter 10 . 12/2/2006
I can’t break this down, I can’t pick the parts that moved me the most because it all did. Oh Em, if you could see me now you would laugh and call me a fool for sitting sobbing like this, but if a fool I am, then that I am.
You dared go where many others wouldn’t, you made this story real and human and not about ghosts and demons and the supernatural, but about real human tragedy, about a disease that we don’t understand, that many of us fear and that many of us have been touched by. And you did it with such a grace and poetic subtly that a reader would have to have a heart of stone to not be deeply affected. You did not once reduce this story to smarm, you remained always true to the characters, to the strength of who they are and because of that, the eye contact, the brief touches, the comfort that they give each other is much, much more powerful than endless ramblings of devotion and love and hugs and tears. You kept these boys as Winchesters, through to the end, and you paid tribute to John and made me feel his loss all over again.
What is more, you did this before we lost him on screen. You know these brothers better than many writers do, you nailed Dean’s emotional reactions to his father’s loss in a way that is almost pre-emptive of what we saw on screen. Yes, the circumstances were vastly different, but the reactions were so true to character and the way that the brothers dealt with the loss, the way that Sam stood firm even in the face of his own pain was stunning. I still am convinced that you are on Kripke’s writing team, and you’ve just not told me. *wink*
Oh Em, my tears are drying as I write this, and once I go for a walk, take a break, I will face the rest of the day knowing that I am a better person for having been blessed with this fic. If readers can face the pain of reading this and get through to the end and see the sun that shines through, it would give the hope that even through the darkest of tragedy, there is still a way forward. You give me that, and I am honored to call you friend. Thank you! I'd have to search long and hard for better compost than this. *wink*
| Carikube chapter 9 . 12/2/2006
Oh Em, I need my box of tissues for this story, so here they are, ready by my side as I start on the rest of the journey that will bring me to my knees. I’ve got knee pads for them too, along with the tissues. Probably should get a pillow to hug too. Yup, okay got it. Now, off I go.
I’m not sure if I thanked you before, but THANK YOU for that opening scene of Sam coming out of the shower. You make me all fluttery and weak kneed, glad I have those knee pads handy. *wink*
** As Sam brushed his teeth, he stared at the photo in the bottom corner of the mirror. Wishing. Wanting.
Oh Sam, already I’m starting to feel all funny in my sinuses. *sigh* Something about photos of their younger days just wrecks me. And in the context of this story, it is so hard, so so hard to take.
Girl, I’m barely into this and I just have to stop and acknowledge the way you bring those boys to life. Their mannerisms, the strength that exudes from their actions and the dialogue, girl… the dialogue. I’ve said this before, but damn, it really catches me again when reading this. I can *hear* them, almost touch them.
** “I throw him bones. I throw him all kinds of bones. But allowing Dad to obsessively disassemble and reassemble weapons is crazy! They’re not pacifiers, Dean. Just because it makes him feel better, it doesn’t mean he should have it.”
*sigh* Struggling not to cry already. They’re both so right, you know, but the angry exchange they have hurts to read. And the saddest thing is that Sam is right, and when Dean receives that phone call and learns it, his haunted eyes almost crush me. Dean should never have let John go, it says a lot that he did, and it comes as a crushing blow when he’s proven wrong.
** Dean looked at Sam, his eyes bright with raw emotion.
This line just kills me. I can’t even say why.
** Now that he had permission, Sam crossed in front of the Impala’s nose and gently- so as not to scratch the paint- took a seat on the hood just like Dean. He eyed the beer but didn’t reach for it until Dean used his knee to nudge the cans. Sam pulled a can from the plastic binding and held it in his hands, fingers slowly drawing through the cold condensation.
This is beautiful. Sam knows that Dean is hurting, and he’s asking permission for every move, giving Dean power over simple things like whether Sam can stay, whether he can have beer… simple things because Sam knows that Dean has reached a point where he feels utterly powerless. This is such an incredible scene, for Sam to recognize that, for him to give his brother that, to respect Dean so much. He pushes the truth onto Dean, gently and softly and Dean lashes back at him with barely tempered violence and Sam takes it, knowing that he has to get his brother through this, across this and… I’m sobbing now, because these boys are so broken and they have lost so much and they can’t lose more… yet they are, and they will and I fear that one day it will be too much.
** Sam traced his fingers over the cool, slick chrome on the Impala. “It’s time,” he said softly, almost hoping Dean wouldn’t hear. “We need to let him go.”
This chapter wrecks me. This is like the end of Act Two, the beginning of Act three and there now ain’t no going back. There never was, but this seals it, and both boys know it even if only Sam has been the one to say it out loud.
I'm taking my weeping eyes to the next chapter now.