|Reviews for This Street, That Man, This Life|
| sammysmissingshoe chapter 3 . 12/31/2013
this gave me so many feels! (in a good way)
| himrqwerty chapter 3 . 9/8/2013
uhm well that was heartbreaking and sad and totally fucking awesome
| himrqwerty chapter 1 . 9/8/2013
uh hows about no that was so not ok i mean my feels dammit
| cathernatural.812 chapter 3 . 5/28/2013
What a great story, really sad in parts and you got all the characters in characters :) thanks for posting
| Begonias chapter 3 . 5/9/2013
This. Is. BEAUTIFUL!
Gosh, I really enjoyed this. Thanks for this!
| DreamInInk chapter 3 . 3/7/2013
That was my number one favorite SPN story ever. Seriously amazing. I cried and I grinned and I cried a lot more. Your writing style is soooo great. I love sparse sentence structure and its simple without being plain. I don't really know what more to say about this. Your characterization was perfect and the plot was tragically AWESOME and everything was just beautiful.
I guess I'm done fangirling now, thanks for such a great story :)
| LadyBeryl chapter 3 . 3/14/2012
Amazing story. You are very talented.
| Cornish Rhapsody chapter 3 . 9/17/2011
What a fantastic, heartwarming story! Poor Sam - the guilt and self-recrimination was spot on character. Loved your protective Dean. Thanks for sharing.
| dghzsfgj chapter 3 . 3/13/2011
that ending line...pure epicness. Keep writing, you have potentai, and a shit load of talent! :D
| Arilaen chapter 3 . 7/16/2010
Awww! Poor Sam... I loved this story but I'm sad about Sam's guilt ( Great writing though!
| calcium77 chapter 1 . 1/8/2009
Actually I read your story over on sftcolars because someone recomended it...
Wow! I am so glad they did. This was really a great story! I absolutely loved it. Now I get to go and read everything else you have written!
I will get nothing else done today...thanks a lot! ;)
| Rat chapter 3 . 5/1/2008
great story, I love your writing!
| laynee chapter 3 . 11/15/2007
fantastic. you're realy good at telling the dean and sam saga...complete with wicked dialogue and a great mix of humor and horror.
LOVED a few lines.
"...it's the trail of blood drops that Sam leaves on the tiled floor like a fucked up Hansel and Gretel."
"...Dean pours on the charm like salt on a sill."
very well done.
| bubblesquirt chapter 3 . 6/17/2007
When the red-haired girl-Lindsey-tilts Sam’s head and puts a tube down his throat, Dean has to look away.
Dean stares at the tech's hands in fascination because those hands are the only things keeping Sam alive.
He's not letting it (Sammy) out of his sight.
Sam needs to live so he can make fun of the way Dean says providence instead of provenance.
Dean tries to follow but a nurse materializes at Dean's elbow with a fake smile and a bitchy voice.
-Aren't they all fake and bithcy? And nice wording.
Nurse Bitchface gives him a bunch of forms to fill out, and even better, the cops are waiting for him.
- LOVE the nickname!
Dean's jaw clenches. The bastard got off easy. If he had the time and energy he'd love to bring the fucker back from the dead just to kill him again.
He ejects the thought from his head, because otherwise, he's going to start hitting things.
-Again, I love your wording. The use of the word eject.
Dean runs both hands through his hair, waiting. He waits to hear Sam's voice again.
-This is so depressing.
The only good thing about this whole effed-up situation is he can ask Sam what it’s like to finally get screwed.
-I like how you used effed up. hehe
"Quit that not-breathing thing," he says, almost keeping his voice steady. "You almost gave me heart attack. We can’t both be stuck in this place."
-Very Dean like.
Sam stops struggling and focuses on Dean. Their eyes lock and Dean reads the fear and confusion. The pain. He runs a hand through Sam's too-long hair.
Sam glances down at his chest with wide eyes and makes a big production of being shocked. "Oh my God!" Then he rolls his eyes and regards Dean with a look that clearly says, You? Are so lame.
"Dude, I’m going to get that tattooed on your arm. Save myself a lot of time and energy if I don’t have to tell you it every five minutes."
"You said I was the best big brother in the whole world."
Sam can’t stop the way his mouth quirks into a half smile. "Really."
Dean shrugs. "It’s true of course, but I was a little surprised to hear you actually admit it."
"I’m surprised you heard it too, since I didn’t say anything like that."
-So funny and cute.
There’s about the same chance of him letting Sam die as there is of him sprouting wings. Or listening to Sarah McLachlan.
"But I guess...I am old. I feel old."
"Kathryn," Sam says, "I'm so sorry."
Kathryn looks from Sam to Dean and back to Sam. "Me too."
-This part makes me want to cry.
Sam flips Dean the bird but his eyes say thank you.
Sam’s face says what? before his mouth does.
Destiny’s eye is on him, and it’s like looking down the barrel of gun.
"You really want to drive all the way to the Pacific–"
"–Atlantic Ocean so you can toss a broken starfish that was surgically removed from your hand into the water?"
Dean punches the button marked first floor. "So I take it this is some sort of bullshit that makes you feel better about Olivia?"
"I love it when you show your sensitive side," Sam snarks.
Dean snaps his fingers and grins. "Oh dude, chicks in bikinis. Sweet."
Another amazing story! I'm so glad I decided to read this. Great job and I hope you write more!
| bubblesquirt chapter 2 . 6/17/2007
Or maybe Old Man Demon's just a piss poor housekeeper. Too busy with the whole killing kids thing to find time to vacuum.
He also hates him for his prissy manner of talking. As if he's really some old genteel dude instead of an old asshole stuffed full of demon.
"..And then I will cut you into so many pieces your pal Satan will think it's raining confetti when you come home."
-Just plain awesome.
"And by the way, Dean, I’m afraid I already did lay a finger on your brother's head." He puts a hand to his mouth, feigning chagrin. "My bad."
And dirt? You can dig that shit up.
"Don’t be jealous," the demon smiles. "You’ll have your turn."
It hurts like a fucking bitch, but it's the sound of the bones breaking he hates most. "Please," he grits through clenched teeth, "kill me, not her." Matthias smiles tenderly at Sam. "My dear boy, this isn’t an either-or situation. You’ll both be dead by morning."
He screams until it feels like his chest is on fire and his voice is broken glass.
When the screaming stops he doesn't know whether to panic more or less.
There's a bib of blood down the front of her shirt.
-Love your wording.
He's pretty sure he can see her spine.
Pinned above him like a perfect butterfly.
"You just got yourself a time out, dickweed," Dean snarks.
There’s blood caked to all forty-seven shirts Sam’s wearing and Dean’s jaw clenches.
Dean shakes Sam’s shoulder. "Oh yeah? I’d like a word with you. Two words, really. Ready? Here they are: Fuck. Off."
"Oh, I dunno. How come you demons like to kill little kids?"
He tosses the knife over his shoulder and kicks Sam in the jaw. Sam's head smashes against the stone wall with a meaty thwuck and his recital stutters to a stop.
He doesn’t bother to correct Sam, just pulls up all twenty feet of him and slings an arm around his waist.
"Can you walk, Sam?" His voice is pleading.
"Why...did you...tell...Dean he might...have to...kill me?" Sam demands, each word a struggle. "That was…a shitty thing…to do." Sam sucks in a shallow breath.
Sam takes a wheezing breath and it sounds like he’s trying to force sand into his lungs.
Dean’s throat pinches shut. His eyes burn.
"I’m gonna take away more than that if you don’t back the hell up," Dean growls. He’s gonna snap this ungrateful fucker like a twig.
Dean puts a hand to Sam's damp forehead. He pushes Sam's hair back. "Don't leave me."
Sam's answer is the sound of his breathing.
I love how you write! I just noticed during this chapter that this is all written in present tense. I love that it was so fluent and easy to read. Thank you so much for sharing!