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lovesrain44) wrote2008-12-01 04:00 pm
Why Did Dean Break After 30 Years and Not Before?
This is in reference to the 4.10 ep, Heaven and Hell, where Dean gives up the goods at the end and tells Sam the reasons why he doesn’t want to talk about hell. We find out the awful truth: that in order to stop the pain, Dean got up off the rack and became a torturer himself.
I realized I want to know WTF happened after 30 years that made Dean suddenly change his mind. I mean you don't go through 30 years of torture and then wake up one day and say screw this, do you? (I’m pretty sure Sam feels the same, but he’s being a Good Brother and giving Dean his space. For now, anyway.)
Maybe, after 30 years, maybe he hit his breaking point, maybe he got tired of Alistar coming by EVERY single day and just hit his limit.
When Dean said, at the end of Wishful Thinking, “…the things I did, the things I saw…” I instantly thought/figured/hoped that there was non-con between Dean and Alistar, because I’m whacked that way, and I kind of thought THAT would be the reason Dean broke. Not that he suddenly gave up one day. Or maybe Hell used Sam in some way, something that Dean thought was Sam.
What's most interesting to me is the fact that fanfic never considered that Dean could be broken, that he would make the choice he did as presented in canon. At least not the fanfic I’ve read. (I would be willing to be shown the error of my ways, however.)
I'd love to know what other people think!
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Castiel will rape Dean... then Sam better shoots him out of the air like a duck.
I still don't know what brochen is.
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Brotchen. Bread.
I like your story. You should write it.
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Stop telling me I should write something. selinamoonfire is taunting me, too.
If I write something, you and her will be my betas. Much fun with my English.
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The lemon wipes were at a home-run resturaunt in that little town that I can't spell. It wasn't a chain. This was back in the late sixties!! I decided to walk down the street and thought it would be FUN to close the gate to the town. I backed up traffic for 10 minutes! The germans adored me. I was adorable. (The lemon wipes were part of the experience. We'd order the fried chicken, and they'd go out back, catch a chicken, kill it, clean it, and then cook it. It took ages. It was delicious.)
You should write something that your heart tells you to write. I will be happy to be your beta. I am a mean beta. But fair.
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Yes, we Germans are known for adoring little children that run around with chicken legs and lemon wipes and are closing gates. We love those kids. No really.
You know, I think you would get sick reading any story of mine. Because if I write something it will be fluff. I am pretty sure about that. Schmoop. Distgustingly. That's what my heart will tell me. *sighs*
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Seriously. The Germans were always petting me on the top of the head and letting me get away with murder. If I brought my American money to the candy store instead of German money, yeah. I'd get the candy anyway.
Why do you think you would write fluff? Couldn't it be part fluff and part kink?
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I love to read kink. But I noticed that as much as I enjoy those stories I only read them once. The stories I read over and over again are always romantic. I love good plot and good voices and all that, but I need romance without kink to be really happy.
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