Oh My God, OH MY GOD, GIRL!! Where do I even begin?? You kill me SO COMPLETELY DEAD WITH THIS.
First I should tell you, the only thing giving me any kind of hope whatsoever and stopping me from going on and slitting my wrists right now is that I'm pretty sure there's more to this story and this God-awful summer WILL come to an end. If I were just reading this willy-nilly and thought this might be one of those series that just never got finished, or worse yet, this was *the end*... yeah. Wouldn't be pretty.
NOW. Oh my, I have to go back and start at part 1. It's amazing to me now, because I think I'm more aware, or maybe I just didn't realize how much I noticed before? but it's awesome how much I can read through Sam's thoughts, and I can *see* what's in front of Sam but see how the Sam-filter colors every thing he thinks and feels. Some of it is correct and spot-on, but some of it is fueled by Sam's fear or his attitude or his self-doubt. This, for instance, which is the first inkling I got of it this time:
Dean nodded again, looking very ready to produce as many blisters as were required, and strode out into the knee high grass,...
OMG, that thought is just so deliciously Sam. Eeeeee! And then of course it goes on with Dad, and everything Sam thinks about him and the motivations he attributes to him... *sigh*. It's all so terribly, terribly fucked up.
And could it be hotter? I swear, it was 30 degrees and spitting snow where I am today, and I can feel how hot it is in that damn field with no shade. Awesome, awesome job with the hellacious atmosphere.
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First I should tell you, the only thing giving me any kind of hope whatsoever and stopping me from going on and slitting my wrists right now is that I'm pretty sure there's more to this story and this God-awful summer WILL come to an end. If I were just reading this willy-nilly and thought this might be one of those series that just never got finished, or worse yet, this was *the end*... yeah. Wouldn't be pretty.
NOW. Oh my, I have to go back and start at part 1. It's amazing to me now, because I think I'm more aware, or maybe I just didn't realize how much I noticed before? but it's awesome how much I can read through Sam's thoughts, and I can *see* what's in front of Sam but see how the Sam-filter colors every thing he thinks and feels. Some of it is correct and spot-on, but some of it is fueled by Sam's fear or his attitude or his self-doubt. This, for instance, which is the first inkling I got of it this time:
Dean nodded again, looking very ready to produce as many blisters as were required, and strode out into the knee high grass,...
OMG, that thought is just so deliciously Sam. Eeeeee! And then of course it goes on with Dad, and everything Sam thinks about him and the motivations he attributes to him... *sigh*. It's all so terribly, terribly fucked up.
And could it be hotter? I swear, it was 30 degrees and spitting snow where I am today, and I can feel how hot it is in that damn field with no shade. Awesome, awesome job with the
hellaciousatmosphere.