Writing From the Inside

Part Three

Turning his mind away from this thought, he moved around Dean and Dad and got the plates and the forks and the glasses and arranged them on the table. He got the salt and pepper shakers out too, thinking that might help with the taste.

Part One

For a moment, the slow hush of the river beneath the low bent trees was all the sound there was. Beyond that, the hum of the forest played a scratchy green sound in Sam's ears as he hunkered low in the water, bare feet braced against the gravel and stones, feeling the slow, cool rush of water over this thighs and hips. As he peered over the edge of the line of willow sticks, he could see that there were three fish circling around, all alive, fat and sassy, and they would make the best cookout ever. Ever.

I recently learned about the SPN anon meme threads regarding the Big Bangs for 2010. I have noted that LJ seems to be becoming a type of place where you get lambasted for the least opinion, so I can totally see why people want to remain anonymous, so they can be free to talk about stories as they see fit. But since I value the feedback I get from people on my stories so very much, I resisted taking a peek at what the anons would have to say about my big bang this year. But maybe that kind of feedback would have its own value; anons can say what they want how they want, and they don’t pull any punches. So I buckled and took a look.

Title: The Gauntlet (Sparta Verse)
Author: lovesrain44
Rating: PG, Gen, violence, angst, hurt, but not a whole lot of comfort

Verse: Sparta Verse
Pairing: None
Word Count: 13,740

Summary:  Sam’s stitches come off and the crossbow training starts, much to Dean’s delight and Sam’s dismay. This story is a sequel to Soldier Son.