I've honestly been sitting here wondering how to phrase what I want to say here? It's so perfect. The need. The lust. The love.

And then the panic. I know I've commented on it numerous times- but Sam's healing process is the best thing I've ever read from anyone, ever. It's perfect and raw and terrifying and speaks so close to home it brings me to tears.

The fact that you've stayed so true to THEM, to the protective-to-death-Dean and the loving-adoring-little-brother-Sam while making them evolve and grow is both bizarre and fascinating in a way that I'm completely awed at you for.

I just...

Well. I don't even know anymore. It was perfect. It's all perfect- largely in the fact that it's not... Because my 'perfect' fic certainly wouldn't have mention of a kink of being a terryaki chicken in it, but yet it was so suited to the story????

Thanks for sharing this- for making rimming as intimate as a first kiss and the knowledge of 'forever' more intense than I thought possible.