Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 75: The Tide is Turning

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 75: The Tide is Turning
Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5
Word Count: 4500
Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own. But I do own what I do own, such as my original characters and my plot.
Summary: Sam, Dean and Reggie pay a visit to Gus and Rosier at the hospital.
Master post of all chapters here

Anyone walking into Sam and Dean's bedroom would take one look at the boys sprawled on the bed, so deep in sleep they were dead to the world, and think Dean had thrown himself on his brother to protect him from a hail of bullets, a volley of arrows, a roof collapsing under the weight of too much snow, an angry swarm of Africanized bees. Sam lay flat on his back. Dean had stretched himself against Sam's side, top leg thrown over him, bent at the knee to cover as much of Sam as possible. His left arm was underneath Sam's neck, hand curled over Sam's shoulder. His chest and right arm covered Sam's chest, his right hand cupping Sam's cheek.

Sam's dream changed. The light had faded, making way for normal images, filtering the events of the day. His father in a raft on the river, calling out, "Didn't mean to startle you boys!" Driving in a convertible with Dean, in the back seat, with a giant carton of French fries in the passenger seat. Running through an open field with a black Labrador holding an orange ball in its mouth.

Suddenly, Sam was no longer alone in the field. Azazel stood there before him, green grass up to his knees.

"Hey there, Sammy."

"Don't call me Sammy. Only Dean gets to call me that."

Azazel smirked. "I'll call you whatever I want to call you, buddy boy."

Sam's hands clenched into fists. "You want something from me. Show some respect."

"Ahhhh," Azazel clapped his hands together. "Beautiful. You've grown a nice round, hairy set of balls, little man."

Sam looked at his hands. The fingers were elongated, different.

"I'm dreaming."

"Hmm." Azazel's eyebrows went up. "You're aware of that. Well, that's going to make this an interesting conversation."

"I'm dreaming you."

"Not exactly, kiddo."

"But I'm dreaming."

"Yep. But that doesn't mean I'm not really here."

Sam concentrated, willing Azazel to morph into a collie puppy.

He remained Azazel, yellow eyes glinting. "That's fucking adorable. Trying to turn a Prince of Hell into a puppy dog." He waved at Sam. "I'm in your head, Sambo."

"You can't be here. You can't. This place is protected," Sam protested.

"Yeah, no. I can't actually come on in and give you a nice private meet and greet. But I can do this. This is like…" Azazel tilted his head, thinking. "A phone call." He grinned again, popping the wrinkles on his face into stark relief. "Papa checking up on ya." He turned his hand over, checking his fingernails. "I'm in town, you know. You should come pay me a visit. Now that you know I've taken a…special interest in you, we need to talk. "

Sam pulled himself up tall. "You're not my father."

"Kinda am, Sam." Azazel extended his thumb and forefinger, with an inch of space between them. "Little bit. In a few very fucking important ways." Azazel walked toward Sam. Sam's nose wrinkled at the odor of him: old French cheese left out in the sun, singed cowhide, a pot of sugar syrup boiled over into the fire.

"Like what, you forcing your blood into me?"

Azazel clicked his tongue. "You're just finding out alllll the state secrets, aren't you, son?"

"Fuck you. Stop calling me that."

"That's my boy." Azazel looked at Sam with pride.

"No. Whatever it is you want, the answer is no." Sam extended his hand, palm out, and…bore down. His dark eyebrows drew down and his lips curled back, baring his white teeth.

Azazel's mouth opened wide in surprise as he sailed backward, broke apart into shards of black glass clattering against each other like metal bits caught in a garbage disposal, and vanished.

Sam's eyes flew open.

---

Dean dreamed.

He dreamed a demon with sulphur-yellow eyes stood at the foot of the bed, a sickly grin spreading over his face. "Go on, little bulldog. Fuck him. Fuck your little brother six ways from Sunday. Make him squeal. Suck him dry. But don't you ever forget." The demon leaned over Dean, so close he could see the thick plaque built up between his teeth. "Sam Winchester is mine."

Dean awoke with a start, arms tightening around Sam. "Don't you fucking touch him," he muttered.

"Dean?"

Dean propped himself up on his elbow and smoothed Sam's hair out of his eyes. "S ok. Just—"

"A bad dream?"

Dean nodded.

Sam frowned. "Demon?"

"Wrinkly fucker? Yellow eyes? Really bad teeth?" Dean tried to make light of it.

"I dreamed about him too."

Dean shivered, and drew Sam close again. "He can't… Sam, he can't get IN here, can he?"

"No. He said he couldn't."

Dean's eyebrows went up. Sam recounted the entire dream, leaving nothing out. Keeping no secrets from Dean. In turn, Dean told Sam his dream. Sam's expression hardened, nostrils flaring, a surge of anger rising in him.

Dean chewed his lower lip. "I hate to say it, but we really could use a little of that insider information that other one was talking about."

"I was thinking the same thing."

"What do we do about Dad?" They both knew walking through the common room with John, past Juliane and Danny, was running a gauntlet more dangerous than anything either of them had ever faced.

"He can't leave if he wants to come back in. They won't let him. Just like Bobby. So he'll have to stay here."

Dean blew out a breath of relief. "Bobby'll keep him on a short leash."

They roused themselves, ate a few handfuls of peanuts, and went to get Reggie to exchange a knife exorcism for some demonic trade secrets.

John, true to his character, was distinctly unhappy at not being allowed to come along with Reggie and the boys to the hospital, but the argument presented to him was sound, and he could not pick it apart.

Bobby presented each of them with an anti-possession amulet. "Don't take it off. Anyone going outside needs to be wearing one of these."

Dean looked at the amulet. "Hey, that's pretty cool." Sam nodded.

John pulled Sam and Dean aside to give them some stern fatherly advice pertaining to demons. Reggie came to Bobby and whispered, "Don't let him leave." Bobby nodded, knowing he meant keep John away from Juliane and Danny.

"You two aren't kissing, are you? I can't handle seeing that." John glanced over his shoulder.

Bobby stared at John, a stubborn expression on his face, grabbed Reggie's face and planted one right on his lips.

"I can't know this." John squirmed visibly. Bobby's mouth twitched, but he made a valiant effort, and squelched the smile that wanted to burst over his face. Reggie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He leaned in again and whispered, "Not bad, old man, but it needs work."

Bobby pretended not to hear that and turned his attention to Sam and Dean."Be careful."

John put his hands on Dean's shoulders and squeezed. "Stay alert. Don't trust them." He thumped Dean on the shoulder, and turned to Sam. His smile creased the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes. He put his hand on Sam's cheek, and just looked at him, with so much love it brought tears to Sam's eyes.

"Dad?"

"You come back safe, ok? Promise me." He pulled Sam into a hug, warm and tight. "I just got you back. I can't…Nothing can happen to you." His voice was choked.

He looked over Sam's shoulder at Dean. "You keep him safe."

Dean's jaw jutted forward. "Always."

John hugged Sam, muscles softening as Sam hugged him back. Finally, John let him go.

Bobby leaned back in his recliner, leg out straight. "I say we do the whole popcorn and a movie experience." He tossed John the tape of High Plains Drifter. "Popcorn's in the cupboard."

---

Reggie, Sam and Dean walked through the common room. Danny and Juliane were buried in research in front of the fire. Juliane gazed up at Sam, her features softening as she read the emotions on his face. "You're going to do the thing…with the demons?"

Sam nodded, mouth a flat, hard line.

She reached up and twined her fingers in Sam's hand. "Don't be scared." She corrected herself. "Don't be too scared. You can do this. I have faith in you." Her eyes, normally a soft grey-blue like an ocean blanketed by fog, took on a sapphire cast.

Sam shook his hair back. "That's a good pep talk." The tension in his mouth eased.

"I learned it from you." Juliane's eyes darted to Danny. Sam's fingers twitched in hers, his pupils dilating a bit wider. The two of them curled together like cats, warm under the blankets, in their pajamas, her fear lessened but still there. He bent down and whispered, "Don't you be too scared, either. It'll be ok."

Juliane sucked in a sharp breath. Her lips parted, unable to voice the question. Sam glanced at Danny. He blinked knowing they were talking about him but with no idea why.

Sam said softly, "He'd never hurt you. Not in any way. So…go for it."

Juliane blushed the color of Winesap apples in the fall.

Sam stood up. Danny brought Sam something and shoved it into his hand. Sam opened his fingers. It was a beautiful piece of obsidian, sleek and gleaming, carved into a perfect sphere. Sam frowned, trying to remember.

Danny helped him out. "Obsidian cuts through deception, illusion and lies. Real good if you're dealing with demons. It'll augment your abilities—and protect you against dark forces.

Dean rubbed the back of his head. "Hey, you got another one of those?"

Danny shrugged, a rueful gesture. "Just the one. It's pretty special."

"I guess I'll stay close," Dean joked.

Sam closed his fingers around it. The smooth, cool sphere felt good in his hand. "Thank you. I'll make sure to get it back to you in one piece."

"You do that." Danny eyed Sam for a moment, then hugged him. "Do not let your guard down. Not for a second. Trust me on this." Sam nodded, sensing something behind this admonishment to talk about another time.

Sam pulled away and nodded to Juliane. "Wish us luck."

She stood. "Good luck."

He looked down at her, so small and frail, yet with surprising strength. "Remember what I said. We could all be dead tomorrow. You've only got today. Right now." She swallowed hard, the seriousness and import of what he was saying striking home.

Dean took Sam's hand and gently pulled him away. "Let's get this done." The three of them walked out the door on the far end of the common room, into the warded hallway.

Danny put his hands in his pockets, weighing his words, deciding whether or not to say them. "What did Sam tell you?" He dared to ask.

Juliane took a deep breath, her pulse jumping rapidly, each beat visible at the hollow of her pale throat. We could all be dead tomorrow. She looked Danny in the eye, and saw it there, plain as day. Saw what had been there for so long, but she'd been too closed off to see. "Come with me and I'll tell you." She slipped her hand into his, and tugging gently, she drew him into the bedroom.

---

The nurse showed them to Rosier's room. The room was large, but only had one patient. There was no flowers, no get-well cards. Rosier was on his back on an extra-wide hospital bed, hooked up to a morphine drip, and a central line provided liquid nutrition. Most of the right side of his upper body was covered in bulky bandages. Both eyes were spared, as was his mouth. His forehead, right cheek, jaw and neck were heavily bandaged.

The left side of his body was perfect.

Gus was slumped over in a chair at the left side of the hospital bed. At the sound of them being shown in, he sat up, astonishment lighting up his face.

"You came."

"Yeah."

"I can't believe it." Gus took Rosier's left hand and squeezed it.

He opened his eyes and looked into the face of Sam Winchester.

Gus swallowed hard, watching Rosier look at him.

Rosier gestured to Gus, waving a finger at the machine next to him. Gus nodded, and turned down the morphine.

"Sam." He pulled his hand free from Gus's grasp and extended it, weakly.

Sam took his hand, eyes roaming over Rosier's face, features softening with empathy. Rosier expected disgust in Sam's eyes, and he blinked rapidly, surprised by the emotion Sam's kindness evoked in him. Sam looked at his face, his hairless scalp and bandages everywhere, and he did not show any signs of repulsion.

Suddenly, Sam frowned. "You." Their eyes met, and Sam pulled back with the force of recognition. The impossibly pretty boy from the club. He let go of Rosier's hand.

Rosier closed his eyes, understanding what held Sam's hand stubbornly at his side. Ah well. There goes that.

Sam saw the events unfold before him. Revealing that he recognized the man before them. Dean going ballistic, remembering how he put his hands on Sam, wanted to fuck him, was so blatant about wanting it. Dean repeating, "No way. No way." Pulling Sam away. Them losing their chance at finally getting an advantage. He weighed his options.

"Dean. This is the guy from the club that hit on me. And we're still doing this."

Dean's mouth dropped open. His gaze lit upon Rosier, searching his face. When he saw what he was looking for, recognized the man within the heap of bandages, his mouth tightened, his eyes burning into Rosier.

Rosier stared into the perfect face and gorgeous gleaming eyes of Dean Winchester, saw the fierce blaze of love and protectiveness there behind the superficial perfection, and he knew. Even without the burns, he had lost even before the game had begun.

"I could have lied to you. Pretended I didn't recognize him. But we said no secrets. So I'm trusting you." Sam pleaded with Dean with his eyes. "You gotta trust me."

Dean kept staring at Rosier.

"Dean. Trust me." Sam reached out and brushed his knuckles over the back of Dean's hand. Dean reflexively took Sam's hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed it.

Rosier watched them. Not just Sam. He watched them. Together. He closed his eyes in pain.

"Did I turn it down too low?"

Rosier smiled at Gus as best he could. "It's fine. Just…stings a bit." He turned his focus back to Sam. "Can you…" The words did not come easily to him. "Can you help me?"

"You mean can we exorcise you back to Hell? We'd sure love to try." Dean put his hand on his knife handle.

"Dean." Sam shook his head.

"If we do that, and you go poof, how do we know this guy will keep the bargain?"

Gus spoke up. "We do it proper. A binding contract. You use that knife on him, try to break him out of the damaged vessel—"

"Person. It's a person, not a vessel—"

This time, Reggie silenced Dean with a hand on his shoulder. His face was kind, but he shook his head no.

"You try to help him, we help you fight Azazel."

Sam clutched the black sphere of obsidian, warming up from his body heat. His senses seemed ultra-clear. "What if we fail?"

"The deal is that you try, just try, in good faith. Even if it doesn't work, we'll give you information."

"So, how do we do this?"

"This isn't a normal deal. Not…." Rosier struggled to speak. "Not for your soul. A formal written contract…not required."

"If a demon makes an oral promise and seals the deal in the traditional manner, that promise is considered binding." Gus spoke like he was reading a passage from the Demon Handbook for Dummies.

"What's the traditional manner?"

Gus made a face. "Oh, it used to be…um, now, it's just a kiss."

"Just a kiss."

"What…you say a few words, you and me kiss, and there you go, you have to keep your word?"

"One, it's almost impossible to get a demon to just promise to do something without your soul in exchange. And two, it's not you and me. It's those two." Gus moved his finger between Sam and Rosier.

"No way. No way in hell." Dean shook his head violently.

"Dean, come on—"

"Sammy, I'm not letting him—"

"You're not letting him." Sam's nostrils flared.

Dean fell quiet.

"I'm the one with demon blood in me. I'm the one they captured and tortured and nearly killed because of it. I'm the one Azazel has the hard-on for. And last time I checked, Dean, I was my own person."

"Hey. Hey. That's not what he meant, Sam," Reggie interjected.

"I know." Sam's body language softened. "You're not saying you own me. It's just—"

"Actually, now that you mention it…"

All eyes fell on Rosier.

"In a way, Dean does own you."

"What?" Sam and Dean said in unison.

"The night your mother was killed, and your father gave you baby Sam."

Sam's mouth fell open. "You know about that?"

Rosier looked into Sam's hazel eyes. "I studied you." Sam blinked, feeling a rush of emotion from him. His eyes opened wider. It was the same feeling he got from the girl in the supermarket. Regem Puerum.

"Explain. What you said. That I owned Sam." Sam's thoughts were interrupted by Dean.

"A mother's sacrifice. Giving her life to protect her son." Rosier coughed. "Her life taken by the hands of one of the most powerful demons ever to walk the Earth." Rosier reached his hand toward the bottle of water on the bedside table. Gus brought it to him, slipped the straw between his lips. He drank and coughed, wincing. "And a sacrifice by fire? That's immensely powerful. Your father gave Sam to you, in the heat and light of your mother's sacrifice. He didn't know what he was doing. But it was a binding ritual. Binding you even closer than you already were." Rosier took another drink of water.

Sam and Dean stared at each other. Reggie shook his head.

"Sam. Is he telling the truth?"

Sam nodded. "Yes."

"So…in a very real sense, on a soul level…Sam belongs to Dean?" Reggie asked.

"Yes." Gus spoke up. "But not like ownership or property. Like…it's Dean's sacred purpose to protect Sam."

"What did you mean, even closer than we already were? I was just a baby."

What could be seen of Rosier's face was contorted in pain. "Two souls. Halves of one whole. Rare. Most souls are…solitary. But some split. Like identical twins. No two souls are closer. The envy of all other souls. Intense love." Rosier smiled through cracked lips. "Really hot sex."

Despite himself, Dean snorted.

"Made you laugh," Rosier said in a half-whisper. He turned his head towards Sam, slowly, the movement agony for him. "See? Told you the truth. So much more to tell you. Gus will help you." He reached his left hand out to Sam. "Once you help me."

"If this works, what's going to happen to you?"

"Not sure," Rosier said softly.

"If he were new like me, he'd probably go flying back to Hell. But we think because he's so old and strong, he'll be able to hold on and not get sucked back. When the portal closes, he can take a new vessel." Gus slumped in his chair, looking for all the world like a college senior, not a demon.

"Person," Dean muttered.

"And then he can come back, and help you take out Azazel.

"Why do you want to go turncoat?" Dean asked Rosier.

"He went too far."

"That's rich. A demon saying another demon went too far."

"A lot you don't understand." Rosier's breathing was fast and shallow.

"Like everything," Gus snipped.

"Just… do it."

"Ok." Sam unsnapped his knife handle.

"Contract first." Rosier struggled for composure. "Samuel Dean Winchester, Dean Samuel Winchester, in exchange for your good faith attempt to help me escape this damaged vessel, Gus and I promise to give you information that will help you in your fight against Azazel. And help you directly. We will now seal the agreement." Sam leaned over, nostrils flaring at the scent of bandages, antibiotic cream, and burned flesh. His mouth touched Rosier's lips, lingered there.

Dean made a low growl deep in his throat. Gus turned his head away. Reggie watched impassively.

When Sam raised his mouth off, breaking the kiss, a tear ran down Rosier's face. So soft. "Thank you."

Sam stepped back and took Dean's hand, deliberately reassuring him of his place. Then he pulled his knife out. Reggie moved to the other side of the hospital bed. At the sight of the markings on the blade, Rosier's eyes flashed black. The effect was chilling. Dean stepped forward instinctively, and Sam stepped back, moving slightly behind his brother.

Rosier reached for Gus, clasped his hand. "If this works, what kind of suit do you want me in when I come back?"

"I'd rather it was male. But it really doesn't matter. Whatever you're in, you'll still be you. And if it doesn't work, and you're locked in this one, that'll be ok too." Gus gazed at Rosier, the first tendrils of unapologetic, unconcealed love unfurling on his face like the first set of true leaves on a seedling. There was no disgust on his face. Not a shred of it. And Rosier understood (no, remembered) that it's not what you look at, it's the eyes you look with, that determines its true beauty.

Gus gripped Rosier's hand hard. "You ready?"

Rosier whispered, "Come here." He whispered something in Gus's ear that jarred a sob loose, and then tugged him down weakly for a kiss.

"I'll be dammed," Reggie breathed.

Then Rosier, still holding onto Gus's hand, extended his arm toward Sam. Sam held up his knife. Dean took hold of his other hand. "What do you think, should I cut or stab?"

"Try just cutting."

Sam hesitated. Dean put his other hand over Sam's. "Together."

Sam breathed easier. Together, they brought the blade down on Rosier's forearm. The edge cut through the skin to the meat.

Rosier threw his head back, cords of his neck standing out, teeth gritted, holding back a scream. Gus watched him, eyes searching his face.

Rosier writhed on the bed, shuddering in agony. No black smoke poured from his mouth.

"It's not working," Gus whispered.

Sam tried again, cutting deeper.

Rosier's eyes flashed open, and he grabbed Sam's hand, squeezing it hard. "What you have together." His eyes darted to Dean's. "I can feel it IN me." He shuddered. "Worse than Hell. Oh God, worse than Hell." He thrashed so hard he pulled out the central line. "Oh God, oh merciful God, I beseech thee, forgive me, forgive your poor failed servant, oh God forgive me, take me out of this shell, God, kill me…" He lapsed into Latin, then another language entirely unfamiliar to Sam, Dean and Reggie. Finally he arched up, back bowing, quivering on his shoulders and heels, mouth open, and screamed.

"The morphine." Gus lunged for the machine, and turned it up as high as the safety setting would allow. Within seconds, the extremity of the pain had eased. Rosier reached blindly for Gus. His touch seemed to soothe Rosier as much as the morphine. "Don't let go," Rosier murmured.

"I won't." Gus crawled up into the wide hospital bed, lying along his left side. The physical contact calmed Rosier, and he quickly drifted into a morphine haze.

Dean looked through the open door into the hallway. "Won't the nurse come see what that was?"

Gus shook his head. "One of us."

"Jesus, how many of you are there?" Dean rubbed his forehead.

"Topside? 1,452."

Dean stared at Gus.

"That's worldwide."

Dean didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. Reggie came up and gently took the knife from Sam. He rinsed it thoroughly, then washed it with antibiotic soap and rinsed it again, and finally he dried it off carefully.

"What are you thinking?" Sam asked.

"I think I know why the knives do what they do." He held the knife up, the light glinting off the blade. "The ritual you did. With the blood. How you said it pulled it up inside itself? I think…" He took a deep breath. "I think the love you two have is part of the knives now. And when you cut a demon, some of that gets inside them. And they can't bear it. It stirs some part of their humanity that's still there, deep inside somewhere. I think it hurts so bad that they'd rather ditch the body than stay in it another second."

"But this one is locked in, and can't leave."

"Yeah."

"So what's gonna happen to him?"

"No idea. Maybe it will wear off. Or maybe he'll scream forever."

Gus flinched. "I won't let that happen. I'll… there are weapons, special weapons that can kill us. I'll find one." He lay his head down on Rosier's chest. "I won't let that happen," he said to the unconscious demon.

Finally, he sat up, but did not let go of Rosier's hand. "You kept your part of the deal. I'll keep ours." He laid it all out, the plan to find a Boy King to lead the demon army and reclaim the world for the forces of darkness. How many children had been infected with demon blood. How it developed the latent psychic powers they all had. How eventually, the children, grown into young men and women, would be gathered, tested, made to fight, and a victor declared. A human with demon blood in him, who would give himself over to darkness and lead the demon army to bring Lucifer back into the world.

If it weren't for Dean's arm around him, Sam would have slowly moved back, away from the demons on the hospital bed, all the way back to the far wall, curled up in a fetal position and rocked back and forth.

But Dean gave him strength. Dean's arm pressed against him reassured him he was not alone. Dean would never let any of this happen. Not to Sam. Sam could feel it just as strong he could feel the ground beneath his feet.

"I'll help you. Help you fight him."

"How?"

Gus leaned forward. "There's a gun that used to belong to Samuel Colt…"

Comments

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

Great chapter! (As usual!)

I actually didn't think the knife would work on Rosier's locked in demon!soul in his vessel(person).

And love that Gus told them about "The Colt"!

<3

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

:)

[deansdirtybb.livejournal.com]

Great job - I love how you keep explaining all the ways that Sam and Dean are so very bonded and why their love is so special. And I just love this line "that it's not what you look at, it's the eyes you look with, that determines its true beauty."

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Thank you. That is so important. I mean, part of why we love Sam and Dean is that they are physically beautiful. Hardly anyone writes fanfiction about the cosplaying Sam and Dean (but I should totally do that oh my god yes), because they are not conventionally attractive on the outside. So it's something I'm playing with now in the story.

[deansdirtybb.livejournal.com]

You sooooo should totally do that! Yes, yes, yes

[spnjunkie25.livejournal.com]

Goodness I love this story! keep them coming! :D xoxo

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm so glad.

[imaginecoolname.livejournal.com]

I gotta agree with the comment above: I love the many ways in which the boys are bonded together in this fic. The idea of them being soul mates makes me very happy every time. :) And that their love can literally exorcise demons is another wonderful detail.

I'm glad they had this meeting, if only because now they have a clearer idea what they're dealing with and how they can kill Azazel. The love Gus has for Rosier is touching somehow, I like the idea of demons being redeemable by retaining shreds of their humanity. I'm also glad Rosier seems to have realized that he doesn't stand a chance with Sam against what the boys have between them.

Great chapter as always, thank you!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Thank you! It's those emotional beats that I love so much, and that make me need to keep writing this.

And the demon love thing... it's just working on me more and more. So many parallels to humans, with the guilt and shame we have at the bad things we've done, wanting redemption, forgiveness, even love.

[rianadrarrylove.livejournal.com]

Wow! I loved Rosier and Sam's interactions here- mixed with Dean and Gus, of course. Very interesting section of relationships going on... I'm actually surprised the knives didn't work- I thought that their love would sort of just fix everything- especially after Sam proved that (at least in his dream) he's more powerful than Azazel so.. Yeah. Still, I can't wait. I want more Juliane and Danny! Gus and Rosier! Reggie! Bobby! John! SamandDean!!!! I'm still amazed at the amount of side character arcs you've managed to properly entwine in this story- It's wonderful!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

No one is more amazed than I am! Honestly.

The knives... oh, you'll see. You'll seeeeeeeeeeee. :)

[fantasy719.livejournal.com]

I've just reread this from the beginning and I just have to say WOW!! This story just gets under my skin. I love the way you portray Sam and Dean and their love for each other. The purity of it. I can't wait to see where the story goes and where it ends.:)

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! We're getting very very close to the end now. Not much longer!

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Too many good things about this chapter!
Bonding Oooo!
The Colt Aaaahh!
All the characters being fracking awesome Yay!
I've done nothing today but read this...and it just keeps getting better : ) x

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I can tell you've done nothing today but read this! I love it.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Sorry : /
I know I overcomment but I just get too excited!
Feel free to tell me to shut up : ) x