stripytights

So nice to see new writing from you. I loved this, the stubborn set of Dean's shoulders, Sam's mournful eyes watching him. Dean in the shower, desperate and small, collapsing against Sam's chest. Such lovely, drawn out angst. I love that Sam never pushes at first, tries to always give Dean time to make up his own mind. Our big, gentle puppy. But then when things get down to the wire, he somehow manages to bend Dean around the sharp turn.

Lovely job. Merry Chrstmas hon!