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Fic rec, and why I love fanfic
at the crossroads, I am standing is a hot and heatbreaking new fic by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
missyjack. It really captures the emotions and tensions of this season of SPN.
You know what I really, really, love about fanfic? The way someone can take everything we see on screen and turn it into words in a way that makes the canon shiny and new. The way someone can watch the same show I'm watching and say stuff that I already know, but phrase it in a way that makes it click in a whole new way for me.
In this fic, it was these few lines
When Dean looks down Sam’s back he sees the wound, a long ribbon of white skin just below Sam’s shoulder blades. He hasn’t seen it since that night, hasn’t wanted to see what is to him, not something he healed, but a reminder of what he should never have let happen.
Dean reaches down and runs two fingers along it, fingertips bumping over the ridges of Sam’s spine below the healed skin.
Beneath him, Sam arches his back down, trying to escape the touch.
"No," he whispers. "Don’t."
"But it’s real, Sam." Dean covers it with the palm of his hand. "It’s part of you; part of us."
"It’s how I killed you."
See? Nothing I didn't already know, and nothing that hasn't been said by a hundred other fen in meta, fic and squee. But, I dunno about you, but that just sends my head spinning with thinky thoughts, and new stuff and...
Just...yeah.
Perspective. That's what I love about fanfic.
Also, it's hot.
missyjack. It really captures the emotions and tensions of this season of SPN.You know what I really, really, love about fanfic? The way someone can take everything we see on screen and turn it into words in a way that makes the canon shiny and new. The way someone can watch the same show I'm watching and say stuff that I already know, but phrase it in a way that makes it click in a whole new way for me.
In this fic, it was these few lines
When Dean looks down Sam’s back he sees the wound, a long ribbon of white skin just below Sam’s shoulder blades. He hasn’t seen it since that night, hasn’t wanted to see what is to him, not something he healed, but a reminder of what he should never have let happen.
Dean reaches down and runs two fingers along it, fingertips bumping over the ridges of Sam’s spine below the healed skin.
Beneath him, Sam arches his back down, trying to escape the touch.
"No," he whispers. "Don’t."
"But it’s real, Sam." Dean covers it with the palm of his hand. "It’s part of you; part of us."
"It’s how I killed you."
See? Nothing I didn't already know, and nothing that hasn't been said by a hundred other fen in meta, fic and squee. But, I dunno about you, but that just sends my head spinning with thinky thoughts, and new stuff and...
Just...yeah.
Perspective. That's what I love about fanfic.
Also, it's hot.