How interesting and sad all at once. It's a nice balance of angst with intrigue and a little bit of something I can't quite put my finger on but enjoy anyway.
My favorite lines in the entire fic:
“What are you?” he demands and tries to pull away, but the grip is iron.
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Date: 2006-10-07 01:35 am (UTC)My favorite lines in the entire fic:
“What are you?” he demands and tries to pull away, but the grip is iron.
“Your guilt,” Dean answers, and laughs.
Just, wow. Great stuff. :)