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Hell Shall Not Wash Us Away (SPN, S6+)


Title: Hell Shall Not Wash Us Away
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. But I sure like messing them up…
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word count: ~2750
Beta Thanks:Yay ! Hugs her. She valiantly slaughtered hordes of grammar fail. What remains is still my fault.
Summary: The problem with permanent damage to the soul is that death does nothing to fix it. The first thing Sam sees when he gets to Heaven is Dean. The second is the wall...
Author Note #1: Now with TIMESTAMPS: The Call. and Such People Perish.
Author Note #2: This is only my second comment!meme fic, and way too fun. ’s lovely, complete prompt (containing fic spoilers) is here at:





Sam has been mildly afraid of death since they both visited Heaven. It’s one thing to hope for a nice afterlife. It’s quite another know that there are two guaranteed destinations and both of them have ripped you apart.

Dean goes almost instantly—heart attack, probably—on his (their) back porch the day he comes back from Ben’s oldest daughter’s high school graduation. Sam closes his eyes, burns, salts, and buries his ashes in the backyard, and waits a week to call anyone. They don’t need to know, it’s not like it will matter to Dean, and Sam needs time to fight down the urge to make a deal, to get his brother back any way he can. They’ve had time, good time, but old habits die hard and slow, if they died at all. Kind of like Winchesters. Except not.

Sam goes six months later, helping out two younger hunters—seems like everyone’s younger than him, now—take down a chimera. Didn’t even know there were chimera in northern New York, but one second he’s shoving a lead-topped broom handle down the bastard’s throat, and the next he’s elsewhere.

The first thing he sees is Dean.

He looks young, healthy and un-tired as he hasn’t in years. He also looks suspicious, staring down at Sam crouching in the calf-high grass, and for one stomach-dropping moment Sam thinks that this is a nightmare flashback to the last time Dean was gone and Sam did everything wrong. Slept with, drank down, and trusted the wrong people so hard because, with his brother gone, that was all he had.

“You didn’t off yourself, did you?” Dean says.

Sam shakes he head. “Chimera.”

Dean’s face breaks into the biggest grin Sam’s seen since he lit the obnoxious Viagra salesman’s truck on fire, and he pulls Sam to his feet. “Then what the hell took you so long! I’ve been waiting for damn near,” Dean checks a watch that doesn’t exist, “five minutes.” He can’t stop grinning.

And then Sam is locked in his brother’s arms, face buried in his neck, and it’s like every fucking time they came back to each other after being dead. But this time they’re dead, no next step, no options. This reunion is forever, and that feels damn good.

The second thing he sees is the wall. It’s twice his height and black stone, like unevenly-laid matte obsidian. The mortar—if that’s what it is—seeps around the rough, jagged edges like every stone covers up a wound.

“What the fuck is that,” Sam breathes when, together, they pull out of the hug.

Dean glances back, and his expression darkens. “A wall, I’m guessing. Wasn’t here before you showed up.” His mouth quirks. “Don’t scratch it.”

“Why would I ever want to touch that?”

~*~

Their house is a hybrid of every home they ever valued, and it’s bigger on the inside. There’s a kitchen from Dean’s memories of Lawrence, and Sam’s library from Palo Alto, and one truly skeevy bathroom that feels like an in-joke neither brother will admit to. There’s a garage where Dean fixes cars—Sam wonders sometimes where the cars come from, because he would certainly have remembered that awful grape-purple Porsche—and a gravel driveway for the Impala, which sits in isolated splendor, never gets rained on and never needs to be waxed. There’s a porch, and when Castiel stops by they drink beer there and watch sunsets that seem to last for hours, talking porn, monsters, civil wars, reality TV, and anything that comes into their heads.

They can drive for miles and meet nothing and no one. Just the two of them, the highway, and the car. Or they can drive five minutes and get to the Roadhouse or Bobby’s or the Grand Canyon. Sometimes they end up in the Wyoming Devil’s Trap, or Detroit, but the streets are always empty, demons, monsters, and indifferent strangers no part of their heaven.

The first inkling they get that something might be wrong is when Dean walks out the door one day and spots something seeping out from under the wall. It looks a bit like old blood and bit like molten rock, and it crawls from beneath the black stones and around the edge of their porch before sliding back under the wall, like a semi-sentient river, or that goo from the second Ghostbusters movie.

Dean walks back inside, closes and locks the door, and then punches Sam in the shoulder. “Don’t scratch the fucking wall,” he says, smiling, but Sam can hear the worry under the words.

The second clue is when Sam wakes up and he’s not in their house, in bed next to his brother. He’s in a gray tenement with black mold on the walls, and he can taste blood in his mouth and hear Ruby showering beneath the rust-rot spray of old lead piping.

“Dean?” he says, trying to hold down the first edge of panic. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening again.

The edges of the tenement begin to dissolve the second he can clearly see them, but beyond those broken edges, he can hear screams and see the ruddy flicker of fire and he’s cold, so fucking cold and so utterly alone.

“Dean!” he gasps, and then there’s a hand on his shoulder, his big brother pulling him up, and the world snaps into place again: the little house, the sunshine, the Impala in the yard.

But the birds aren’t singing, and there’s a certain red glow to the morning that there hasn’t been in all the time—years, decades, minutes, not-fucking-long-enough-with-you—that’s he’s been in heaven.

He grips Dean’s arm like he can keep his brother if he just holds on hard enough, even though that has never really worked.

“Were you there?” he asks. “Fuck, Dean, did you—“

Dean’s eyes are hard, but not angry at Sam. “Weird shit went down. You were here but not, and the house started…it was fucking weird, Sammy.”

“You weren’t there.” It’s the worst thing. The most horrible thing. And it’s happening all over again.

“I’m here now, Sam, and I’m not gonna let you go anywhere.”

~*~

Sam has three more attacks before Cas shows up. For the first, he remembers being soulless, walking around with the essence of himself absent, simply gone. The second is like the headaches he used to have before visions—but worse, he can see the world warping from the force of his pain, knows that he’s not hallucinating the walls burning in their little house, the Impala dug sideways into the earth as through crushed by a giant hand, and Dean fighting his way to Sam’s side, the only thing not thrown twenty feet by the force of the pain, memory, screaming seeping through.

The third is the worst because it’s black. Nothing but black. The world, the heaven that they have built is just gone, and Sam feels like that spider dangled over the pit, but this thread will snap, and when he hits he will break into pieces and there will be nothing but pain. Only Dean’s hand gripping his so tightly it hurts in a basic, physical way keeps him from breaking those threads.

Afterward, Sam stares at the ceiling and gasps like he can only get enough air if he feels the pain of his lungs expanding, and Dean swears under his breath.

“We’re dead and in Heaven and the universe is still fucking with us,” Dean says. “That’s just our luck. Winchesters: Making bad situations worse since 1973”

“Yeah,” Sam agrees. “Gotta stick with what you know, I guess.”

Dean relaxes, marginally, and grins. “Not the first time we’ve ended up in a handbasket.” He glances at the wall. “Though I do wish we had a better idea of where we’re going this time.”

When Castiel arrives, they are slowly picking their way through the possessions it took them a lifetime to accumulate in memory and the safety of Heaven to keep. Dean’s records, Sam’s books their stupid FBI-impersonation suits tangled together like tragic lovers, ripped apart by whatever the fuck was happening in Sam’s head, which is half their shared world.

“I’m sorry” are the first words out of Cas’s mouth, and Sam feels his stomach drop.

Dean holds up a broken AC/DC record. “I’m sorry, too. You know how long it’s going to take me to make up this stuff again?” He tries to smile, but they both know Cas isn’t talking about the superficial damage to their little heaven.

“It’s the wall,” Castiel says. “It’s breaking.”

Like they couldn’t tell that. Like they hadn’t both been sneaking looks at the crumpling black stones that seem to be sinking into the ground, shifting position every day until their already uncertain balance is as tenuous as a pile of dominoes. Once the stones looked like obsidian blocks, but they’re more like sheets of slate now, and the bile-green mortar oozing between the edges flickers with fire.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Dean says. “What can we do?”

Castiel spreads his arms. “We can’t."

Dean glares. "What the fuck do you mean, we can't? Cas, we've saved the world a couple times, I think we can handle a little shakin'."

Cas won’t look Sam in the eye, “It’s not just affecting you. Sam's instability is spreading.”

Sam feels cold. “Spreading how?”

“Fuck that,” Dean says, stepping between Sam and the angel. “Maybe it’s me, you ever thought of that? I’ve got enough damned memories that I’m sure I could raise a little Hell up here, shake things up. Do you hear me, Cas?”

“I hear you, Dean.” But Cas ignores him, forcing himself to look up at Sam. “Places that are important to the two of you are worst affected. The Roadhouse is cracking, there’s a river of cockroaches outside of Bobby Singer’s. But the instability of the Cage is reaching beyond that. There have been heaven-quakes as far away as the Middle Ages and…I’m sorry. Hell-memories are one thing—and bad enough, Dean, there are souls that won’t come anywhere near your home—but the structure of Heaven cannot survive exposure to the Cage.”

Sam licks his lips. “Do I have to go back? What are…what are my options?” He tries to keep his voice even, but the snapshot memories he’s been experiencing lately have done more to terrify him than death ever did.

“Fuck that,” Dean snaps, but Cas is already shaking his head.

“Not the true Cage. But your memories of it are starting to shape this world and if that continues…Heaven would not survive. Other souls would not survive. Heaven would become worse than Hell, and I cannot allow that.”

Sam tries to laugh, but it doesn’t work. “So, what? Reincarnation? Hell proper?” The Cage terrifies him, but the thought of leaving this place, leaving the precarious mirage of peace they’ve built here—leaving Dean—puts him close to panicking. Another lifetime alone. Another eternity alone. He was lucky not to end the world in the six months between their death, and did the first time Dean died.

“I can…break you off from the rest of Heaven. It wouldn’t be Hell, but shaped by your memories…” Cas stops, looks down. “It’s not a very good choice, but it’s the best I have.”

Sam can tell that it hurts Cas to say that, hurts him to give up what the Winchesters have given him as well. And that knowledge—this is not gods and angels shafting them again, this is a friend doing what he has to do, doing what Sam would want him to do to keep the world safe—helps him force a smile onto his face.

“Yeah. I understand.” Sam takes a breath. “So, when does it have to go down?”

“Sooner is better. Now, if…I came to do it now, but I could wait.” Cas glances at the blood from the wall lapping at the porch and their jury-rigged sandbags. “But not long.”

“No, do it.” Sam doesn’t think there are any more options. He doesn’t think waiting will present any more possibilities, just give time for the panic and terror to eat their way through his will. Give him time to think about leaving his brother again, for the last time. Existence could never get better than this, but Winchesters are used to life getting worse.

Nobody sane would walk into the hell that waits beyond the wall. And Sam won’t ask Dean to.

But Dean doesn’t give him the opportunity to ask, just steps up and throws an arm over his shoulder. “Sam’s right. Better do it fast, Cas. Give our regards to Bobby and the gang, yeah?”

“Dean, you don’t—“

“Yes I do, Sam.” Dean’s voice is quiet, and he’s still looking at Castiel, but Sam shuts up. “Where you go, I go. And, besides, what kind of heaven would I have without you?”

Cas takes a deep breath, even though he has never needed to breathe. “I will miss you. Both of you.”

“Yeah, us too,” Sam says. “Thanks for...everything. Really, everything.”

Dean fistpumps. “Team Free Will.”

Castiel nods. “Team Free Will.”

And then the world dissolves.

It’s the same little house, with the wreckage of Sam’s brainstorm around them, the blood river lapping at the edges, but Castiel is gone, the wall glows a ruddy red, and there is the certain feeling that nothing exists beyond the edge of their yard, where the world fades into fog and smoke and flashes of something that could be lightning and could just be fire.

Sam shivers and pulls Dean into a hug. He can feel the wall again, the jagged, angry, hot presence in his head, and he can feel it creaking, breaking, cracking around the edges, as though being cut off from Heaven was the one thing it needed to shake loose completely, to break the good luck that has kept Sam sane and out of the Cage for his life and death so far.

Dean pulls his head down until Sam’s face is buried in his big brother’s jacket, one hand on his shoulder rubbing soothing circles like he used to when they were kids and Sam had the latest cold, flu, or supernatural injury. “Hey Sam,” he said. “Remember, you’ve had a lot of life. You’ve got everything before, and everything after, and we’ve had this, right? We’ve had heaven. And that’s got to be something.”

“Yeah, it’s something, Dean.” Sam holds on. Holds on like his brother is the only thing holding him to sanity, because he is.

“You’ve got me, too. All my memories. I’ve got a lot of bad spots, but I’m here, Sammy, a whole other lifetime to build a world out of. We’re the Winchesters, and there is not one fucking thing that we can’t beat if we do it together, right Sam?”

Sam laughs. It sounds like Dean’s been rehearsing this. Sam isn’t sure if he should be horrified by the depth of his brother’s love and madness, or if he should just be pathetically grateful that nothing has ever broken them of this oneness with each other. “Not our first Apocalypse,” he agrees.

“Damn straight,” Dean says. “And here we are, still alive.” He pauses. “Well, you know what I mean. The Apocalypse didn’t kill us. And nothing can. Kill us.”

“Yeah, Dean,” Sam says, and he believes it. He really truly wholly believes this for probably the first time in his existence, without a shred of doubt, because his brother has gone to Hell and Heaven and lived and died, come back, and now has walked into the Cage with him without a second’s hesitation or regret. Sam regrets that Dean is trapped, that Dean is trapped with him, but he is happy too that there is nothing after this, nothing that can break them apart.

And then the wall falls, with a crash-SNAP that Sam can feel in his bones, and the day goes dark and the wind is made of screaming and not wind at all and the ocean of blood—that was just a river a heartbeat ago—rushes forward and sweeps away the records, the guns, the books, the clothes; sweeps them away like a flash flood can sweep away a life and hits the Winchesters with all the power of Hell while they stand united, still, and unprotected.

Every single fucking thing that made up their lives and memories—from Impalas to popcorn—is dragged away, washed away, broken, burned, gone before their eyes, but the red rush parts around their planted feet, their bowed heads, their embrace, and Sam and Dean stand whole, untouched, and together before the rage of deepest Hell.


FOOTNOTE

*spider dangled over the pit—There was always a “Sinner in the Hands of an Angry God” reference in this paragraph, but I had it all wrong the first time. This is an ACTUAL reference, though I’m by no means doing much with it, besides shamelessly using Edwards’ imagery. NO SHAME.

ETA: Thanks to jackien1968 for catching editing and continuity errors! They have been fixed! (or at least, hopefully, improved?) :)

Comments

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brosedshield
Apr. 27th, 2011 04:38 pm (UTC)
I LOVE Sam and Dean united. I firmly believe that together nothing can stand against them. Or, at least, nothing can squash them like bugs...

In my happy happy world their heaven, even WITH the Cage, is just the happy life of Sam and Dean, without very many friends and with weird-crazy real estate. And maybe monsters. But hey, they've done that before...

I'm SO happy you liked it!
justmmy
Apr. 27th, 2011 01:36 pm (UTC)
This story should come with complementary hugs and puppies to cuddle. It's so heartbreakingly sweet. *sniffle* And the imagery, the analogies... god, all of it was just so good.

.....*whimpers and goes off in search of fluff*
brosedshield
Apr. 27th, 2011 04:43 pm (UTC)
*serious eyes* I shall try to find some puppies and hugs next time. Though knowing me that could go very badly...

*hug* So happy you liked it!
de_nugis
Apr. 27th, 2011 02:43 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you, thank you. (One of Jonathan Edwards' daughters was an ancestress of mine -- trufax.) I love what you did with the Wall, how menacing a presence it is, and I love how the first part of the story is full of elements of curtain!fic, Sam and Dean building themselves the kind of stability full of mundane details they've never had. And I also love how they are able to cope, in a way, with its destruction. I imagine in the end not just that they can survive the cage flood with epic love, but that they will take the light and dark of their combined store of memories and build a life again from scratch.
brosedshield
Apr. 27th, 2011 04:52 pm (UTC)
Wow, that's neat that I pulled Edwards reference out of thin air (though the first thing I wrote was not actually an Edwards reference, but rather my jumbled memory of an Edwards reference that had taken two of his analogies and smashed them together; alas, my brain) and it resonates. *nods* We must have a brain connection, at least for this fic. I also mentioned the Middle Ages because I had been browsing your journal before I went to the comment!meme and then it was YOUR prompt, so of course I had to. And, well, I've had medieval SPN fic on the brain as well, so that might contribute too.

Though I do think that eras would be like districts in heaven. And mostly people would stay surrounded by the people who had died about the same time as themselves because those would be the mindsets and the cultural references that would make sense.

Hmmm, I wonder if some people would travel...

(This story has way to much to do with the Ephemera series by Anne Bishop. Though, that's not the worst thing it could be. The WORLD was cool, even if the characters were shallow, shallow, shallow [but sweet *pats them*])
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borgmama1of5
Apr. 27th, 2011 07:44 pm (UTC)
You utterly devasted me. It is so unfair that Sam still cannot have peace, but I love that Dean stayed with him without a second thought and that Sam accepted it without arguing, because if they had to be cast into the pseusdo cage, at least they were united.
brosedshield
Apr. 27th, 2011 08:23 pm (UTC)
I'm pleased to have devastated you, even though that might make me a horrible person :P

Yeah, the Winchesters never exactly get breaks. But I firmly believe that together they can conquer the pseudo-Cage. I think it'll be the equivalent of living on an active volcanic island which also has tidal waves and man-eating ants (you never know when you're going to have to run like hell, hide in a cave, or start beating something with sticks) but THEY CAN DO IT, because they are the Winchesters, dammit. *nods decisively*
fourtenpm
Apr. 27th, 2011 08:02 pm (UTC)
The last part of the story did not happen. Says resolutely, Sam and Dean live in heaven happily happily ever after.

Go to a quiet corner to bawl my eyes out.
brosedshield
Apr. 27th, 2011 08:26 pm (UTC)
Awww *hug* If it's any consolation, I firmly believe that they will live happily ever after, even in the Heaven-Hell-Cage hybrid where they now find themselves because they are TOGETHER.

Though I'm beginning to suspect that I'm going to have to write a happy fic that proves this, or no one will believe me. :)
sinka
Apr. 27th, 2011 10:31 pm (UTC)
*sniffle* This is so cruel... their heaven was so beautiful and they deserved a bit of happiness, damn it! but even after death they cannot be truly at peace!

But damn it, I'm an optimist and I want to think that after a couple hundred years Sam will start healing (with Dean's help) and little by little their books, their records, their cars will start appearing again. Until they have beautiful house and Cass comes back to carry them to heaven again... yep, that's what I'm going to believe!!

Sweet and heartbreaking and epic... Definitely a keeper!! thank you!!
brosedshield
Apr. 28th, 2011 04:49 am (UTC)
That's my hope for heaven for them too! Or maybe sooner. After all, they've never been inside each other's head before when crap went down, so maybe this time when they're about as close as you can get, they will be able to alter time and space and survive/shape the pseudo-Cage.

At least, that's what I'm hoping.

Thank you for liking it and commenting!
whereupon
Apr. 28th, 2011 12:21 am (UTC)
Oh, dude, this is awesome. I love the rhythm of the last few paragraphs, especially. And how this would be a tragedy, if not for the fact that they are together and that's everything. <3
brosedshield
Apr. 28th, 2011 04:52 am (UTC)
ExACTly. When they're together they have Heaven and the world. Yaaay, glad you liked it!
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brosedshield
Apr. 28th, 2011 04:58 am (UTC)
Yay thank you! I love to share, and it's totally because of comments like yours (and because I'm a bit of a writing addict, but I suppose I could just WRITE then and not post...).

Yeah, the boys should stay together forever, the end and the beginning and everything else.
mdlaw
Apr. 28th, 2011 01:09 am (UTC)
Hell Shall Not Wash Us Away
This was great. Dean would never abandon Sammy, and Sam would always choose the right thing. m :)
brosedshield
Apr. 28th, 2011 04:42 am (UTC)
Re: Hell Shall Not Wash Us Away
Indeed. They must always be together! Thank you. :)
tahirire
Apr. 28th, 2011 04:18 am (UTC)
*dies a little*

Yes, so much. Thank you!
brosedshield
Apr. 28th, 2011 04:59 am (UTC)
Thank YOU for reading and enjoying!
sylvia37
Apr. 28th, 2011 06:37 am (UTC)
Wow, this was really great. Heartwrenching, but great. I especially love this:

"We’re dead and in Heaven and the universe is still fucking with us,” Dean says. “That’s just our luck. Winchesters: Making bad situations worse since 1973”

Awesome really.

Sylvia
brosedshield
Apr. 29th, 2011 02:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! Yeah, Winchesters have never ever been able to get a break. I don't remember the last time something went WELL for them, on a basic level. Though S6 is starting to make me more happy again, so maybe I'm just complaining for no reason.

Glad you liked it! It was so enjoyable to write.
catsintheattic
Apr. 28th, 2011 06:41 am (UTC)
Hell Shall Not Wash Us Away
That was such an intriguing concept and powerful execution. Loved the flow of the words so much! My heart broke for both boys when they couldn't stay at their happy heaven. But that last image of them standing untouched and together, no matter what, mended the heartbreak. They will never give up! ♥
brosedshield
Apr. 29th, 2011 02:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Hell Shall Not Wash Us Away
Absolutely! And I honestly feel like they're going to be able to take this Cage-world and make it something good, because they can conquer anything if they do it together! Thank you for commenting!
arliss
Apr. 28th, 2011 09:42 am (UTC)
No. Do not want.

Yes, well-conceived and nicely written.

Still do not want.
brosedshield
Apr. 29th, 2011 03:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the compliments even if it wasn't your cup of tea.

If it's any consolation, I don't think that this is the end for them, nor do I think it's going to be the worst thing to happen to them in their existences. I think every time they died apart is still going to be worse than this one time they end up somewhere other than Heaven together.
casdean
Apr. 28th, 2011 08:12 pm (UTC)
Nice. Really nice. I mean, its scary and hard but hey, its the Winchester, what else should I expect? Well done!
brosedshield
Apr. 29th, 2011 03:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Yeah, Winchesters never get a break, nor are they capable of doing things the easy way. *grin* Which is why we love them, and cry for them.
king_ink
Apr. 29th, 2011 01:42 am (UTC)
Ah, apocalypticism. The concept really worked for me, definitely one of the best Ever After fics out there and damn I really want everything to end this way in The Show too.


I just realized this actually reminds me of that South Park episode about the "Imagination Land" and beer came out of my nose the second time in 10 minutes because of SPN fic.
brosedshield
Apr. 29th, 2011 03:04 pm (UTC)
I'm glad it worked for you, and thank you for the compliment! Yeah, it would be nice if the Show could end...happy. I've been worrying about the boys' deaths since they went to Heaven because that wasn't really that fun, and they are running out of places to end up. And everyone dies (and stays dead) sometime. Alas, poor Winchesters.

I haven't seen that South Park episode (though I've only caught a couple episodes, so that isn't really surprising). Maybe I should check it out.
jackien1968
Apr. 30th, 2011 07:00 pm (UTC)
This is gorgeous. You somehow manage to use their love to wrangle a happy ending out of Hell crashing down on them.


There's a continuity error here:
“It’s the wall,” Castiel says. “It’s breaking.”
...

“No shit, Sherlock,” Dean says. “What can we do?”

Castiel spreads his arms and won’t look Sam in the eye. “We can’t.”

Sam feels cold. “Spreading how?”

He won’t look Sam in the eye, “it’s not just affecting you. The instability is spreading.”
It's not hard to piece together, but I would rather hear from you exactly how it "really" went.

Also: "he is happy too that there is nothing after this, that nothing that can break them apart." One of the "that"s in the second clause needs to go; which one of course affects the meaning.


Off to read the other now...


<33
J
brosedshield
Apr. 30th, 2011 07:44 pm (UTC)
Yaaay glad you liked it! Thanks for catching the second typo! The first one *shifty eyes* I've known about but need to get my brain into gear to change it into something. Because it EXISTS because I needed to change something and changed it BADLY and now it's like "Damn, what did I want there again" *lazy author is ashamed of herself*

I love giving them a happy ending. Even when their (after)lives fail them. :))
vail_kagami
May. 15th, 2011 04:10 pm (UTC)
I had hoped someone would fill this, and this fill is awesome. The image of the wall as a physical thing going through their heaven is delightfully creepy. And the ending... I don't even need to mention how awesome the ending is.
brosedshield
May. 16th, 2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
Oh thank you so much! *jumps in joy* I'm so happy you found it awesome! I love the wall too (I would pat it fondly but that would be disgusting). And I'm REALLY happy you didn't find it hideously depressing. I'm planning to write more...some day...soon? Hopefully! Oh, your comment made me so happy, thank you!
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wednesday_d
May. 15th, 2011 09:11 pm (UTC)
Oh dear God...Oh my fucking GOD!! That was so heart-breakingly beautiful!! So sad and so intense - epic fic! The last few paragraphs had my heart and stomach clenched and really, I can't think of another word to describe this but beautiful!! Thank you so much for writing it!!
brosedshield
May. 16th, 2011 04:53 pm (UTC)
Wow, that is one touching, beautiful comment. Thank you so much! Heart-breaking, sad, intense, epic! *totally blushing right now*. Thank you so much, both for reading, and enjoying, and leaving such lovely words. YAY!
varkelton
Jun. 18th, 2011 05:03 am (UTC)
Congratulations! Your story has been recced at spn_littlebro!
brosedshield
Jun. 18th, 2011 05:05 am (UTC)
Yay! Thank you!
keerawa
Oct. 27th, 2011 03:04 pm (UTC)
Oh HELL yeah. You have a real gift for emotional descriptions. He’s in a gray tenement with black mold on the walls, and he can taste blood in his mouth and hear Ruby showering beneath the rust-rot spray of old lead piping carried so much weight. I could feel Sam's panic, his aloneness, before he even mentioned it. I love Sam immediately telling Cas to do it, and Dean stepping up and volunteering to be with him in their very own hybrid of Heaven and Hell.

Devotion. Love. That's what it's all about.
brosedshield
Oct. 27th, 2011 04:15 pm (UTC)
THANK YOU SO MUCH. I love visceral description, where you feel, smell, taste, and bleed the emotions almost before you know what there are (both reading and writing). I'm glad it had such as strong effect!

Totally totally about love. I keep wanting to write more in this 'verse, because it's so much about Sam and Dean together forever (even for those months when they're not, and Sam has to go it alone :( .
katsheswims
Oct. 27th, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC)
This was amazing. Very heartbreaking though. I almost teared up near the end, after Dean's speech.

Keep up the good work!
brosedshield
Oct. 27th, 2011 05:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you! This is one of my favorites as well. :D
auroramama
Nov. 14th, 2011 04:33 am (UTC)
not wash us away
Lovely work. Heaven and Sam's-memory-hell are both so vivid and affecting. I have no trouble believing they'll survive, become stronger, and rebuild their Heaven piece by piece, with no Wall needed... and Heaven will be honored to rejoin them.
brosedshield
Nov. 14th, 2011 06:11 am (UTC)
Re: not wash us away
Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it!

Yeah, I have story bits in my head for how they manage to build ANOTHER life for themselves in this new place, and it's hard, but a little Hell definitely can't bring the Winchesters down!
machidieles
Dec. 24th, 2011 05:25 pm (UTC)
I really don't know what to write. It was just... a heartbreakingly good story (I had to go in another room because I didn't want my family to see my crying and ask questions). This is so much them. For their personnality to choices. For their not luck and their love. I love when story are great like that and when they make me feel emotions (okay that does sound a little psychopatic, but...yeah).
Thank you a lot for this story, I really, really love it :)
brosedshield
Dec. 24th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! And that doesn't sound psychopathic at all, that sounds like really appreciating the power of stories. I love this story too, and it's always great when I hear back that people are just as touched. I'm so so glad that you felt so strongly, that's the best compliment an author can get!
annaamell
Feb. 5th, 2012 04:28 pm (UTC)
More of this wonderful story?
I haven't posted before, but I must have read this story a couple dozen times by now. It is absolutely beautiful, but heartbreaking. I come back periodically to re-read and to see if maybe you've added what comes next. Is there any hope that will happen?
brosedshield
Feb. 6th, 2012 12:14 am (UTC)
Re: More of this wonderful story?
Thank you thank you! That's the best compliment possible, to know that you want more!

I definitely have more for this story in my head! The trouble keeps showing up when I try to mix all the little ideas together into something that makes a decent STORY. I also kind of want to write Sam and Dean's deathscenes, which should be a lot less depressing than they sound (well, kinda? *is hopeful*)

So, anyway, there is DEFINITELY hope. Thank you so much for commenting! That always helps me get excited about a story again :)
Re: More of this wonderful story? - annaamell - Feb. 24th, 2012 10:06 pm (UTC) - Expand
vicious_sanity
Oct. 5th, 2012 09:09 pm (UTC)
Wrote. This was fantastic.

Their after death reunion was sweet and made me smile. Your imagery was so intense and haunting, at times.

I love that Dean seemed to know why the wall was there, but kept pretending it would last. And then when it didn't, he went with Sam! I had no doubt.

I loved the end, with the brothers standing firm to their fate, together. Always together. Beautiful and moving.
brosedshield
Oct. 7th, 2012 12:27 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I can never really see either of the being really happy without the other, you know? And together, they can conquer everything (at least that's what I choose to believe :)
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