COMPLETED


Ok, this is a short story, but I'm going to post it in three different parts.

Oh and just a fair warning, you may need tissues...
And ice cream.
And chocolate.
And a fuzzy pillow to cuddle.

Evil/Scary/Sad! Sam makes an appearance...

And did I mention the Winchester hug? :rolleyes: And I said WINCHESTER hug, and not that other kind of hug. I don't do that.

Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can't believe I actually finished a story! Wow... This is a momentous occasion! lol



A Brother's Struggle- PART ONE

Lightening snaked through the sky as thunder rumbled in the distance. Moon and stars were hidden behind immense clouds, resulting in a South Dakota night blacker than pitch. Rain fell in torrents, flooding the gutters and lining the driveway with crater-sized puddles.

Within the house, the lights flickered once, twice, and then went out completely, casting the house in darkness save for the firelight dancing over the Key of Solomon painted on the ceiling. Whether the cause of the power outage was the storm or the demon trapped at the center of the room was inconsequential.

Snarls and obscenities, originating from beneath the devil’s trap, echoed off the walls and competed with the roar of the storm raging outside. Rough hemp raised angry red welts where the rope bit into the wrists and denim-clad legs of the demon-possessed man while he shouted at the dark and seemingly empty room.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” he mocked, stretching his lips into a wicked sneer. “If you want a piece of me, you’re not gonna get it while hiding in the shadows like a coward!”

Making a show of pulling at his bindings, he smirked and continued, “I’d come to you, but you seem to be into that S and M kinky crap. Just promise you’ll still respect me in the morning.”

“You’ve got a smart mouth for a demon about to be shagging ass back to hell.”

The rumble of a low, deadly voice had the demon’s head shooting up and focusing on the shadows where the sound had emanated.

A tall shadow separated itself from the darkened corner of the room.

The scathing retort died on the lips of the demon and he ceased his struggles as the lean man stepped into the wavering light cast by the fire.

Deftly covering his hesitation, the demon replied with a forced grin, “Ahhh. Should’ve known. You Winchester boys always were into bondage.”

Seeing the hunter’s jaw tighten, the demon continued with a sly smile, “But it seems we’re one Winchester short. Tell me, Sammy, where is that big brother of yours?”

However, the demon’s mocking tone soon turned into screams of anguish as holy water was thrown in his face.

The hunter leaned down until he was on eye level with the ensnared demon squirming in pain and pulling at his bindings.

Teeth bared, the hunter growled, “It’s Sam.”

Breath hitching as smoke rose from his damp skin, the demon only glared in response.

Both hunter and hunted stared at each other for the span of several heartbeats as rain mercilessly pummeled the roof and thunder vibrated the windows.

“Okay, Princess. How’s about we make a deal? I’ll call you Sam if you let me out of this trap.”

“You want to make a deal? Okay, how about this one,” with lightening speed, Sam had the demon’s head pulled back by the hair and a knife held to his lips, “I’ll cut out your tongue, then I won’t have to worry about your smart mouth at all.”
The demon gulped as the razor-sharp tip of the knife pricked his lower lip.

“Aeh liked dah virst deal ‘etter,” he slurred against the knife point.

Sam released the demon, sending him slamming forward as the chair settled back onto all four legs.

“Touchy, aren’t we?” The demon grunted. “Easy, Sammy, you wouldn’t want to damage this fine packaging.” The demon grinned again and a tiny drop of blood oozed from his lip where the knife had pierced the skin.

“That’s it. You wanna play, you demonic son of a bitch?”

The demon watched, wide-eyed, as Sam thrust the blade of the knife into the wood floor at his feet then pulled a gun from the back of his waistband. Venom dripping from his voice, the hunter held the end of the long barrel to the demon’s forehead, “Fine. Let’s play.”

“You wouldn’t.” Doubt crept into the demon’s voice, undermining his confident words as he fought to not recoil from the cold metal of the Colt pressed between his eyebrows.

“Oh I wouldn’t? Huh,” Sam raised his eyebrows and the light from the fire glinted off his cold eyes as he cocked the gun, “You sure about that?”

“Sam.” The gruff voice had both hunter and demon turning their heated gazes on the doorway.

“I need to talk to you for a minute.” the voice continued, vibrating with tension and strain.

“Kinda busy right now,” Sam replied coolly as he turned his attention back to the demon glaring at the hunters.

“Sam. It wasn’t a request.”

Hearing the underlying threat in the rigid command, Sam’s eyes narrowed and remained locked on the depthless black of the demon’s. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he pushed back from the demon and after securing the Colt, shoved it into the back of his waistband. Eyes still on the demon, the shaggy-haired hunter reached down and pulled the knife from the floor, sheathing it at his ankle. As he turned toward the doorway, the demon chuckled.

“Geeze, Sammy. Never thought you would need a leash. Although with that hair, you do kinda look like a dog. A sad little kicked puppy, lashing out at anyone who comes near. It’d be heartbreaking if it wasn’t so pathetic.”

If the other hunter hadn’t had such quick reflexes, Sam would have ripped the demon to shreds with his bare hands. He had turned on his heel and was already halfway back to the laughing demon when two strong arms came around his waist and tugged.

“Damn it, Sam! He’s just wheedling you! Now stop fighting me and get your ass in the kitchen! Now!”

Sam did as the voice commanded and stopped struggling to free himself from the grip of the elder hunter. Nostrils flaring, he shot a heated glare at the demon in the center of the room. Straightening, he tugged his shirt back into place and stalked into the kitchen without a backward glance.

*****

Sam paced the room like a caged animal.

“Damn it, Sam. You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep lettin’ demons rile you up like that! What the hell were you thinking, anyway? That’s a man out there, Sam,” he gestured to the other room, “Yeah he’s possessed by a demon, but you can’t just go killing humans!”

Sam stopped pacing, mid-stride, and turned to face the man staring at him as if he’d just grown another head.

“What was I thinking? I was thinking that this is a friggin war and that there’re gonna be casualties.”

The hunter’s eyes widened. “Casualties? Sammy, what the hell’s gotten into you?”

The air left the hunter’s lungs in a whoosh as he found himself pinned to the wall by Sam’s sinewy forearms.

“Dean...” Taking an unsteady breath, Sam continued, “Dean… was the only one who got to call me Sammy.” Releasing the hunter, Sam stepped back and plunged his hands into his hair. Taking a deep breath as his nostrils flared and his jaw trembled, he turned away from the bewildered hunter still leaning against the wall. “Sorry, Bobby. I’ll take care of the demon.” After a few steps, and without breaking stride on his way back to the demon, he added, “Without killing the man.”

Bobby shook his head sadly. “That boy’s gonna snap…” And I can’t watch him go over the edge when he’s so set to self-destruct, he added under his breath.

With another sad shake of his head, the elder hunter patted his pockets in search of the keys to his truck. After finding them and pulling on a heavy jacket, Bobby Singer left the only person still alive that mattered to him inside his house with a demon as he walked out into the storm, closing the door behind him.





Part 2 will be up just as soon as I finish coding it (italics and such. What a pain. lol)

Hmmm... On second thought, I'm going to hold the next two parts hostage until I get comments!! Mwwwahhahahahahaaha!!!! *evil laughter* :evil

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Ok, so I won't hold them hostage, but I really would love to get some feedback from this fic. Out of all the stories I've posted, I've only ever gotten a handful of comments from all of them COMBINED. *sniffles*

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Ok. Pity party over. :) lol



PART TWO COMING SOON! :skip

you can always get a feel for a good story, and I'm having one for your first chapter. I loved, loved, loved it.. well done

I love it!!!I'm always very happy that Bobby is with the boys,well with the boy in this case!Bobby is a character that I really love-please update soon as possible :D

Brilliant start :clap
Looking forward to finding out what's going to happen next and of course that hug ;)

Hmmm... Since I got so many comments already, I guess I can release the second part. ;) lol

Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement. It is greatly appreciated. :skip

I meant to have this next part up yesterday, but after getting all the codes put in (and there are a heck of a lot of them in this chapter), my internet crashed and I lost the whole thing. :bang

I think you can understand why I needed to get away from my computer for a while after that. Otherwise, I would have done this: :comp lol







A Brother's Struggle- PART TWO


“Ahh he’s back. Did daddy ground you? Take away your driving privileges?”

Sam’s jaw clenched as he ignored the demon and walked over to his duffle bag sitting on the floor on the far side of the room.

“Uh oh. Sammy’s mad at me now. Was it something I said?” The smirking demon watched Sam as he pulled a small notebook out of the army green bag.

“Aww how cute. The big bad demon hunter is gonna exorcise me. Doesn’t have the balls to get his hands dirty and actually kill me.”

Sam’s jaw was clenched so tight he was afraid he’d be spitting out teeth soon. Still refusing to respond to the demon’s goading, he walked over to stand in front of the fireplace so the light could illuminate the pages of the worn journal.

The demon chuckled to hide his agitation.

“You think you’re so good cuz you won’t kill humans. Unless, of course, you have to.” The demon rolled his eyes and squirmed in his chair, trying to turn his head enough to catch a glimpse of Sam standing behind him at the fireplace. “Newsflash, Sammy, you’ve killed more than I ever have. Well, not counting my previous life, of course. But since Dean died, you’ve gone on the rampage, killing everything and anything that crosses you. Is it true that you ripped a vampire’s head off with your bare hands? Damn, man. It was bad enough when you took out Gordon with just some barbed wire, but your bare hands? Crap. That’s cold, dude.”

Sam’s gaze had wandered from the journal to stare at the flames crackling in the fireplace, reminiscing. Scenes from a previous life flashed through his mind, a life with Dean. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. Of course, Sam would never have dreamed of telling Dean that he actually liked his classic rock. He couldn’t believe it had been a year since… Images of Dean bleeding to death in his arms pervaded his mind. The flames licking the interior of the fireplace blurred as Sam sniffled and struggled to swallow past the lump in his throat.

“What are you doing back there, Sammy? The least you could do is exorcise me to my face. You’ll rip a vampire’s head right off his shoulders and not blink, but you can’t stand to watch as you send me to your brother? I’ll tell him you said ‘hi’, by the way.”

Sam Winchester saw red.
Bright, crimson, blood red.

No longer caring about the human life the demon had overtaken, Sam whipped out the knife and held it to the demon’s throat from behind.

“Let’s see you talk with your vocal chords sliding down your shirt,” he growled directly into the demon’s ear.

“Aww Sammy. You and I both know that that knife can’t hurt me,” the demon gasped out, then raised his eyebrows and smirked as he continued, “but it would do major damage to Bob here. Now wouldn’t that be a shame?”

Sam’s entire body trembled with rage. “Bob’s probably already dead anyway.”

“True. But do you want to make a shish-ka-Bob without knowing for sure?” The demon grinned, greatly amused by his own joke.

“Demons are notorious for riding the bodies they possess hard. Besides, it would be worth it to shut you up.”

“Riding bodies hard?” the demon chuckled, “That’s kinda naughty, Sammy. And we’ve already covered this, remember? Your little pig-sticker can’t hurt me. Geeze, didn’t that smart ass brother of yours teach you anything?”

Sam pulled back on the knife, drawing it completely flush with the skin and forcing the demon’s head back even further.

“Maybe you’ve heard of a demon named Ruby…” Sam grinned as the demon went completely still, no longer even straining against the ropes. “Thought you probably had.”

“Well then, what the hell are you waiting for? Finish the job!” the demon roared.

Sam gritted his teeth and was about to draw the blade across the demon’s exposed neck…
But years of combating evil and defending the sanctity of life intervened.

He closed his eyes and his whispered word was soft, but firm. “No.”

“No? You have got to be kidding me. Seriously, dude, you need to grow some cajones if you can’t even off a demon.”

Sam laughed humorlessly. “I’m not gonna kill you. But I am gonna send your demonic ass back to hell.”

With a roar, the demon thrashed in his chair, pulling at his bindings.

“Oh and just so you know, my smart ass brother taught me how to tie those knots.”

With a smirk of his own, Sam walked back over to the fireplace and retrieved his father’s journal from the floor where it had fallen when he’d attacked the demon. Finding the page, he began to recite the Latin phrases as familiar to him as his own voice, “Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat…”

The demon thrashed even harder, blood oozed from the wounds at his wrists as his entire body strained against expulsion.

Sam continued, undaunted, “Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis…”

The head of the possessed man was thrown back and black smoke began to exude from between his lips.

Sam’s voice grew louder with each word, “vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent—“

“Sammy! Don’t!” The demon’s plea, but mostly the depth of emotion behind the words, halted Sam’s steady stream of Latin. The hunter’s eyes darted from the page of the journal to the demon bowed out of the chair beneath the devil’s trap painted on the ceiling.

Suddenly, an earlier phrase from the demon popped into the forefront of Sam’s memory.

“Gordon,” he whispered.

Once again dropping the journal where he stood, Sam raced to the front of the chair and grabbed the demon, which had reverted back into the body of the man, by the collar of his shirt. Pulling him up as far as the ropes would allow, Sam barked into the face of the demon, “How’d you know about Gordon?”

“Demons…” the demon’s head lolled back as his chest heaved, “talk.”

“Demons talk? Okay that’s true…” Sam conceded, “But there weren’t any demons around that day and we salted and burned Gordon’s body. And in fact, only two other people knew about the barbed wire. One of those two is Bobby, ‘cause we told him. The other…” More phrases ran through the hunter’s mind.

Sammy, you’ve killed more than I ever have. Well, not counting my previous life, of course.

Riding bodies hard? That’s kinda naughty, Sammy.

Seriously, dude, you need to grow some cajones if you can’t even off a demon.

But it wasn’t just the words; it was the snarky tone behind all of them.

I’d come to you, but you seem to be into that S and M kinky crap. Just promise you’ll still respect me in the morning.

And the affectionate tone behind the last plea.

Sammy! Don’t!

Sam’s grip loosened as his eyes widened.

“The only other one who knew,” he continued in a hushed voice, “was you, Dean.”

The demon raised his head and met Sam’s unwavering gaze.

“In the flesh.” Grinning crookedly, he amended his statement, “Uhh, well. You get the idea.”





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Part 3 will be up later tonight. :evil

I wanted some space between the second post and the third, so this is just a little... diversion, I guess you could say. :rolleyes:

How did you feel about Part Two? Namely, the end.

Just curious if people are freaking out on me since I made Dean a demon.

Anyways... All your questions should be answered in the next post, Part Three . And if you still have unaswered questions, leave me a comment and I'll make something up to suit. lol ;)

Thanks again for reading, and even more thanks go out to the comment-posters. :cheer

Hmm... Maybe if I threaten to kill a Winchester in this next part, you lurkers will comment, too. haha I'M HOLDING THE WINCHESTERS HOSTAGE AND THEY WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T COMMENT!!! hahaha Just kidding. ;) I could never kill Dean or Sam. :huh: Or rather... I couldn't kill them and make them stay dead. *remembers Dean's a demon in this fic* ... :blink: Well, crap, you know what I mean! lol :wave






A Brother's Struggle- PART THREE


“I don’t get it, Dean. Why didn’t you just tell me? And the stuff you said…” Sam ran his hands over his face and Dean winced.

“I’m so sorry, Sammy,” Dean’s voice cracked as he remembered all he had said to his little brother. “I just… I didn’t want you to know what I’d… become.” He shook his head and scoffed with a wry smile, “But it’s not like you would’ve believed me, anyway.”

Sam’s sad grin matched his brother’s as he nodded. Dean had him there.

“And I couldn’t go back to hell.”

Sam grimaced as Dean’s jaw clenched and his voice nearly broke, “I couldn’t go back there, Sammy. So I knew…” Pausing to mimic his brother’s movement of scrubbing his face, Dean dropped back into the chair. Sam had removed the bindings, but hadn’t yet freed Dean from the devil’s trap. The restraint saddened both brothers, but both also knew it was necessary. Wearily, he continued, “I knew that I only had one other option.” His glistening eyes lifted to the brother he hadn’t seen in far too long. “I knew that if you shot me, with the Colt…” The implied thought remained unspoken, but was as obvious as if Dean had shouted the words. “So I was trying to piss you off enough that you’d shoot, instead of exorcise.”

“It almost worked.” Sam’s voice reflected the anguish the conversation was causing him.

Even though the storm still raged outside, inside the house, the silence was palpable.

Their eyes met and held as they shared another sad smile.

“Dean, I’ll—“

“No.” Dean’s emphatic statement brought Sam up short and had his eyebrows drawing together. “Don’t look at me like that, Sammy. I know what you were gonna say. You were gonna say that you would save me. And you can’t.” Sighing, Dean leaned back in the chair and spread his arms to his sides. “You can’t save me, Sam. Not from this.” Leaning forward to emphasize his next point, he continued, “And you have to stop punishing everything and everyone for my…” Dean cleared his throat and tried again, “for what happened. I mean, killing evil bastards is great.” Dean looked down and grinned self-effacingly, “Well, most of the time, anyway.”

Sam fought to speak around the lump in his throat, “You’re not evil, Dean.”

Dean grinned humorlessly and raised an eyebrow as he rebutted, “Not evil? Come on, Sammy! I’m a demon. Demons are, by definition, evil sons of bitches.”

Sam half grinned at the familiar refrain. “So now you’re the bitch?” The grin soon stretched across his entire face.

Dean’s smile matched it as he replied, “Nah, Sammy. You’re still the bitch. I wouldn’t want to take that away from you.”

Sam actually laughed. “Great. Thanks. Jerk.”

Silence stretched between them once again, each caught in his own memories.

With a sigh, Sam dragged a chair over in front of Dean. But instead of sitting in it, Sam climbed into the seat and pulled the knife from his ankle scabbard.

Dean’s smile dropped as he jumped to his feet.

“Sam. What are you doing?”

“Well, Dean, “ Sam replied as he scraped a chunk of paint from the circle of the devil’s trap, “if I can’t save you,” having finished his task, Sam hopped down from the chair and faced his wide-eyed brother, “I’m sure as hell not gonna keep you from saving yourself.”

“Sam, you shouldn’t—“

“Dean. I don’t make it a habit to trust demons.” At Dean’s look of skepticism, Sam blushed slightly and amended, “Well. Except you. And Ruby. But that was—“

Dean laughed and cut him off, “Sure, Sammy.”

Stepping from under the Key of Solomon, Dean clapped his little brother on the shoulder, then pulled him into a full embrace.

Both brothers choked up and fought tears as the year apart seemed to melt away.

With a final squeeze, Dean stepped back. “I’ll be seeing you, Sammy. Tell Bobby…” Dean chuckled as he pictured the reaction of the man who had been a second father to the brothers. “Hell, I don’t know. Use your own judgment with that, I guess.”

Sam laughed as he nodded with a smile and wiped his face, replying, “Well, that’ll be a fun conversation.” Growing serious, he added, “Be careful, Dean.”
Dean’s snarky grin on another man’s face was still completely Dean. “Hey, I’m always careful, Sammy.”

Dean turned with a smile at the roll of Sam’s eyes, but after taking a few steps, turned back. “Oh Sam, by the way,” seeing that he had the young hunter’s attention, he continued, “Take care of Bob, will ya? He’s been through a lot tonight, poor bastard.”

Sam’s eyebrows drew together, but Dean was already flowing from the man’s body in a cloud of thick black smoke. Bob hit the floor with a loud thud as Sam looked on, heartbroken to be losing his brother once again. “I’ll save you, Dean. I’ll find a way,” he whispered vehemently.

Bob’s moan drew Sam’s attention.

Sam’s eyes widened as he kneeled to check for a pulse. Finding it beating strongly beneath his finger tips, Sam closed his eyes as he thought about how close he’d come to killing the man. And his own brother.

A noise from the doorway had Sam spinning and standing in one fluid movement to see Bobby shaking the rain from his ever-present trucker hat. However, his hat lay forgotten in his fingers as Bobby noticed the extra chair and the demon-less man lying on the floor five feet from the edge of the devil’s trap. Turning befuddled eyes to Sam, he asked, “Did I miss somethin’?”

Bobby’s already confused expression became even more puzzled as Sam burst into laughter, put a hand on Bobby’s shoulder, and responded only with, “Yeah. You could say that.”

Glancing from the unconscious man on the floor to the broken circle of the devil’s trap on the ceiling, then back to Bobby, Sam’s smile became determined. “We’ve got work to do.”


ThE eNd




I don't know about you guys, but that had me tearing up... :cry

Thanks everyone for sticking around. :wave

ok I'm like this now :cry you can't do this :D

i read all your story,I loved it,when i finished the second part I was speechless,my face was almost like this :thud because I couldn't believe it :D amazing story ,thanks a lot!I can't wait for other stories to come

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*pumps fist in air* YES!! I got the desired response!!! :D lol

I was hoping that it wouldn't be obvious that Dean was the demon. haha I'm guessing from your state of shock that you didn't get it before I revealed it. YAY! :D

*sigh*

Sadly, it'll be a while before I write anymore. I started back to college this week and so I don't have much free time... AT ALL. lol But thanks so much for your enthusiasm and support. :D Your comment really made my day! :skip

awww that's great :wub: you're very welcome!

anyway you're right!I didn't understand it before :lol: so then I read it twice because I couldn't believe it :D

good luck for the college! ;) I will search your other fanfics(you can give me a link to find some of them please? ;)

Aww thanks! :D

This is a link for the "View all topics by this member" page of my profile.

http://z14.invisionfree.com/Supernatural/i...luser&mid=33013

(You may just have to copy and paste into your web browser)

The only other one that I've finished is Yin and Yang. The others... Well, they're works in progress. :-\

Blind Faith is the one I'm currently reallllllly trying to finish. So that's gonna be the one with updates (sometime in the distant future. lol)

And also, I think Dead in His Brother's Arms is finished. Maybe. lol. Idk for sure. I may go back and add some more later.

Hope that helps you out and I'm so glad you enjoyed this fic so much. :)

Do you write? Or just read? lol

thank you very much :hug

no unfortunately I don't write(maybe you've noticed my bad english,i'm italian :D )

but I adore reading fics especially if they're well written like yours ;)

You're welcome! Not a problem. ;)

Bad English? You're Italian? Wow I never would have noticed! You're English isn't bad at all! It's actually a lot better than some people I know. lol

So do you live in Italy? Or are you an Italian living in America? I've actually always wanted to visit Italy. *sigh* And learn Italian, too. I don't know why. None of my family is Italian or anything. Just like the culture, I guess. :D And the food, of course. ;) I LOVE Italian food!

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Great. Now I'm hungry. lol

Well, what a ride!

I must confess, I didn't cotton onto what was going on with the demon until he yelled out Sammy! Don't!, and then I went what the flip...??? And I pieced it together along with Sam when he mentioned the thing about Gordon and the only two people who knew about it. And I think it was right about then that my jaw hit the keyboard and I went - holy crap! It's Dean!

That was sad, Dean not wanting his brother to know what he'd come back as, and trying to goad Sam into putting a bullet from the Colt through his head.

But I did love the moment between them - a real brotherly hug - thank you for that. And I'm with you on the comment you made at the beginning of the story - not the W kind of hug. I hate that stuff, too. It does the boys a serious injustice.

But the best thing - apart from the wonderful descriptions of the storm raging outside mirroring the storm raging inside, was Sam's "We've got work to do" at the end. :cheer

Glad I caught up with this one. When I get a little more time, I'll go and look up your others and catch up with what I've missed.

Thanks for posting this one, Leyna.

Oh, and don't worry about the lack of comments - it takes time for people to get used to a new writer. A lot of readers will sit back and wait to see what the writer is like before they commit, not only in terms of how good he or she is, but also whether they complete what they start, and how often they update. A lot of people have started a story, only to abandon it, for whatever reason, and that's made quite a few dedicated readers wary. Some of them will only read a completed story now, rather than risk getting into a fic only to have it abandoned by the author or not updated for six or more months.

So let them get used to you, and they'll start to leave reviews once they're comfortable. Of course, there is always that faithful core of silent lurkers that will follow you around from story to story as well. You'll never hear from them, but just watch your read count go up - you'll know they're there.

Take care, hon. Good to see you back on the boards.

Jules

thank you so much!I'm trying to study english and I'm doing my best because I love this language and I'm studying all alone,no help from any school because I don't have time,I have to work :( I study foreign literatures at the University but they don't teach language very well...

Unfortunately I don't live in America :cry it's my dream but I've never been there
I'm italian and I live near Rome,in a very small and medieval town-we have good food,you're right and even if there are a lot of things that I really can't stand here,I have to admit that it's a good place,Rome is beautiful(and not only Rome),florence is amazing too -we have some good things I guess :D

Jules- I am so glad this story is having the desired effect! :D That is, total shock. ;) lol.
And the hug was, believe me, my pleasure as well. ;) lol. And the "We've got work to do" was one of my favorite parts, too. :D

As far as catching up on my other stories, the thought is greatly appreciated. However, it seems I'm one of those authors who sometimes-- ok, MOST of the time-- fail to finish my fics. What can I say? Life interferes. And inspiration has been elusive. lol

Thanks for the comment about the ... comments. lol. It really gets frustrating when, after working so hard on a fic, it doesn't get reviews. Or very few people have even read it. So your comment really made my day. Week. Month. lol

:wave



Btw, anyone reading this should totally check out mizpah's fics. :D They're all awesome and so well written. And she updates every Friday. :D





ilaria- *eyes go wide* You learned English all by yourself? Holy crap! That's amazing!!! Wow.

Hey since you want to visit America and I want to visit Italy, let's trade countries for a few weeks! :D lol I could use a vacation. :skip

ok I'm in!! :lol: :skip I want to come to USA!!

thanks for the compliments,I make so many mistakes when i write and speak and this is very embarassing but anyway I have to try in some ways :D
I love the mizpha stories too,you are so talented everyone :bow

Haha!! Ok, I'll start packing! *throws clothes into huge suitcase* lol

You're very welcome. :D Hey you have to try it to know if you can do it or not. :) And I may have said this before, but you really do speak-- err... type-- better english than most people I know! :D

Oh glad you liked mizpah's fics. :) Hers are my favorite. :D

I really did like that :) Very well done! :clap

I've only read the first part so far... It's awesome. I love. hmm... casualties, what a good word. :halo Must read more....

And aren't the italics a pain? And I love using them, too. I just wrote a one-shot, its full of them.

More evil Sam! :cheer

Ah, AH! :o You are evil. :bow That's so... so poignant. *sniff* I can see it- its great. Its really, really good.
Is this really only in three parts? Why???
???

Don't do it please! Just put the brothers down, and no one needs to get hurt. Er, other than sam and dean, cuz its fun when they hurt. I'm so going to hell for that.
I like demon dean. If i had my way with the show, both brothers would be vampires, werewolves and demons, several times over. The writer's killed my dreams one by one, but they left Demon Sam alive and kicking. Mua hahaha. I can handle a little Demon Dean.
Really, the worst thing... the most horrible thing about your fic....

DEAN ISNT IN HIS BODY!!!! WHY???????

:cry shallow of me, I know :halo

Oh, oh. AWWWW. that's so sad. :( the atmosphere was really good in this. You should make it longer. :jedi I want more fighting, lol.
:shrug Dean is on his own.... poor little demon. He's going to be on his own little journey, completely alone. That's so horribly sad. I like it. Maybe you could write something from his perspective? That was good of you to give Sam a sort of happy ending. More than I would have done. hee hee.

I have written my own oneshot of Sam fighting his dark side. maybe you could read it, I'd like to know what you think.

I'm going to bounce over to your other fics.
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Oh wow, Ilaria, you're italian? That's so cool. I'm a quarter Italian, and I've always wanted to go to Italy. (my short term goal is to visit Canada, lol.) You're english is amazing, by the way. Many people even here don't speak it that well, lol. I need to get off my butt, and learn a foreign language.... I'm from new england. Massachusetts. (Part of fake America, in case you didn't know. God, what a joke.) Its nice, but....I don't know. America is beautiful, but it has so many problems. Silly, stupid ones that shouldn't exist. lol. But that's true anywhere, I guess. The fall foliage is really beautiful, october is pretty and spooky here, November is less spooky, but no less pretty. NYC is a must-see, if you ever get the chance. The Met Museum is amazing.

hahahahah If you're going to hell bc you like Hurt!Sam and Dean then I'm gonna be right there with you. lol

And I'm with you on that whole, Dean-isn't-in-his-body thing. <_< But what can you do when a, as mizpah says, plot bunny won't leave you alone? lol. Besides, at the end, I envision it as Dean in his body. Helps me sleep at night. lol

And I really don't do well with long fics. I start them and if I don't finish them right that moment they end up sitting in my Documents folder collecting dust. lol. And I've actually had a few comments asking if I am going to write a second part to this...

I'm not planning on it.

I really like this fic (it's my favorite of the ones I've written) and I kinda don't want to mess with it. I just thought that I'd kinda leave it up to the readers to fill in the gaps with whatever they wanted to happen.

Well, I'm heading off now to read the other comments you left me on my other fics. lol. I'll probably just PM you the replies to those so that all my stories aren't clogging up the front page on here. lol :D

I really loved this story. I liked Demon Dean and I wish the idea was taken for real. I guess I really enjoy the angst that we get to see in this. I like to see the dark side, and I enjoyed seeing Dean as a demon. It seemed like he was hurt so bad, and hurt about hurting Sam, and he was also a demon.

I really love the characterization you put into your stories along with the details. They characters never seem like they are forced to anything that they normally wouldn't. I'd love to see Sammy mad and all crazy like that.

Thanks for the great fics.

Wow. Thanks again for another awesome comment! I have to say, you've really made my day. :D

I actually would HATE to see Dean become a demon. I hope the show never goes there with Dean OR Sam. But about halfway through season 3, I just had this idea in my head about "what if he did?" And it then drove me crazy til I wrote it all out. lol

And while I may not want to see a true Demon!Dean or Demon!Sam, I LOVE the angst and would love to see Sam (and/or Dean) go all crazy mad like that. :) lol

Thanks for the great comments. ;)