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Oct. 23rd, 2006 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kbkSo I wound up staying up all night even though that was D-U-M Dumb but whatever, whatever, stepmother knew what was wrong with the printer so thing is printed, and then I washed for the first time in, uh, five days? ewww! and then I scared the cleaner (omg, we have a cleaner, she comes in two mornings a week and does hoovering and stuff and that scares me so ha, I reciprocated the scaring) and then and then and then I finally watched Dean being a hotass again and again and again. (The V-neck, that little patch of skin that's visible... *salivates*)
OK, so, MOTW, WTFever, but Dean's reactions to it? "What's dead should stay dead." and, the, and.
um, I just finished watching it for the first time, I'm still hyperventilating about the last scene (gorgeous setting, btw, almost distracted me, and yet, uh, no)
OK. Dean is being an asshole. We're seeing that, Sam's seeing that, Sam's saying that. Which is slightly unusual. And cool.
The stuff to do with Mary's grave is hitting some uncomfortable personal notes with me, especially this month or so, so I'll really not go there, but will say that my first thought on seeing John's tags was, "Dean should have those," and my second thought was, "christ no, that would fuck him up even worse."
I like Dean finding a hunt and going with it, because part of it's this competent solo hunter that I can see in him, and then there's Sam with the psychobabble that's not entirely bullshit, and the conflict there...
And again, faced with the grieving father - the other side of their coin - Sam is overly empathetic and Dean is overly callous to prevent empathising.
Sam's "You wanna take another swing? Go ahead." hit me, oh, right there. But Dean, right then, was, uh, lickable. angsty-angry-dangerous-immobile.
Dean as grief counsellor. [I'm sure I got partway through writing that, once. Huh.] "We've come to hug!" If only.
Ummm. Oh. Something they don't immediately know how to kill! That was nice.
Heh, going back, "burn the bones" - Sam's revulsion - aww, honey, you're so naive.
And of course Sam's the bait.
But then. That last scene. Which I'm probably going to go rewatch, even though I have to leave the house soon, because I got shit to do... Oh. Oh. Oh. That Dean is basing that on pure logic (with maybe a smidge of recollection from "Faith"?) just, somehow, hurts more. Because gut feelings can be denied, but when it's all laid out in black and white and it just fits together like that. Ow.
But you know what? What you say to that, is, "I'm glad you're not dead." That is what you goddamn well say, Samuel.
Agh.
Jesus, not that I have a favourite between the two of them, or anything.
*flails and runs away*
OK, so, MOTW, WTFever, but Dean's reactions to it? "What's dead should stay dead." and, the, and.
um, I just finished watching it for the first time, I'm still hyperventilating about the last scene (gorgeous setting, btw, almost distracted me, and yet, uh, no)
OK. Dean is being an asshole. We're seeing that, Sam's seeing that, Sam's saying that. Which is slightly unusual. And cool.
The stuff to do with Mary's grave is hitting some uncomfortable personal notes with me, especially this month or so, so I'll really not go there, but will say that my first thought on seeing John's tags was, "Dean should have those," and my second thought was, "christ no, that would fuck him up even worse."
I like Dean finding a hunt and going with it, because part of it's this competent solo hunter that I can see in him, and then there's Sam with the psychobabble that's not entirely bullshit, and the conflict there...
And again, faced with the grieving father - the other side of their coin - Sam is overly empathetic and Dean is overly callous to prevent empathising.
Sam's "You wanna take another swing? Go ahead." hit me, oh, right there. But Dean, right then, was, uh, lickable. angsty-angry-dangerous-immobile.
Dean as grief counsellor. [I'm sure I got partway through writing that, once. Huh.] "We've come to hug!" If only.
Ummm. Oh. Something they don't immediately know how to kill! That was nice.
Heh, going back, "burn the bones" - Sam's revulsion - aww, honey, you're so naive.
And of course Sam's the bait.
But then. That last scene. Which I'm probably going to go rewatch, even though I have to leave the house soon, because I got shit to do... Oh. Oh. Oh. That Dean is basing that on pure logic (with maybe a smidge of recollection from "Faith"?) just, somehow, hurts more. Because gut feelings can be denied, but when it's all laid out in black and white and it just fits together like that. Ow.
But you know what? What you say to that, is, "I'm glad you're not dead." That is what you goddamn well say, Samuel.
Agh.
Jesus, not that I have a favourite between the two of them, or anything.
*flails and runs away*
