Ok, I'm going to give fair warning that I'm still rather ill but hopefully the meds I am taking won't make me completely incoherent...
Glory. First off, she is just what you would think a daughter of your Jo should be. (And, yes, I say your Jo because you know what I think about that. ;-P)
She’s shocked to learn about the hunting – her mother had never spoken of it to her, but there it is, all laid out plain as day in the journals. Glory’s surprisingly okay with it. She supposes it makes sense now, all the odd little things her mother did, like putting salt across the windowsill and hanging herbs in the corners of their apartment (not to keep out slugs and insects after all).
This was a lovely touch. That she would recognize the things that didn't make sense as suddenly making sense. (Although...are you sneaking a peek at my Old!Chesters notes? ;-P)
“Sam, please. ‘Mr. Winchester’ sounds so old.”
I admit it. This made me smile.
“Great,” he says. “Call me when you’ve got your tickets and I’ll pick you up from the airport.”
I love Sam. Although I wish he would have told her the truth initially, I know why he wouldn't. I think he wanted to know that she'd be okay knowing what happened, knowing Dean.
Yes, our poor broken Winchesters...
And when he tells her... Oh, Sammy...
All of a sudden, it hits Glory, and the next thing she knows, she’s crying. “That’s why, Luke,” she whispers. “That’s why Mom never talked about him. It wasn’t that he left her, it was that neither of them wanted it to begin with.” She trails off in a mess of tears and hiccups. She takes a deep breath and pulls herself together.
What a powerful paragraph. It says so much about her character, her intelligence and her intuition. I love Glory. She's an incredible character.
And, yes, you made me cry...
He has the grace to look sheepish and vaguely embarrassed. “Sorry,” he says quietly. “I was just watching out for you.”
Oh, just oh...
He sighs. “One year of hunting, and next fall you’re going back to school, whether you want to or not. And no complaining. If you can’t take it, tough. You’re in this now, and there’s no backing out.”
And now I'm grinning and crying at the same time.
You know, this verse was hard for me to read because of my background but I'm so glad you wrote it. Thank you.
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Glory. First off, she is just what you would think a daughter of your Jo should be. (And, yes, I say your Jo because you know what I think about that. ;-P)
She’s shocked to learn about the hunting – her mother had never spoken of it to her, but there it is, all laid out plain as day in the journals. Glory’s surprisingly okay with it. She supposes it makes sense now, all the odd little things her mother did, like putting salt across the windowsill and hanging herbs in the corners of their apartment (not to keep out slugs and insects after all).
This was a lovely touch. That she would recognize the things that didn't make sense as suddenly making sense. (Although...are you sneaking a peek at my Old!Chesters notes? ;-P)
“Sam, please. ‘Mr. Winchester’ sounds so old.”
I admit it. This made me smile.
“Great,” he says. “Call me when you’ve got your tickets and I’ll pick you up from the airport.”
I love Sam. Although I wish he would have told her the truth initially, I know why he wouldn't. I think he wanted to know that she'd be okay knowing what happened, knowing Dean.
Yes, our poor broken Winchesters...
And when he tells her... Oh, Sammy...
All of a sudden, it hits Glory, and the next thing she knows, she’s crying. “That’s why, Luke,” she whispers. “That’s why Mom never talked about him. It wasn’t that he left her, it was that neither of them wanted it to begin with.” She trails off in a mess of tears and hiccups. She takes a deep breath and pulls herself together.
What a powerful paragraph. It says so much about her character, her intelligence and her intuition. I love Glory. She's an incredible character.
And, yes, you made me cry...
He has the grace to look sheepish and vaguely embarrassed. “Sorry,” he says quietly. “I was just watching out for you.”
Oh, just oh...
He sighs. “One year of hunting, and next fall you’re going back to school, whether you want to or not. And no complaining. If you can’t take it, tough. You’re in this now, and there’s no backing out.”
And now I'm grinning and crying at the same time.
You know, this verse was hard for me to read because of my background but I'm so glad you wrote it. Thank you.