while with his gun the pagan angel rose to say

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Sometimes I love your writing so much that I hate you! And I mean that in the BEST possible way.

And even if Sam's finally built some personal space, it's less than it should be, because Dean knows every mark that's been carved into his brother's flesh, every mole that peppers Sam's back like fairy hopscotch.

Dean knows that Sam's uncut, like him, and that the thin trail of hair on Sam's belly leads to dark, close-cropped curls.


That perfect attention to detail is just so so awesome. You've got a great voice for them, for their world and the way they see each other.
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