Ahh, leather pants. Of course. Nothing goes better with a sense of humor and evil than leather pants.

Here's a wonderful Sam-at-Stanford story. It's image-heavy, so be warned.

Anne, you beat me to it! I was just coming here to post that link.

Great little story; what makes it even better is that Kimonkey is also writing the other perspective: I think she's going to tell the tale of what happened while Dean was in Arizona for six months and John was missing.

I hope it'll put a better spin on John's behavior here, which comes across as fairly appalling.

I hope it'll put a better spin on John's behavior here, which comes across as fairly appalling.

True, but then again, we're seeing that behavior filtered through Sam's perspective.

And woohoo! to maybe getting the story from Dean's point of view.

then again, we're seeing that behavior filtered through Sam's perspective

Oh, absolutely. But assuming Dean wasn't lying in the postcards about how he didn't hear from John for six months, something definitely hinky was going on.

Ah. Good point. Very good point.

Oh I loved that fic! I can't wait for the next installment from Dean's POV. The mixed medium with the postcards was great. I have never seen anything like that before in fanfic--like an epistolatory novel! (Sorry, uber Aca/Lit major dorkiness shining through). Friday seems so far away.

Oh wow. I loved that. Even when it was BREAKING MY HEART.

Wonderful piece of work.

I love reading other people's mail. Even when they're fictional people.

Oh, I don't go around robbing mailboxes, but I do love published correspondences. I have a collection of my parents' letters to each other when he was away in the army. It's relevatory, in a way talking to them about that period never would have been.

Real letters from real people are awesome, Bev. I read some of my grandfather's letters to my grandmother during WWII, and they were just fascinating. Also, he called her "Bluebird," which made me sniffle.