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Убийство Сайруса Стайна, как бы пафосно ни звучало - одна из самых незаживающих ран, нанесенных мне СПН. Уж очень не по-хорошему иронично он напоминает другого мальчика, обреченного собственной семьей и упрямо готовившего побег.
Недолгий полет к свободе, оборванный появлением Дина. В случае Сайруса - оборванный вместе с жизнью.
Я понимаю, что Сэму всё равно никто не дал бы свободы - слишком много там было других... заинтересованных лиц. Я помню, что Дин не был собой в момент убийства и может отвечать за свои действия не больше, чем Сэм за поступки своей соуллесс-версии (то есть, по моему глубокому убеждению - никак).
Но все-таки это ужасно несправедливо - что о Сайрусе никто даже не вспомнит ни разу.
Рест ин пис, Сайрус Стайн. Надеюсь, Джек позаботится о тебе в Раю - или куда там в этом мире попадают убитые ни за что.
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Bad Romance

Боже, я прочитала только первую главу из шести, а у меня уже щеки болят улыбаться  Боюсь спугнуть, но, кажется, это именно тот сорт дурацкой романтической сэстиэльной АУшки с беззастенчивым дрочем на Сэма, который был мне нужен в воскресенье вечером:

“So?” Sam said softly as he propped himself up on his elbow to look down at Castiel below him. “Who were you out having a beer with before I called?”
Castiel grimaced. “No one. Just…someone I know. It was no problem. I told you.”
Sam nodded slowly. When he did that, his unfairly perfect mane fell to shape his unfairly handsome face just right. “It wasn’t like…a date or anything.”
“No, no. What? No, of course not.” He hoped it sounded more like of course not, Castiel wouldn’t have dropped a date for him, and less like of course not, while Castiel definitely would have dropped a date for him, that was silly since Castiel hadn’t been on a date in forever.
His lover smirked a bit. “I’d like to think you wouldn’t duck out on a date just for me.”
That was a strange type of statement. It managed to crush Castiel in the most innocent way possible. Not only was Castiel definitely not on a date, because he hadn’t had any prospects in far too long, but also Sam was reminding him that the two of them were actually nothing important, nothing worth changing plans for. Castiel didn’t need that reminder. There was nothing more consistent in his life than Sam Winchester’s inconsistency.

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Это просто праздник какой-то 

This whole experiment was humiliating. He felt it now. He had thought he could handle hearing from the one man he wanted exactly why no one wanted him. But the moment Castiel began pointing out his flaws, Sam had lashed out defensively. Like a child.


Law school should have beaten into him the ability to handle criticism. Life as a little brother should have done it. Life as his father’s son should have. Sam should be able to stand still and take honesty with grace better than most. And yet he had fallen apart the moment Castiel had shown him his warts, and the worst part was that he had managed to hurt Castiel.


Less than an hour into being Sam’s boyfriend, Castiel already wanted to dump him, and Sam couldn’t blame him a bit.

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