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С точки зрения шиппера сэстиэлей особенно интересны два эпизода: когда Сэм ставит Кастиэлю в вину попытку помочь - и когда прощает казалось бы непростительное.

1.) 6.20 The Man Who Would Be King


"Sam, I am the one who raised you from Perdition."

"Well, no offense but you did a pretty piss poor job of it."

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2.) 7.21 Reading Is Fundamental



"You're worried about the burden I lifted from you."
"I think I was done for. Do you see Lucifer?"
"I did at first. But that was... It was a projection of yours, I think, sort of an aftertaste. Now I more see... well, everything.
It's funny. I was – I was done for, too.
The weight of all my mistakes, all those lives and souls lost, I... I couldn't take it, either. I was… I was lost until I took on your pain. It's strange to think that that helped, but –"
"I know you never did anything but try to help. I realize that, Cas, and I'm grateful."
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Дочитала Devil in the Belfry. Надеялась на большее, если честно; автор пишет в примечаниях, что планировала инцидент на съемочной площадке, но тут случилась трагедия на съемках "Раста", и пришлось переписать главы, чтобы это не выглядело спекуляцией на теме.
В результате посыпались боги из машины, всё как-то скомкалось и перекосилось. Плюс posingasme сама по себе кондитер от фанфикшена - с одной стороны, приятно, что у чуваков всё сложилось так хорошо, а с другой, чем бы заесть, чтоб не слиплось.
Но я извращенно люблю фики, в которых Сэм психически нестабилен (спасибо Глюциферу за кинк, ай гесс), так что начало прямо-таки зашло со свистом))
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Я вот прихожу к мысли, что с такими авторами не нужно идти в тред анекдотов))

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It’s dizzying when Jack transports them into a diner. No one blinks, or seems to think it’s weird for two men to appear out of nowhere. Sam grabs Jack’s shoulder for stability, then lets go suddenly, as if he was burned.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I- I don’t know if it’s appropriate to…” he trails off and clears his throat.
Jack rolls his eyes. “Sam, you can touch me. I’m still Jack.”

Вот за что я люблю этот пейринг: это два мощных равноценных, разнонаправленных кинка в одном флаконе: Сэм/Джек и Бог/Сэм.
Бог, которого он заслужил. Выстрадал. Вырастил.

Jack’s thumb rests against his lower lip, and Sam can’t stop himself from touching the tip of his tongue to it, tasting it. This is what God tastes like. Tasting God is Sam’s right, because he raised Jack, he gave Jack everything and now Jack is giving him this much.

Автор, что ты делаешь. Продолжай.

“You know that’s not how this is supposed to work.”
“I know.” Sam doesn’t wait for Jack to refuse him. He can’t risk it. “I’ll beg. If that helps. I know how to beg, and I can… I’ll do anything.” He slides out of his side of the booth, drops to his knees next to Jack.
Jack looks down at him, not with pity or malice but with love. His eyes light up gold, and they’re suddenly out of the diner. They’re in a motel room, completely empty save for the Bible on the nightstand. Jack is sitting on the bed, and Sam is still on his knees in front of him.

Омайгад. ОМАЙГАААД

“I can’t promise you we’ll see each other again.”
Sam tries to beg, to scream, to protest, but his voice won’t come.
“But I can take away the pain. I never wanted to hurt you. And… I am sorry, for the times that I did.” Jack touches his fingers to Sam’s forehead. Warmth fills Sam’s body. “Goodbye, Sam. I love you.”

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