I have no words for this. Okay, maybe I have a few. I loved it. Such an amazing concept and such lovely writing. So many fantastic turns of phrase.

"Sam’s urge to make certain – dot all the whatevers, cross the all other things – but Dean’s veins were alight and his skin pricked with static and his engine revved like the Mark was pressing his pedal to the metal while the handbrake was still on and he just needed to..." beautiful.

And Dean as the landscape with his heart as the sunset. Took my breath away.

"Sam’s fingers were everywhere, undoing belt and zipper and buttons and Dean. Undoing Dean. He didn’t think about the paradox of that, of being held together and taken apart at the same time, because he wasn’t thinking about anything at all except the need to get closer to Sam. He always needed to be close to Sam, but now it was as if Sam was breathing for him. Sam’s heart was beating for his and if Sam stopped, Dean would too." Just freakin' phenomenal.

This is my current favorite thing you've ever written. It's just SO good.


And the art. I'm off to pay my respects to chomaisky. :)