This was soooo beautiful, so desolate and lonely at first. So strange to think of a fight from which Sam's been taken out, but it was right, and seeing little bits of the apocalypse unfold from the edges, from what little scraps Sam gets from Dean, it was maddening. Sam's change from the one who needs to be in the fight, the one who needs to win, to the one who needs to learn to care, that was fascinating. And the relationship between the boys just rang so true - Dean being allowed to be *just* a soldier, and Sam being his home to return to.

I love end-of-the-world fics, and this was beautiful - completely took me out of my regular life for a few hours. I'm grateful, it was a gorgeous way to spend the day. Thank you :)