My first exposure to your fic was the caroling story you wrote for roque clasique over at the Christmas meme and I've got to say, you are amazing. The way you write both boys is so on target and your language and plots and imagery and just everything is perfect. And I could just feel Bobby. Stuck downstairs in his chair. Needing Sam to do for him, but hating it just like Dean would. And the end. So ambiguous, but happy. Loved this.