Victoria

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Ahem. Sorry about that, what I meant was OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU NEVER STOP WRITING PLEASE. Seriously, though. This is all things gorgeous and sad and sweet and lovely, and all of that strongly flavored with your innate youness.

I loved the take on the afterlife, of course, with the unstated possibility that perhaps there is no heaven or hell, simply what one makes of death. (Jess expected little, and was given little. Dean expected hell and was given hell.) The vast loneliness of it all really sets a delightful mood.

Most of all, I adored the mixture of the past with the forever-present. How Jess finds comfort in familiar things--even familiar things that should be sad or grotesque, like the jellyfish and the urchins, become small balms to her. It really says a lot about your ability to describe a character that I find Jess both incredibly magnetic and slightly repulsive.

There is something unhealthy about the whole thing, something gone horribly wrong...and yet, one can't wish Jess or Vignesh or any of the others to hell, and in SPN there is no canon heaven. On the one hand there is badminton, but on the other are shelves upon shelves of dead and dying marine life. This fic, it's grey. And I love it.

You did an excellent job, 'toria. I adore every bit of this, from the underplayed but wrenching romance (nothing seems to change for Jess, so how can she move on?) to the lovely cameos. I keep rereading it and it keeps getting better.

Thanks for this, really. <3