trinityofone

Wow, this fic made me feel almost dizzy. There's something about the Stepford Lawrence, Kansases that really reminded me of the occupied Caprica on BSG — just the same faces, the same cars, over and over and over again but never quite right. I'm relieved that Castiel could always know him, and that there exists limits of Sam's power. /shivers It's hopeful but so eerie at the same time. Nicely done!