1. I am ridiculously grateful to
aesc,
bauble,
radiobroadcast,
siriaeve, and
wychwood for all kinds of help and encouragement. I'd say, "Without them, this story would suck," but actually, it goes further than that: without them, this story wouldn't exist at all. I'm also grateful to
alchemise for her beautiful artwork, including the above-and-beyond episode banners. Please show her some appreciation here.
2. I couldn't figure out a way to work Bobby or Crowley into this story. Bobby, as is mentioned, is on vacation. For those who desire it, it can be taken as written that Bobby and Crowley are on vacation together.
3. The Book of Laughter and Forgetting. A novel by Milan Kundera. Which I haven't actually read! Classy.
4. “The whole point of the amnesia plot is for them not to realize they’re related so they get together and then even when they do find out they’re related they’re in love so they decide they don’t care and I read an awesome fic like that once.” Becky has good taste: she's talking about
astolat's Under Hill, which is still my favorite Wincest story. I reread it after I completed this fic and realized I'd subconsciously stolen the cell-phones-as-means-of-identification thing directly from it. Uh. Becky would approve of “life” imitating art?
5. Latin by
aesc! As usual, all dead languages are made 100 times sexier by passing through the lips of Misha Collins.
6. “White Lightning.” For what it's worth, this is a reference to Henry James' The Portrait of a Lady. “He glared at her a moment through the dusk, and the next instant she felt his arms about her and his lips on her own lips. His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed; and it was extraordinarily as if, while she took it, she felt each thing in his hard manhood that had least pleased her, each aggressive fact of his face, his figure, his presence, justified of its intense identity and made one with this act of possession. She had heard of those wrecked and under water following a train of images before they sink. But when darkness returned she was free.” There are two things to take away from this: 1) 19th Century literature is hot; and 2) Wasn't I nice to have Dean reject his white lightning kiss in the middle of the story and not at the end?
7. “Walk on the Wild Side,” Lou Reed. Shaved her legs and then he was a she—I don't really need to explain this, do I?
8. “Either you want to kill me or you’re beginning to like me!” So Sam's Luke, Dean's Han, and Gabriel's apparently making a stab for Princess Leia.
9. “What the Thunder Said”—From “The Waste Land” by T.S. Eliot. “Who is the third who walks always beside you? / When I count, there are only you and I together / But when I look ahead up the white road / There is always another one walking beside you / Gliding wrapped in a brown mantle, hooded.”
10. The Man Who Was Thursday. Seriously awesome novel by G.K. Chesterton. I really have read this one. I'm still trying to think of a non-creepy/stalkery way to slip it to Misha.
11. I love you really, Stargate.
12. Oh, and of course: title by Led Zeppelin.
Episode 6x06 / Masterpost / Art Post
2. I couldn't figure out a way to work Bobby or Crowley into this story. Bobby, as is mentioned, is on vacation. For those who desire it, it can be taken as written that Bobby and Crowley are on vacation together.
3. The Book of Laughter and Forgetting. A novel by Milan Kundera. Which I haven't actually read! Classy.
4. “The whole point of the amnesia plot is for them not to realize they’re related so they get together and then even when they do find out they’re related they’re in love so they decide they don’t care and I read an awesome fic like that once.” Becky has good taste: she's talking about
5. Latin by
6. “White Lightning.” For what it's worth, this is a reference to Henry James' The Portrait of a Lady. “He glared at her a moment through the dusk, and the next instant she felt his arms about her and his lips on her own lips. His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed; and it was extraordinarily as if, while she took it, she felt each thing in his hard manhood that had least pleased her, each aggressive fact of his face, his figure, his presence, justified of its intense identity and made one with this act of possession. She had heard of those wrecked and under water following a train of images before they sink. But when darkness returned she was free.” There are two things to take away from this: 1) 19th Century literature is hot; and 2) Wasn't I nice to have Dean reject his white lightning kiss in the middle of the story and not at the end?
7. “Walk on the Wild Side,” Lou Reed. Shaved her legs and then he was a she—I don't really need to explain this, do I?
8. “Either you want to kill me or you’re beginning to like me!” So Sam's Luke, Dean's Han, and Gabriel's apparently making a stab for Princess Leia.
9. “What the Thunder Said”—From “The Waste Land” by T.S. Eliot. “Who is the third who walks always beside you? / When I count, there are only you and I together / But when I look ahead up the white road / There is always another one walking beside you / Gliding wrapped in a brown mantle, hooded.”
10. The Man Who Was Thursday. Seriously awesome novel by G.K. Chesterton. I really have read this one. I'm still trying to think of a non-creepy/stalkery way to slip it to Misha.
11. I love you really, Stargate.
12. Oh, and of course: title by Led Zeppelin.
Episode 6x06 / Masterpost / Art Post