Sweet December - Comments

Wish you would update. This is a wonderful story

Ehhhhhhhh. I feel so bad for December. Also, Sam as well Just everyone. I'm kind of nervous how this will come out though. I mean, it's a Supernatural fic but not really Dean/Sam based which is weird. But I'm sure you'll make it amazing. :]

You killed Jo, huh? Well, I'm actually kind of glad you did, but I'm not. I liked Jo very much, but I'm glad you're not making this cliche. And the way you make it original was sad, but it was fantastic. I personally find it great when an author kills off a character, because it causes interest. I do miss her, though. :)

DAMMIT WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME JAMIE? WHY YOU KILL JO? HOW DARE YOU? WHY YOU MAKE DEAN'S LIFE SUCK AGAIN? Curse you.

OH MY GOD, HOW COULD YOU?! D':

Kidding, kidding, but chapter 3 about made me cry :c I love how descriptive the writing is, but not so much that you're like "WTF, GET ON WITH THE STORY." xD Your writing really is beautiful, and I can't wait for the next chapter! :D

No idea why I read this, but I sort of did. xD

Anyway, the only thing I need to point out really is the random use of commas where the sentences need to come to a full stop.

“Mm, I love your lemonade,”
- There's nothing following this sentence, it needs a period, it comes to a full stop.

“I know you do,” Her eyes flit past him
- The dialogue obviously comes to a full stop, because first of all you capitalize "her" and secondly that's a new sentence. So not a comma, but a period.

Not sure whether she's actually about to seduce him in the second chapter or not, but sex is impossible that close to having given birth.

I get that the first three chapters are sort of a prologue, but they still seem way too rushed. Everything happens too fast to even sort of grasp it, I had to go back a few times to confirm what you'd written. There's a lot more telling than showing, so it sort of takes away from the scenery I'd love to have painted in front of me as I read.

I like the layout though, the banner is really cute. Of course it doesn't seem to fit, not if the woman in the picture is the wife that died and not the daughter, I mean.

Anyway, again, no idea why I even read it, but ahaha. x]
I don't think you're a bad writer at all, by the way, even if the comment might seem harsh. There were just a few things that really disrupted the flow and took away from the story, but those are things that everyone need to work on for a while before it kind of comes out right. So yeah.

I can't come up with a good enough comment for this because I'm crying so much right now.

First I would just like to say that when I read this line, "While he paints he hums, an old tune his mother used to sing to lull him to sleep." I was just, "OHH, MARY! D:"

But the first two chapters were so incredibly cute that I knew something terrible was going to happen because, well, when are the Winchesters ever happy without something awful happening? Then in the third chapter when you said that December is six months, I was just like, "Oh, fuck. Say it ain't so." As soon as you said that Dean smelled something burning, tears started forming and I just started crying throughout the rest. It was Mary's death all over again but this time it was Jo. D:

I just... ugh, I'm a mess. I cannot wait to see what happens next especially with that evil fucker. I hope he burns in hell.

Dude, it's so corny I'm dying. So I'm assuming that this is AU? Where Dean isn't a hunter? His mom is still alive? Maybe? Correct me if I'm wrong lol. I'm just curious since in the second chapter you're all like it's possible they could exist...blah blah. I like it. It's super cheesy, and normally for my taste I'd be grossed out but since it's you I can deal XD Alsooo, this is something that's a huge pet peeve of mine. Name-dropping songs and lyrics...it just irks me to no end. But otherwise, I'm digging. Subscribed. XD

This was very descriptive, I could see everything happening in my mind coming together. Nicely done. :)

I loved this, Jamie. It was adorable, descriptive, and wonderful.

While he paints he hums, an old tune his mother used to sing to lull him to sleep. Even after all these years he remembers the words by heart.

How sweet of him!

Jo has to remind him, between labored pants, that there’s a speed limit.

I laughed here, I must say.

But yes, this is lovely. <3 Subscribed. :)