"End of Days", fanfiction, chap 6A/?, Rated M, Sam and Dean et alt.

... than we expected. You will need to rest after I heal you. Or we risk you getting worse before I can perform my healing again.” His words never lost any of their usual stiltedness yet both hunters sensed the underlying care. While Bobby nodded curtly in reply, Dean simply concentrated on breathing. The warm stickiness soaking the better part of his shirt and the slowly increasing cold...

... a lot. I wonder if you felt the same way I ever did. If you felt the same doubt, trepidation, and sheer glee when we first made plans to meet. If you felt the same awkward, desperate-to-impress stiltedness when we did meet, when we were in my car waiting for the ferry boat. When you pulled Zara out of your bag and perched her in the gearshift of my silent, warm car. When you commented on me ...

Writing Blather and Gratitude

.... It had been a couple days since I'd cut that pov and added the line edits, so this time I was able to go deeper. This is also the first time I've ever really been able to 'see' the stiltedness in my own dialog.    I re-worded many scenes to make them stronger, less wordy and more yanno.....real to the situation. I saw more places where I could add depth, humor and important details I'd left out ...