First off...the POV switch is genius. I mean, POV switch is a normal way to remix, so, yeah. Castiel would be the pick, right? The expected pick. But you didn't do a POV switch...you did a, hmmm...POV insertion! Yes. And it's brilliant!
Chuck decided to give it a shot. He didn't think he'd be able to pull a fast one over the warriors of God, but he figured it couldn't hurt to try.
He sprang for a bottle of Jameson's. This wasn't the kind of job you sat down to do with cheap gin in a plastic jug.
I love the initial fake-out here. It *seems* like Chuck is trying to sneak in a chapter of his own design. Maybe not producing a heavenly vision so much as trying to help the boys out and writing the world as he'd like it. But then, eep!
Angels were creepy motherfuckers.
Sometimes when I hear a great line on the show, or read one in a story, I instantly want an icon with that text. This is one of those times.
"That's what I get? Sit down and write, sucker, there ain't no promises of kittens in heaven for you?"
The original metaphor for the story (title included) would have been tough to re-incorporate; this is a perfect throwback to it. Same elements, perfect in a new context.
The whole bit about the editor-cut scenes of their lives is awesome! A tiny moment of light-heartedness, perceived through Chuck's dark, dark satirical lens.
The lying angel aspect was really a nice surprise, a momentary mislead making me think John and Mary weren't in Heaven after all (kittens be damned) and then we're shown that isn't the lie Chuck means. I love that there are hundreds of endings, that Castiel is praying for a good one, and that even Chuck has NO idea which one is real or how it will go.
Finally, I like the symmetry inherent in Castiel's role...showing up when he's needed, when a soul (Dean in my story, Chuck in yours) has truly come to the point of despair and only angelic intervention can give even an uneasy, indirect reprieve. The final line--that angels get away with stuff that a mortal Chuck wouldn't--is just amazing.
Ha ha ha...now I've written a review nearly as long as the story, but I am beaming here. Last year I was over the moon with the remix of my story...I felt it was my story, but written a billion times better than I had done and I couldn't have been happier about it. This remix isn't my story redone; it's a different one that as a companion piece totally blows mine away and I am thoroughly in love with it.
Love, love, massive love, squee, etc., etc.,.... :)
Chuck decided to give it a shot. He didn't think he'd be able to pull a fast one over the warriors of God, but he figured it couldn't hurt to try.
He sprang for a bottle of Jameson's. This wasn't the kind of job you sat down to do with cheap gin in a plastic jug.
I love the initial fake-out here. It *seems* like Chuck is trying to sneak in a chapter of his own design. Maybe not producing a heavenly vision so much as trying to help the boys out and writing the world as he'd like it. But then, eep!
Angels were creepy motherfuckers.
Sometimes when I hear a great line on the show, or read one in a story, I instantly want an icon with that text. This is one of those times.
"That's what I get? Sit down and write, sucker, there ain't no promises of kittens in heaven for you?"
The original metaphor for the story (title included) would have been tough to re-incorporate; this is a perfect throwback to it. Same elements, perfect in a new context.
The whole bit about the editor-cut scenes of their lives is awesome! A tiny moment of light-heartedness, perceived through Chuck's dark, dark satirical lens.
The lying angel aspect was really a nice surprise, a momentary mislead making me think John and Mary weren't in Heaven after all (kittens be damned) and then we're shown that isn't the lie Chuck means. I love that there are hundreds of endings, that Castiel is praying for a good one, and that even Chuck has NO idea which one is real or how it will go.
Finally, I like the symmetry inherent in Castiel's role...showing up when he's needed, when a soul (Dean in my story, Chuck in yours) has truly come to the point of despair and only angelic intervention can give even an uneasy, indirect reprieve. The final line--that angels get away with stuff that a mortal Chuck wouldn't--is just amazing.
Ha ha ha...now I've written a review nearly as long as the story, but I am beaming here. Last year I was over the moon with the remix of my story...I felt it was my story, but written a billion times better than I had done and I couldn't have been happier about it. This remix isn't my story redone; it's a different one that as a companion piece totally blows mine away and I am thoroughly in love with it.
A million thank yous...I could not love it more!