I also learned that avoiding Dean's scenes by simply re-writing them to Sam is not problem-solving; it is avoidance:
And I keep worrying about is whether the whole thing is too affective? My father commented to me once that my mother and her roommate used to read a lot of Kirk/Spock slash, and that one time, the roomie had given my dad one of the books to read. He told me that it had read very much like it had been written by a woman. Which isn't to say that affect is a feminine trait! But if I'm writing dudes, I want them to sound and act like dudes. And both Sam and Dean are in fact dudes?? Really resilient dudes??
Right now I sort of feel like both of them in this fic have a low threshold for flipping their shit. Granted, sleep-deprivation can do that to you, and it's late S9 so the whole year has been fairly legitimately traumatic, but. I think it would be a stretch to argue that either of them don't have a very HIGH threshold for flipping their shit (...most of the time). tl;dr I don't want to write OOC woobie crap.
But I also don't want to be That Person who writes the fic where like, Sam breaks his arm and has his liver eaten out and Lucifer in his head and also pneumonia and also dramatic angst over Madison AND ALSO ENDOCARDITIS but is only kinda sorta YES YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION TO MOP MY FEVERED BROW DEAN levels of fazed. (Rest assured, in exactly zero drafts of this BB has any of this been true of Sam.) Because then that's just ridiculous, and also doesn't respect the major effects of any one of those dilemmas. I don't want to unrealistically just kind "man I'm super macho" flatline it, possibly even more than I don't want the emotions in this fic to be as histrionic as my stupid POV graph.
Right now this fic opens with Sam waking up and affectively narrating five thousand different tangents, some of which are about wheat.
AND TRANSITIONS, WHAT ARE TRANSITIONS. D;