This fic will never stop breaking my heart, no matter how many times I read it. Double-suicide is the only way for the Winchester boys to go, in the end. Oh, and I really love the pumpkin/jack-o-lantern metaphor.

And I fully admit that part of this love is they wouldn't have let me do that in undergrad. I'm pretty sure the profs would have given me the look, you know?
I DO INDEED KNOW THE LOOK TO WHICH YOU ARE REFERRING, MADAM.

(Surely it's not because we had the same profs and most of the same classes...)