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Title: Twenty-eight, Twenty-nine, Thirty.
Author: Rainylemons
Rating: PG-13 for Language.
Genre and/or Pairing: gen
Spoilers: Oh, nothing much.
Word Count: 1,662
Disclaimer: There’s a dearth of hugging and kittens on the show. This tells you I have no claim to it.
Summary: Dean and Sam hunt something in the night while Sam does his best to keep breathing. This started as a prompt from the seriously cool
sharp_teeth horror themed comment fic meme, but went about nowhere. Then
wave_obscura long, long ago on her birthday requested: “Bad hearts” and since I had this start, I promised to do something with it for her. So, here you go, my friend, one seriously belated birthday gift.
Author’s Note: (Highlight to read.)CPR does not work this miraculously, particularly not with what I’ve done here. But, what the crap, it’s Show and Winchesters. If it really snags you, just treat it as a season five fic and assume Sam was resurrected. Also, yes, I was in fact thinking of “Cabal” (or “Nightbreed” if you prefer the movie version) as I drafted my imaginary monster.
A/N 2: Editing. There be none.
(Follow the fake cut to my underground lair ...)
Author: Rainylemons
Rating: PG-13 for Language.
Genre and/or Pairing: gen
Spoilers: Oh, nothing much.
Word Count: 1,662
Disclaimer: There’s a dearth of hugging and kittens on the show. This tells you I have no claim to it.
Summary: Dean and Sam hunt something in the night while Sam does his best to keep breathing. This started as a prompt from the seriously cool
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Author’s Note: (Highlight to read.)CPR does not work this miraculously, particularly not with what I’ve done here. But, what the crap, it’s Show and Winchesters. If it really snags you, just treat it as a season five fic and assume Sam was resurrected. Also, yes, I was in fact thinking of “Cabal” (or “Nightbreed” if you prefer the movie version) as I drafted my imaginary monster.
A/N 2: Editing. There be none.
(Follow the fake cut to my underground lair ...)