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crowroad3.livejournal.comTitle: Somebody’s Got to Tell the Tale
Author: crowroad
Word Count: 1900
Genre: gen, AU, fairy-tale-ish
Rating: PG
Warnings: Season 3, blood, hellhounds.
Summary: All the hellhounds are dead. Or: Dean goes to hell. Sam brings him back.
His back's to the door and his shoulders are hunched up tight when Dean steps back in out of the stiff Illinois wind. He can hear the plastic bag crinkling over Dean's arm, smell diner grease and prairie earth and, very faintly, showered-off blood. All the hellhounds are dead, he thinks nonsensically, puts a hand quickly to his cheek, to his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Dean says.
"Sick, I think," Sam says, clicks the keyboard, closes the spellbook with a soft snap.
On AO3
Author: crowroad
Word Count: 1900
Genre: gen, AU, fairy-tale-ish
Rating: PG
Warnings: Season 3, blood, hellhounds.
Summary: All the hellhounds are dead. Or: Dean goes to hell. Sam brings him back.
His back's to the door and his shoulders are hunched up tight when Dean steps back in out of the stiff Illinois wind. He can hear the plastic bag crinkling over Dean's arm, smell diner grease and prairie earth and, very faintly, showered-off blood. All the hellhounds are dead, he thinks nonsensically, puts a hand quickly to his cheek, to his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Dean says.
"Sick, I think," Sam says, clicks the keyboard, closes the spellbook with a soft snap.
On AO3
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