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Genre: gen, mindfuck, angst/horror, PTSD!Sam
Character: Sam (and Dean)
Word Count: ~3700
Warnings: Wholesale post-Apocalypse warning. All bets are off. This is NOT a 5x22 tag!
Summary: You don't just drive away from the Apocalypse. But drive the Winchesters do, straight out toward the edge of the world.
Notes: The title of this fic really is the black box itself; it's not a spoiler warning, even though it looks like one. Because wouldn't show up in the subject line, Nil sine numine is a subtitle of sorts; it's certainly easier to pronounce. XD It translates as 'nothing without the Deity,' and is also the state motto of Colorado, where the bulk of this fic takes place.
"We should burn these," he says, flicking blood flakes from his fingertips.
"We should." The jacket is stiff with a dark red mess of blood, and the shirts are iridescent with it. "It looks like something died in them."
And it's pathetic, but this is the best mood Sam has been in in months.
PSA: Congratulations Show, for five seasons, one Apocalypse, and two brothers. You give it your all, and regardless of what that 'all' entails, we will always love you for that. Here's to your sixth--kick it in the ass!
Genre: gen, mindfuck, angst/horror, PTSD!Sam
Character: Sam (and Dean)
Word Count: ~3700
Warnings: Wholesale post-Apocalypse warning. All bets are off. This is NOT a 5x22 tag!
Summary: You don't just drive away from the Apocalypse. But drive the Winchesters do, straight out toward the edge of the world.
Notes: The title of this fic really is the black box itself; it's not a spoiler warning, even though it looks like one. Because wouldn't show up in the subject line, Nil sine numine is a subtitle of sorts; it's certainly easier to pronounce. XD It translates as 'nothing without the Deity,' and is also the state motto of Colorado, where the bulk of this fic takes place.
"We should burn these," he says, flicking blood flakes from his fingertips.
"We should." The jacket is stiff with a dark red mess of blood, and the shirts are iridescent with it. "It looks like something died in them."
And it's pathetic, but this is the best mood Sam has been in in months.
PSA: Congratulations Show, for five seasons, one Apocalypse, and two brothers. You give it your all, and regardless of what that 'all' entails, we will always love you for that. Here's to your sixth--kick it in the ass!
