Fic: Like Salt
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ohsamTitle: Like Salt
Author: crowroad3
Word Count: 2200
Genre: gen, h/c
Rating: PG
Warnings: Season 8, trials, brooding, memories of hell and purgatory.
Summary: Feverish Sam in the bunker, worried Dean, memories, flashbacks, quests, demons, ghosts, blood, broken glass, stained shirts, salt, stars, and corrupted apple pie.
Thing is, suffering is an offense, no matter who’s doing it.
“My eyeballs are on fire,” he says.
“Copy that,” Dean says, rough, worried, and Sam remembers, the clutch that pulled him from the granite-scented Maine woods, carried him home.
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Author: crowroad3
Word Count: 2200
Genre: gen, h/c
Rating: PG
Warnings: Season 8, trials, brooding, memories of hell and purgatory.
Summary: Feverish Sam in the bunker, worried Dean, memories, flashbacks, quests, demons, ghosts, blood, broken glass, stained shirts, salt, stars, and corrupted apple pie.
Thing is, suffering is an offense, no matter who’s doing it.
“My eyeballs are on fire,” he says.
“Copy that,” Dean says, rough, worried, and Sam remembers, the clutch that pulled him from the granite-scented Maine woods, carried him home.
On AO3
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