Because the Beyond Called
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Word Count: 1000ish
Characters: Sam, Dean
Summary: Dean is a large, dark blur wavering above Sam's face, identifiable only by the smell of gun oil and leather and the fact that he's here while Sam's feeling like death.
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mentholpixieWord Count: 1000ish
Characters: Sam, Dean
Summary: Dean is a large, dark blur wavering above Sam's face, identifiable only by the smell of gun oil and leather and the fact that he's here while Sam's feeling like death.
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Date: 2016-05-03 07:13 am (UTC)ooOOoo This was AWESOME!!
I want MORE!!
my fave section:
“No, don't worry about that, Sammy. Worry about moving your legs – that's it. Good. All right, think you can stand?”
“No.”
“That's the spirit.” Dean drags him upright anyway, and keeps him upright when the room spins in a slow, swooping circle. Sam tries to cling dizzily to Dean's leather jacket but his wrists are stiff with bulky bandages, stinging sharply with each twist of flesh, and his fingers feel swollen and useless.
“Whoa...”
“It's okay, I've got you. No fainting, remember?”
“No fainting,” Sam agrees regretfully. Fainting feels like a good idea right now, a really good idea...
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Date: 2016-05-03 08:28 pm (UTC)