[Vampire!Sam] And We Drown
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ohsamTitle: And We Drown
Author: Semira
Pairing/Genre: Gen, Hurt!Sam, Vampire!Sam, father-figure!Bobby, Angry!Dean, Worried!Dean, Fake Voicemail Fix-It
Word Count: ~4,000
Rating: PG-13 (for language and canon-typical bloodiness and angst)
Summary: Sequel to ‘Til Human Voices Wake Us. Sam wakes from the agonizing effects of the cure to a darker world. Dean finds out what happened, and the cruel voicemail he didn’t actually leave on Sam’s phone comes into play.
Excerpt:
“Where is he, Bobby? Where’s Sammy?”
It shouldn’t hurt this much, the way that old name slides off Dean’s tongue like it still belongs there. Dean probably thinks Sam’s dead. He wouldn’t pick up any calls from Bobby after the first. He doesn’t know the truth is infinitely worse.
Sam imagines this will be the last time he’ll hear that name from his brother’s lips. He wants to cherish it, right up until he feels the cold steel of a machete against his neck.
= ON AO3
Author: Semira
Pairing/Genre: Gen, Hurt!Sam, Vampire!Sam, father-figure!Bobby, Angry!Dean, Worried!Dean, Fake Voicemail Fix-It
Word Count: ~4,000
Rating: PG-13 (for language and canon-typical bloodiness and angst)
Summary: Sequel to ‘Til Human Voices Wake Us. Sam wakes from the agonizing effects of the cure to a darker world. Dean finds out what happened, and the cruel voicemail he didn’t actually leave on Sam’s phone comes into play.
Excerpt:
“Where is he, Bobby? Where’s Sammy?”
It shouldn’t hurt this much, the way that old name slides off Dean’s tongue like it still belongs there. Dean probably thinks Sam’s dead. He wouldn’t pick up any calls from Bobby after the first. He doesn’t know the truth is infinitely worse.
Sam imagines this will be the last time he’ll hear that name from his brother’s lips. He wants to cherish it, right up until he feels the cold steel of a machete against his neck.
= ON AO3
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