life makes echoes (if you see them) [ao3] gen, 890 words, pg, post-6.12 Dean guns the ignition and they slip into old patterns that spark like something new.
You know when you were little, and you scraped your knee, or your elbow, or the palms of your hands, how it hurt? It was a little scary, with all the blood, and the *holes* in you where all the insides of you were bleeding out? And your mom, she didn't go for the spray stuff, or the cotton ball and the brown bottle of peroxide, or even the tube of neosporin. No, she went to the medicine cabinet and took out the fancy tin, the flat one with the blue flowers on it, and she popped it open and dipped a finger into the gooey balm and oh, so carefully, she smoothed it onto the hurt places, and it felt like healing by magic?
This story is the good stuff, balm, from the magic healing tin.
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