It's November 2, an auspicious (if ominous) day for our darling Sam, so to herald his introduction to The Red Stuff, let's revisit an annual tradition. Welcome to the OhSam Triple Play 2016! This year, we're offering a focus on a reoccurring theme in Sam's life: blood"Blood" could be interpreted in many ways. Family don't end with blood. The demon
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Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen
Characters:Sam, Dean
Spoilers: S12
Warnings: liberties with Native mythology, gore
Notes: whauksis, Wampanoag, "fox"
Wampanoag, Sam said, Shawmut. Something about Mt. Misery, and southeasterlies, the way the winds shift over the water, crosshatch the coastals, roll up into mid- and high-Bay State, over the formerly waterlogged like, well, an angel's wet dream. He was studying, building things with his hands the way he did sometimes, post-hell years, sigils or cabins or castles, all three. He looked bad-breakfast pale, warroom-wired at their own table.
Got us a case, Sam said.
Their mother was gone.
Dean shed the dead-guy and put the bags in the car.
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There were leaf-peepers on the Pike, blithe, kind of traffic you loathe, long for when you hit the woods, shotgun
loaded for--
Sister monsters, Sam said, tribal lore; muttered something about hobomok, and death spirits, and the word whauksis, to which Dean smirked--what's it? Sammy stuttered his eyes, let his mouth twitch ( ... )
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