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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And here John sits, hiding from it all behind a glass of whiskey. He sips and wishes it would burn his throat more than it does.
He's re-filling his glass when the door opens and Dean slips inside. He glances at the blood stains on the table and swallows hard, then he takes a seat opposite.
"Sammy's still sleeping," he says. John notices his eyes wander to the bottle of whiskey, but Dean quickly looks away. "He'll be okay."
It's more a question that a statement. John nods. "He's going to be okay," he says. Until the next time, his mind supplies.
"He, uh - Sammy..." Dean stops, lets out a breath. John hears what he can't say; the horrors they just witness, what they almost lost. It's more than any kid, and Dean's still a kid, should have to handle.
More than anyone should have to handle.
Dean coaxes pills down Sam's throat and ( ... )
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I love the way you captured the tension between Bobby and John, and how John holds all of his guilt tightly to heart and keeps it to himself. So heartbreaking! But then you also gave Dean whispering to Sam and trying to distract him, surgeon Bobby, and then that ending - what a fic!!! Thank you so much for sharing :)
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Thanks for commenting!! :)
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