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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Sometimes Sam doesn’t eat all of it. He has to refuse Cold Oak at first; although he soldiers through demon blood with his whole new body quaking and tears running silently down his face. Castiel thinks of headstrong, stubborn Sam and wishes that he had not opened the door to Bobby’s panic room, so many weesks ago. That conclave of labels that follows Sam barely features any that Sam had brought upon himself: in the cosmic lay of things, here is ( ... )
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Castiel divides all the white plates from the red plates. He hums quietly, an old song that was harmonized from one corner of Heaven to the other, and figures out that there are chords and tempos his vessel cannot comprehend. He settles for a sailing ditty instead, picked up from Ur long ago. He doesn’t look at Sam, swaddled in a quilt and staring darkly at his half-eaten plate, memories and being draining in and out of himself. It looks like this is physically hurting him. He curls against the side of the couch, one fist clenched, biting down on the pain ( ... )
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Your writing is always so uniquely descriptive. You took this prompt in a completely different direction than I ever could have imagined, so clever and heartfelt. I really enjoyed Cas and how deeply he cared for Sam in this, it made him very human.
Lovely!
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Thank you so much for writing this!
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Excellent work, as always! Thank you so much for sharing :)
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