OhSam Triple Play 2016!
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
( Read more... )
Spoilers: through S12 Ep2
Warnings: depression
[1990]
“Sam! Time for school!” Dean is shaking him awake, a bright grin plastered across his face.
He rolls over, pulling the floral comforter over his head. “Go away, Dean.”
He can picture the grin in Dean’s eyes turning to a frown. “What’s the matter? You can’t miss the first day of school, you nerd.”
Sam doesn’t budge. “It’s not the first day of school,” he grumbles. It’s the 23rd of October.
“C’mon, Sammy.” Dean coaxes, tugging the blanket down from where it’s pulled over Sam’s face. Dean cracks a hopeful smile. “Don’t leave me to be the new kid on my own. Who’s gonna eat with me during lunch?”
Sam chews at his lip. The skin’s worn out so that it tastes like copper. He stares at Dean’s face, so earnest it cracks around the edges. “Yeah, okay,” he says finally. He tugs his mouth into an almost smile.
[1998]“Sam ( ... )
Reply
Sam wakes with a shuddering gasp, heart pounding in his chest. His eyes scan the dim room, reorienting himself.
Dean’s sitting in the motel bed next to him, still in his jeans on top of the covers. He’s side-eyeing Sam warily while the tv plays some old black and white film on mute. “Vision?”
Jess burning above him, blood dripping onto his face through hot flames. Sam shakes his head. “No, just…” He doesn’t need to finish ( ... )
Reply
Sammy, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you.
He comes back to Dean’s face, bloodied and smashed by his hands. He felt every hit. He felt the surge of power when he exploded Cas and wrung Bobby’s neck. Just a few final failures to add to his list.
When he leans back toward the hole, ready to trap the devil, it doesn’t exactly feel like victory. It’s just an attempt at penance for a life full of mistakes.
But as he closes his eyes -
Peace.
(Then his eyes reopen.)
[2011]“Sam,” Dean’s shaking him. “We’re making a pitstop ( ... )
Reply
Sam consciousness comes back with the creak of the basement door. It’s a better awakening to a bucket of ice water, he guesses, though he feels the sting of all the bloody cuts just the same. He drags his head up wearily. Toni, righteous ambassador from the British Men of Letters, is watching him.
“Screw yourself,” he says.
He’s so done. He’s lost Dean so many times, and this time doesn’t hurt any less. His chest is hollow and everything is heavy, like someone switched out his bones for lead. Dean’s gone which means Sam is too.
Except. Toni is saying that he and Dean messed up, that they’re the monsters. What a load of crap. His brother just sacrificed himself to save the world from destruction. Those self-righteous pricks wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for Dean. So Sam sets his jaw.
(He’s never, ever gonna say that Dean - the real Dean - is anything but good.Toni’s hands go to grab something outside the doorway and Sam vaguely wonders what new torture she’s thought up to try and change his mind ( ... )
Reply
Great writing!
Reply
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment