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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Also on ff.netThe stones of the church seem to crumble under Sam’s gaze. The windows have shattered long ago, their stained glass glistening in the soft moonlight. Castiel stands before the altar in that strangely stiff way of his, arms too straight and brow wrinkling in a frown. Sam tries not to think of the implications of a fallen angel in a fallen church ( ... )
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Sam’s soul is scorched and flayed, nudging at the alien hand with curious fear. He can see it as much as he can feel it, see its shimmering yellow glow. There’s that trauma, there’s that defiance, there’s that stubborn hope. The scars of grief are deep on the soul, ill-stitched and sometimes still bleeding. But he most important part is that the soul is entirely, completely thereRight where it should be ( ... )
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“Sam, I do not think you understand quite how extraordinary your soul is,” Castiel explains, Sam merely looks sceptical, so the angel continues in his grave voice, “You have spent more than a millennium in the Cage with two archangels, yet your soul has come out of it completely human. Most souls in hell take half that time to burn away and become ‘black smoke’ as you so eloquently described. Coming out with a battered, yet human soul is a miracle.”
For a moment it looks like Sam is about to argue. That’s because Lucifer didn’t want that to happen. That’s because the Cage isn’t really hell. That’s because it was demonic before I went to hell. At the look on Castiel’s face, Sam refrains from speaking all together ( ... )
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Thank you for sharing :)
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