Instant Rec:
Supernatural
We are meant for chains by
flipmontigirlSam/Dean, Sam/OFC
I don't know how to describe the way flipmontigirl writes - its all evocative fragments and visceral imagery, and very sparse, and it somehow always leaves me rocking in a corner, tearing our my hair and wimpering. By which I mean, of course, that she is brilliant to a degree that I cannot even comprehend, and that you should go read this story (and possibly everything she has ever written) now.
In Pine Ridge, South Dakota, he switches on his phone. Checks his voicemail. And it’s please Sam, please don’t do this. Same message. Forty-six times.
And, later today: Curtain!fic (in mulitple fandoms)