Summary: Dean is a large, dark blur wavering above Sam's face, identifiable only by the smell of gun oil and leather and the fact that he's here while Sam's feeling like death.
Summary: The bites are viscous, jagged ovals that ooze blood and, a few of them, pus, ringed with deep purple bruises and the bright red flare of infection. ( Read more... )
Written for an OhSam comment fic meme. For the prompt: Apocalyptic curtain!fic AU (is that a thing? If it's not, it is now). Sam and Dean survive whatever apocalypse you feel like throwing at them. [...] And then Sam gets sick. Really sick. And sure, there's a doctor or nurse or someone who was some kind of medical professional back before
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