[fic] 'Til Human Voices Wake Us
Author: Semira
Characters: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester (mentioned)
Pairing/Genre: Gen, Hurt!Sam, Vampire!Sam, father-figure!Bobby, guilty Bobby, Detox and Voicemail message Fix-It story.
Word Count: 4,500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence and allusion to suicidal thoughts.
Summary: Still reeling from what happened when Sam was soulless, Bobby gets careless during a hunt and a vampire turns Sam before they can put it down. Badly wounded, Sam's body uses all its remaining resources in an attempt to slowly heal him, and it's a long way back home. The cravings and even the agony of the cure aren't the worst things Sam has to face.
Excerpt:
“Bobby, what's wrong?”
Bobby leans over him, and Sam lets out a relieved sigh in the shade Bobby casts. “Y'don't remember?” When Sam doesn't answer, Bobby keeps going. “Remember... what we were hunting?”
Sam looks around, trying to focus through the pain and the weakness, and when his eyes settle on the blood-stained machete, it all comes together in a sickening rush. “Vampires,” he says. “We were...” he trails off. “Oh, God...” and like a wound acknowledged, the aching in his stomach makes itself known as hunger, and Sam whimpers and turns onto his side.
On AO3
Characters: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester (mentioned)
Pairing/Genre: Gen, Hurt!Sam, Vampire!Sam, father-figure!Bobby, guilty Bobby, Detox and Voicemail message Fix-It story.
Word Count: 4,500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence and allusion to suicidal thoughts.
Summary: Still reeling from what happened when Sam was soulless, Bobby gets careless during a hunt and a vampire turns Sam before they can put it down. Badly wounded, Sam's body uses all its remaining resources in an attempt to slowly heal him, and it's a long way back home. The cravings and even the agony of the cure aren't the worst things Sam has to face.
Excerpt:
“Bobby, what's wrong?”
Bobby leans over him, and Sam lets out a relieved sigh in the shade Bobby casts. “Y'don't remember?” When Sam doesn't answer, Bobby keeps going. “Remember... what we were hunting?”
Sam looks around, trying to focus through the pain and the weakness, and when his eyes settle on the blood-stained machete, it all comes together in a sickening rush. “Vampires,” he says. “We were...” he trails off. “Oh, God...” and like a wound acknowledged, the aching in his stomach makes itself known as hunger, and Sam whimpers and turns onto his side.
On AO3