Fic rec: Catalogue of Non-Definitive Acts
There’s someone calling for him. It’s an insistent, dry, inflectionless tone that almost reminds Sam of someone; could be someone he cares about. He gets to his feet, but his legs feel unstable. His knees almost buckle under him - like he’s walking on wooden stilts - when he takes a step.
“Sam!”
It’s louder now, deeper, stronger, nearer, graver.
Okay so. This is officially the most gorgeous thing I've read in at least a month or who knows how long. It's Sam/Cas, and it's Purgatory. It could be the reason Sam didn't look for Dean, or it could end better than that. You'll have to read it and see. I don't know how to post a rec anymore. I'm too out of words. I can't decide if I should cry over this or scream or sigh in utter contentment.
Go go go.