Original Prompt: Sam is working his way through the legacy Rowena has bequeathed to him. He finds a mirror that connects him with...?
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Synopsis: When Sam brings home Rowena's "affirmation mirror", he finds the reflection it casts is every inch as fabulous as the ornate design that frames it.
Snippet:
Gingerly tugging on one of the nails to test it for strength, Sam cautiously hung the mirror on the wall. It was hardly a grand transformation, but he had to agree that it certainly lent something to the otherwise drab and utilitarian room.
"Dull and functional, just like me," sighed Sam, unashamedly feeling sorry for himself, gazing at himself unhappily in the mirror. Sometimes it was good to wallow. Dean had a strict rule that the only person allowed to speak ill of Sam was Dean himself - not even Sam was allowed to be critical. He supposed it was sweet if somewhat smothering.
"Well, shame on you!" cried Sam, his eyes widening in shock at the unbidden and unexpected words flowing from his mouth. Words that were equally mouthed by the reflection in front of him, but whose movements now no longer conformed to Sam's own. "A tall streak of hot, salty goodness like you has got no damn reason to be down on yourself!"
Author: TheYmp
Recipient: candygramme
Original Prompt: Sam is working his way through the legacy Rowena has bequeathed to him. He finds a mirror that connects him with...?
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Synopsis: When Sam brings home Rowena's "affirmation mirror", he finds the reflection it casts is every inch as fabulous as the ornate design that frames it.
Snippet:
Gingerly tugging on one of the nails to test it for strength, Sam cautiously hung the mirror on the wall. It was hardly a grand transformation, but he had to agree that it certainly lent something to the otherwise drab and utilitarian room.
"Dull and functional, just like me," sighed Sam, unashamedly feeling sorry for himself, gazing at himself unhappily in the mirror. Sometimes it was good to wallow. Dean had a strict rule that the only person allowed to speak ill of Sam was Dean himself - not even Sam was allowed to be critical. He supposed it was sweet if somewhat smothering.
"Well, shame on you!" cried Sam, his eyes widening in shock at the unbidden and unexpected words flowing from his mouth. Words that were equally mouthed by the reflection in front of him, but whose movements now no longer conformed to Sam's own. "A tall streak of hot, salty goodness like you has got no damn reason to be down on yourself!"
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