DEW: Au
Genre: gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: G
Challenge: DEW: Gold
Warnings/Spoilers:
Summary: Alchemy freaking sucks.
Dean watches crystals precipitate, sift, bloom to the bottom. Reddish.
Incantation, beside the point. His brother’s hands steady at the scratched symbols: sol, luna, venus, mars.
Alchemy freaking sucks.
But Sam’s talking, soothing, something about chrysopoeia, lips moving around the names of metals.
(Flashback: I’m a witch, Sammy! His calluses caught currents, every palmed object brighter than Baby. A curse.
We need, Sam said, nose in a dusty writ, reverse alchemy--
or something. )
*
Sam’s geeked on the Great Work.
Of course it works.
“So everything I touch won’t turn to -"
“Yeah, Dean,” Sam says, ruffles his brother’s hair with stained fingers, “you’re golden.”
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: G
Challenge: DEW: Gold
Warnings/Spoilers:
Summary: Alchemy freaking sucks.
Dean watches crystals precipitate, sift, bloom to the bottom. Reddish.
Incantation, beside the point. His brother’s hands steady at the scratched symbols: sol, luna, venus, mars.
Alchemy freaking sucks.
But Sam’s talking, soothing, something about chrysopoeia, lips moving around the names of metals.
(Flashback: I’m a witch, Sammy! His calluses caught currents, every palmed object brighter than Baby. A curse.
We need, Sam said, nose in a dusty writ, reverse alchemy--
or something. )
*
Sam’s geeked on the Great Work.
Of course it works.
“So everything I touch won’t turn to -"
“Yeah, Dean,” Sam says, ruffles his brother’s hair with stained fingers, “you’re golden.”