DCSS: Snow's End
Title: Snow's End
Artist + Author: tkodami | AO3 | tumblr
Fandom/Genre: SPN, Canonverse, Alternate S9
Pairing: Dean/Cas pre-slash
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Sam, mentions of Metatron & Theo
Rating: G (cover art); T (fic)
Warnings: Blood, injury, mild body horror, artist's first fandom fic.
Prompt: TFW investigate a case somewhere freezing cold and snowy, and Dean is injured. Sam goes to find help, and they take shelter in an abandoned building. But there's a snowstorm raging outside, and they don't know what else is out there...
Written for anactoria for the Dean/Cas Secret Santa 2014.
[Read it on AO3]
When we have already blundered into the trap, we know the weight of our errors in judgment, Sam thought tiredly as he scrubbed his arms against the freezing stone of the portal. He couldn't touch it with his hands. No skin contact until he was sure; he remembered that much. Magic sparked weakly and washed over the surface of the rock in a slow, blue wave. The altar shuddered, groaned sharply, and went silent.
Passage For Souls in Service of the Dead, it now read.
Sam jerked his arm back unconsciously.
Not the right one. Not ever the right one.
Bitter cold trickled into his heart. His shoulders hunched involuntarily, trying to curl around his chest. He ran his fingers through his hair, as much for something to do with them as to warm them. Why was he here? Dean was injured; and he was on a mission. What was this place? An answer wormed its way into his mind, then dashed off before he could grasp it; at one time he had known the name of this featureless plain, but it had left him on the wind.
A grimace twisted on his face. If he didn't find the right portal soon, he'd have plenty of time to figure it out--an eternity, an ocean of time, before he froze to death on the tundra.
Wherever he was, he had to keep moving.
... [Read the rest on AO3]
Artist + Author: tkodami | AO3 | tumblr
Fandom/Genre: SPN, Canonverse, Alternate S9
Pairing: Dean/Cas pre-slash
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Sam, mentions of Metatron & Theo
Rating: G (cover art); T (fic)
Warnings: Blood, injury, mild body horror, artist's first fandom fic.
Prompt: TFW investigate a case somewhere freezing cold and snowy, and Dean is injured. Sam goes to find help, and they take shelter in an abandoned building. But there's a snowstorm raging outside, and they don't know what else is out there...
Written for anactoria for the Dean/Cas Secret Santa 2014.
[Read it on AO3]
When we have already blundered into the trap, we know the weight of our errors in judgment, Sam thought tiredly as he scrubbed his arms against the freezing stone of the portal. He couldn't touch it with his hands. No skin contact until he was sure; he remembered that much. Magic sparked weakly and washed over the surface of the rock in a slow, blue wave. The altar shuddered, groaned sharply, and went silent.
Passage For Souls in Service of the Dead, it now read.
Sam jerked his arm back unconsciously.
Not the right one. Not ever the right one.
Bitter cold trickled into his heart. His shoulders hunched involuntarily, trying to curl around his chest. He ran his fingers through his hair, as much for something to do with them as to warm them. Why was he here? Dean was injured; and he was on a mission. What was this place? An answer wormed its way into his mind, then dashed off before he could grasp it; at one time he had known the name of this featureless plain, but it had left him on the wind.
A grimace twisted on his face. If he didn't find the right portal soon, he'd have plenty of time to figure it out--an eternity, an ocean of time, before he froze to death on the tundra.
Wherever he was, he had to keep moving.
... [Read the rest on AO3]