ART: Conversations with the Dead
Challenge: spnhorrorbang
Fic: Conversations with the Dead
Author: lennelle
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None/gen
Summary: Sometimes, a parent might tuck in their child at night and find an empty bed in the morning.
In 1996, Sam Winchester vanished in an empty room. He reappeared two months later with missing hair, bruises and vacant eyes.
By 2000, Dean Winchester is a hunter in his own right. He travels to Minnesota where his brother now lives with Pastor Jim, a long-time friend of their father's. The thing is, John Winchester recently went into the house that ruined his youngest son and he never came back out. Thing is, Sam is the only person who knows what's in the house. Thing is, Sam Winchester hasn't spoken in four years.
My ramblings: So many thanks to my author, who has been super lovely to work with. She probably deserves a parade after getting stuck with flaky old me for her first ever challenge. *throws a marching band at her* As usual, there was supposed to be more art to go with the creepy deliciousness that is this fic. BUT ALAS. Time and I do not get along. The story will make up for my shortcomings, tho, so definitely go check that out.
Did I mention this story was creepy? And that there's so much beautiful h/c I could die? WELL THERE IS. Now, get out of here.
Fic: Conversations with the Dead
Author: lennelle
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None/gen
Summary: Sometimes, a parent might tuck in their child at night and find an empty bed in the morning.
In 1996, Sam Winchester vanished in an empty room. He reappeared two months later with missing hair, bruises and vacant eyes.
By 2000, Dean Winchester is a hunter in his own right. He travels to Minnesota where his brother now lives with Pastor Jim, a long-time friend of their father's. The thing is, John Winchester recently went into the house that ruined his youngest son and he never came back out. Thing is, Sam is the only person who knows what's in the house. Thing is, Sam Winchester hasn't spoken in four years.
My ramblings: So many thanks to my author, who has been super lovely to work with. She probably deserves a parade after getting stuck with flaky old me for her first ever challenge. *throws a marching band at her* As usual, there was supposed to be more art to go with the creepy deliciousness that is this fic. BUT ALAS. Time and I do not get along. The story will make up for my shortcomings, tho, so definitely go check that out.
Did I mention this story was creepy? And that there's so much beautiful h/c I could die? WELL THERE IS. Now, get out of here.