OhSam Triple Play 2015!
The comm hosted this little event a couple of years ago, and as November 2 is an auspicious day for our darling Sam, today would be the perfect time to revisit this challenge. Welcome to the Triple Play 2015!
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"Slow," Dean says, "slow."
There's bradycardia and there's bradycardia; there are skips and there are skips.
They're cross-legged, ouija-style, facing, fetches bracing across a circulatory highway.
The witch gave them one heart. Left them their hands.
"A little faster," Sam says. Black gnats in the peripherals. A high whine.
"Goddamnit," Dean says. Fingers brush Sam's wrists dust-chilly as the archive, where there's a book, where there's a spell.
The Bunker fills, rushes, rights itself, contracts.
Cor aut mors, Sam mutters, heart or death, choose, be chamber-to-chamber or none.
A word and a blood-flash splits them, aortic arch, rips left, carotid, subclavian--
it's his pulse, damn it, his to keep, stop, count, give---
"Sam!"
Their fingers spark apart; they gulp in the breath of the beholders, palms slapped flat to their own chests on their own arcs of their own circle.
"Witches,"Dean mutters.
It's always been theirs.
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Thanks for sharing :)
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Love the moment they rip apart--aortic arch, carotid artery, I love your biology.
Love poor Sam's desire to reclaim his bodily integrity one more goddamn time, 'It's his pulse, damn it'...
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I love your comments. <3
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"his to keep, stop, count, give---"
Well if that ain't just the Winchesters?
Fantastic!
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