An injured Sam wakes up in a deserted warehouse with no idea of how he got there, but more importantly, no idea where Dean is!!! Cue some badass Sam searching for his brother even though he's injured and in pain, or delirious from blood loss.
Fill: Time For A Shave - P1jdl71November 2 2018, 16:38:47 UTC
He had been driving; the tires of the Impala eating away at the asphalt underneath them. The car, Dean’s baby, had become his second home. More like his only home, he couldn’t bear to be in the bunker. Not without Dean. It wasn’t his home without his brother. It didn’t matter that Castiel was there. So what if Jack was around? Or Mary? Or even Bobby, even if he was the ‘other’ Bobby. Or any of the others they had rescued from the other world. None of them were Dean. It was just too hard to be in that familiar place. He was always expecting Dean to round the corner, slid into the kitchen looking for a cup of coffee or a beer. He could swear, late at night, he saw Dean’s shadow disappearing down the hall. He’d try to stop it. Him? Only to realize it was his imagination. He couldn’t breathe when it slammed home that Dean was gone; under Michael’s control. Dean was lost to him. No matter what he did, no matter the leads he followed up on, Dean was gone. In the wind. Nothing ever panned out. Either they were false leads or Michael was
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RE: Fill: Time For A Shave - P2jdl71November 2 2018, 16:39:04 UTC
So, with Dean’s return came the need for change. It was time to shed the beard. His beard of grief as someone had dubbed it. He couldn’t even remember who had called it that. Another thing that didn’t matter. What had mattered was Dean’s reaction to it. Dean had narrowed his eyes at him, those green eyes taking him in, breaking him down to his soul and shaking his head no in response to it. Dean had hated it. His snarky comment about Duck Dynasty calling and wanting the beard back had been one of only countless ways Dean had given his opinion on his facial hair
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Sam's talking about ghosts and werewolves, silver bullets and salt circles. Jess thought it was just the fever talking, but now it's really starting to freak her out!
Sam is with Lucifer, Hallucifer, or Nick, and starts realizing how many people he's killed -- people, not monsters -- and how much blood is on his hands.
Ohhh yes I like this one a lot! (Sorry I know I'm a little late to the party but I've only just now got time to write whoops) Anyway, I'm getting some serious Hallucifer Lady Macbeth-esque vibes from this one, definitely going to write it
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