[FIC] setissma: Malleus Malificarum
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Title: Malleus Malificarum
Writer: setissma
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings:Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5600 words
Summary: His Dark Materials + SPN; in other words, Sam/Dean with daemons.
Reccer's notes: I have a soft spot for any fandom set in the His Dark Materials verse, but Supernatural especially, because it lends itself to so many different possibilities - particularly, how would things be the same, and how would they be different, if Sam and Dean had someone in their lives who is as important (if not more so) than each other?
This fic examines that question in the Supernatural canon almost as we know it, and somehow brings the boys even closer together, using their daemons to show just how codependent and tangled up they are in each other. This is easily one of my favorite fics in the Supernatural fandom, and my explanation does not do it justice.
[Short excerpt]"What's her name?" the doctor says, and Sam looks up from his magazine, so worn through Dean can see it written across his face.
"Sachiel," he says, "Marjorie." They both roll a little in their sleep, restless, until it's the other way around, the wrong otter pressed against his side. Even like this, Dean can feel it, warm and unbalanced, like putting his hands on something too hot.
The doctor catches it, blinks at it, startles as if she's seeing something she shouldn't. She looks away, cheeks warm, like she's caught them having sex or plotting murder, too private, and puts a hand on the bedrail.
"She's touching him?" she says, and Sam looks up, sharp.
"He's my brother," he says.
"I've never seen -" she whispers.
"He's my brother," Sam says, fierce and low and brutal, with an undercurrent Dean's never heard before. The doctor looks at him for a moment longer before she backs out of the room, her border collie quick at her heels.
"Just," Sam says, "goddamn it, Dean, wake up." He buries his head in his hands, and Dean sits down beside him, exhausted.