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crack_van2009-08-16 10:09 am
Entry tags:
What’s Dead Should Stay Dead by Baylor (R)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:
baylorsr
Author Website: Fanfiction by Baylor
Why this must be read: It's twisted as all get out and yet completely perfect. The lengths to which the Winchesters will go for each other and the chaos they leave behind.
Sam didn't dream anymore, but then, there wasn't a demon anymore, was there, so that was all fine and good. No matter that sometimes it seemed like Sam was listening to or watching things that Dean could not hear or see. Dean was just being paranoid, worrying over what the demon had said about Sam not being 100 percent pure Sam. They were alive, they were together, the demon was dead -- what more could he ask for?
Dean kept telling himself all these things until the morning he found the dead rabbit on the floor of the hotel room, right at the foot of his bed.
"Sam," he said, holding very still, not taking his eyes off the dead animal. "Sam, do you know where this came from?"
Sam was sitting at the end of his bed, pulling on socks. "It's for you, Dean," he said, off-handed and unconcerned.
Dean forced his eyes up from the rabbit to Sam, who looked completely ordinary and Sam-like. "You went outside last night and killed this?" he asked, his voice carefully steady.
Sam gave him a puzzled look. "Yeah," he said, as though it were obvious, and then added, "Don't you want it?"
What’s Dead Should Stay Dead
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Fanfiction by Baylor
Why this must be read: It's twisted as all get out and yet completely perfect. The lengths to which the Winchesters will go for each other and the chaos they leave behind.
Sam didn't dream anymore, but then, there wasn't a demon anymore, was there, so that was all fine and good. No matter that sometimes it seemed like Sam was listening to or watching things that Dean could not hear or see. Dean was just being paranoid, worrying over what the demon had said about Sam not being 100 percent pure Sam. They were alive, they were together, the demon was dead -- what more could he ask for?
Dean kept telling himself all these things until the morning he found the dead rabbit on the floor of the hotel room, right at the foot of his bed.
"Sam," he said, holding very still, not taking his eyes off the dead animal. "Sam, do you know where this came from?"
Sam was sitting at the end of his bed, pulling on socks. "It's for you, Dean," he said, off-handed and unconcerned.
Dean forced his eyes up from the rabbit to Sam, who looked completely ordinary and Sam-like. "You went outside last night and killed this?" he asked, his voice carefully steady.
Sam gave him a puzzled look. "Yeah," he said, as though it were obvious, and then added, "Don't you want it?"
