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The Hope Only of Empty Men by kroki_refur (PG-13)
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tarod5, and I'll be your Supernatural driver this month. While I'm here, I hope to point out some fics that you might not have seen, but that are definitely worth your time. In terms of pairings, you'll be seeing a fairly even mix of Wincest, het, and gen. Now, let's get this show on the road, yes?
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: gen
Length: 4609 words
Author on LJ:kroki_refur
Why this must be read: So,kroki_refur is known in fandom for her angst, and let met tell you straight off that in that regard, this fic does not disappoint. This is the story of one way in which Sam might have said yes. There are a number of excellent "Sam says yes" fics out there, but for my money, this is the best. The writing is sad and strained, and just a bit desperate, with a pitch-perfect Lucifer playing on Sam's guilt. But the best thing, I think, is the way Sam's perceptions start to shift, until his dreams are more real than reality.
“Look on the table,” says Dean, and Sam glances over, looks back at Dean as quickly as he can. There’s a journal on the table, leather-bound, like Dad’s but newer.
“Leave me alone,” Sam says, and Dean sighs.
“I can’t do that,” he says. “You’re mine, Sam. You’re a part of me. I can no more leave you than you could leave your heart.”
“I’m not--” says Sam, but the words choke in his throat, the thought that he could be worse than part-demon, worse than the guy who started the end of the world, that he could be nothing more than a heart beating for Lucifer--
“Look in the journal,” says Dean, and Sam moves to obey without even thinking about it. The book’s newer than Dad’s, sure, but it’s still thick, stuffed with pages, and when Sam opens it, the first page is covered with a list of names. Martha Nguyen, Mikko Laitinen, Giulia Pelizzari – people he doesn’t know, names he can’t even categorise, for the most part.
Sam looks back at Dean. “What is this?” he says.
“Read some more,” says Dean, and Sam’s eyes are drawn back to the book. He turns to the next page: more names. And more. The whole book is filled with them, front to back, and only the last two pages are still empty.
“Who are they?” Sam asks, even though he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to know.
“They’re the people who’ve died because of you, Sam,” says Dean. “Because of what you did.”
The Hope Only of Empty Men
tarod5, and I'll be your Supernatural driver this month. While I'm here, I hope to point out some fics that you might not have seen, but that are definitely worth your time. In terms of pairings, you'll be seeing a fairly even mix of Wincest, het, and gen. Now, let's get this show on the road, yes?Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: gen
Length: 4609 words
Author on LJ:
kroki_refurWhy this must be read: So,
kroki_refur is known in fandom for her angst, and let met tell you straight off that in that regard, this fic does not disappoint. This is the story of one way in which Sam might have said yes. There are a number of excellent "Sam says yes" fics out there, but for my money, this is the best. The writing is sad and strained, and just a bit desperate, with a pitch-perfect Lucifer playing on Sam's guilt. But the best thing, I think, is the way Sam's perceptions start to shift, until his dreams are more real than reality.“Look on the table,” says Dean, and Sam glances over, looks back at Dean as quickly as he can. There’s a journal on the table, leather-bound, like Dad’s but newer.
“Leave me alone,” Sam says, and Dean sighs.
“I can’t do that,” he says. “You’re mine, Sam. You’re a part of me. I can no more leave you than you could leave your heart.”
“I’m not--” says Sam, but the words choke in his throat, the thought that he could be worse than part-demon, worse than the guy who started the end of the world, that he could be nothing more than a heart beating for Lucifer--
“Look in the journal,” says Dean, and Sam moves to obey without even thinking about it. The book’s newer than Dad’s, sure, but it’s still thick, stuffed with pages, and when Sam opens it, the first page is covered with a list of names. Martha Nguyen, Mikko Laitinen, Giulia Pelizzari – people he doesn’t know, names he can’t even categorise, for the most part.
Sam looks back at Dean. “What is this?” he says.
“Read some more,” says Dean, and Sam’s eyes are drawn back to the book. He turns to the next page: more names. And more. The whole book is filled with them, front to back, and only the last two pages are still empty.
“Who are they?” Sam asks, even though he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to know.
“They’re the people who’ve died because of you, Sam,” says Dean. “Because of what you did.”
The Hope Only of Empty Men