Long Black Cloud Coming Down
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: General Relationship: Sam & Dean Wordcount: 3,541 Tags: pre-series; hurt/comfort; sickfic; illness; fever; nightmares; psychic sam winchester; Dean pov;
Summary:
“C’mon, princess!” Dean stopped under a streetlamp. “You want a royal invitation?” His ears were stinging. The cold gripped him, making his head ache. The halo of light made the sideways flakes whipping around him glow gold. Sam didn’t respond. He kept shuffling forward. Head bowed, hands crammed into his jean jacket. He was too quiet. “Sammy?” He finally made it into the glow of the streetlight. Still no answer. The light flickered above them. Sam looked up. There were marbles where his eyes should be. Glassy, unfocused. They almost looked—Dean’s breath hitched. Yellow. The lamp died. Sam swayed.
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