a long hard day, a long hard night
Happy to kick off the SPN Eldritch Bang with my collaboration with the wonderful @armellin! Huge thanks to my good buddy @thebratfarrar and my hetero lifemate the School for their help as betas, and thanks also to my ladies in the group for letting me fret and huff about this thing. This is also my last fic for the @spnkinkbingo, filling the ‘Cannibalism’ square. This is also, I am happy to say, the 100th fic I’ve written for the SPN fandom. I’m pretty proud of it, in the end, so I hope you all enjoy.
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Warnings: Violence, Gore, Cannibalism
Summary: When Dean’s body disappears from his bedroom after Metatron kills him, Sam nearly goes crazy looking for him–torturing demons, ruining relationships with other hunters, trying anything at all that will help. Digging through the Men of Letters archives, he finally finds a ritual that might bring Dean back. The cost isn’t something he worries about; when it comes to Dean, no cost is too high.
That night, Sam drank most of a bottle of very bad scotch all by himself, sitting the dark, and then he walked unsteady down to the archives and tried to summon Crowley, and he’d done that ritual so many times that he knew the ingredients and the sigils and the words off like he knew his own name, only—only Crowley didn’t come. He tried again, and again, and Crowley didn’t come. He knelt there dizzy with his hand pouring blood and it just—didn’t make sense. When he finally staggered to his feet he held his hand cupped in front of him but he kept bleeding, the wet dripping down to the concrete floor while he made his woozy way down the halls to Dean’s room, and it hurt in some soul-shuddering way to push open that door knowing what was behind it, only—only Dean was—Dean’s bed was—
