The following is an exceprt from a flashback that will appear in my superwholock fic Reichenbach Falls (this weekend). It recounts ‘Two Minutes to Midnight’ from superntaural, Sam POV. It is s5 canon-divergent from that point on. It doesn’t betray any spoiler from the fic, it simply retells some of the events before the full canon divergence kicks off.
There’s more under the cut, the tone of this specific chapter is supposed to be more canon-specific to SPN, to kind of complement the Sherlock flashback, and the general tone of the fic til now. just keep that in mind
The next time Sam’s consciousness returned was minutes later, but the pain and illness showed no signs of leaving his body. He coughed, blood painting a splotch on the floor below him like an abstract painting. A sting in his fingers betrayed that he cut himself on the damn hunting knife.
A shadow passed by him, the nurse joining Pestilence in front of them. Dean struggled to regain sense of his body, withering on the ground in agony. Shudders shook them both, the never-ceasing motion sickness crushing and twisting them violently even on the ground. Even looking up at the Horseman induced a migraine so strong Sam thought the nurse dropped a vase on top of his head and broke it into thousands of pieces.
“Hmm. You Winchester boys don’t look swell,” Pestilence cooed. Sam coughed up more blood, the inside of his mouth tasting of copper. “Have you got a fever? Perhaps meningitis too, or pneumonia. What do you think, nurse?”
Sam blinked through the hair that fell over his eyes, chin dragging across the floor and smearing the red pool gathered under him into a thin line.
“Could be syphilis too,” she said sweetly, nudging Dean with his foot.
“Or herpes,” Pestilence added, walking up to them, clicking his tongue. “Such manwhores. It’s no fun at this stage of the sickness, is it?”
Pestilence bent over to crouch at their level. His long fingers combed through Sam’s hair, gripping to turn him around to face him. Sam blinked up at the man’s grinning expression, bones jittering just from that look alone. His insides entwined painfully, his stomach knotting into ropes, heart palpitating and pulse quickening.
“However you feel right now,” Pestilence said, “will be ten times worse. Much, much worse. Questions?”
He dropped Sam as fast he grabbed him, his skull hitting the linoleum floor hard.
Pestilence went to pump hand sanitiser in his hands. “Tsk, humans. You give disease a bad rep. People say how disgusting, smelly, filthy and chaotic it is. But in reality it describes them, wouldn’t you say? But the precision and purity of it often gets overlooked. It is very — one-sided. Just like bacteria. They have one purpose, to divide and conquer. We could agree that humans are very similar in nature. Isn’t it what you’ve been doing for centuries, in the end?”
