E/O Challenge Word: charm

Words: 100

Disclaimer: Not mine. Title from Trespassers William.

Spoilers: 7.23 – Survival of the Fittest

It's raining, and his brother is dead. Post-7.23.


When the days are cold and the cards all fold and the saints we see are all made of gold. – Imagine Dragons


Alone Doesn't Feel So Cold

The days are slow; unforgiving and agonizingly empty, because he's tried everything.

He's prayed to heaven and raised from hell. He's performed charms, consorted with witches, conjured genies and faeries alike. At his lowest he called upon Death, who did little more than throw idioms at him.

Let sleeping dogs lie, Sam. What's gone should stay gone. And while Death never actually said it outright, Sam wonders if he wasn't being played all along.

He sighs, glancing outside. How fitting, this absence of sun.

It's raining, and he's getting used to being alone.

It's raining, and his brother is dead.