Hi! So sorry this is late. I didn't have any time to work on it this weekend and I wanted to do a good job. This one was a definite challenge, but fun too!
Oh, and 100 on the nose! *dances* FINALLY!
Silver Lining
Sam felt like crying, but a relapse wasn't exactly spilled milk. Dean leered at Sam like he was a thing to be speared to a grave.
Sam's head ached. His nose and hand were bleeding. But Famine was dead. The cloud's silver lining.
Demon-blood was an elixir from hell that smudged lines between goodness and wickedness. He'd forgotten that.
A second detox would kill him, drag him down to hell in a spiral of pain and madness.
Dean appeared by his side. Terror replaced with duty. "Let's get you clean, Sammy."
Sam nodded, hoping the second time was the charm.