A/N: The last chapter in the arc! Yea!
A/N: Idk when I'll post next. My anniversary is next week and real life comes first.
Sam hates knife work. The blood, the screams, the skritching sound of blade on bone, is all exciting when Dean does it but it seems tedious to Sam. He can't mess this up though. It's a gift and has to be perfect.
She wakes up tied to a stake about two feet off the ground.
"You know what they used to do to witches?"
The question comes from her left and she searches the darkness for the speaker.
"It seems appropriate. After all we both know how much Sammy loves fire."
Laughter He didn't expect that. Of all the reactions Sam could have had upon seeing his still smoldering gift, laughter was the most confusing. Dean's puzzlement turns to amusement and understanding when he sees the skull gleaming wetly on his bed. Cas's perfect untouched blue eyes staring blankly up at him from the ruined face.
