Category: Sam & Dean (Genfic, drabble)
Author’s Notes: Written for the supernatural100 “Candy” challenge. A twisty take on that theme.
After the messiest of jobs, the air itself has flavor.
Blood, fire, gunpowder, and acid—they reek and climb and cling inside the soul.
Years ago, Sam turned to peppermints to cover up the memories. He keeps them in the car, always ready on the return.
The taste that makes things better is the taste that makes him sick, if it’s casual or isolated from its purpose. It brings horror and destruction, and the taint of darker knowledge.
Every Christmas, Sam forgets this when the Candy Canes appear... but one bite does him in.
He should have chosen cinnamon instead.