Genre/Pairing: Sam, Dean, gen, OFC
Wordcount: cca. 4.000
Summary: A witch, a Sam, a poison and a cure. Dean sure has his hands full.
Warnings: Season 3, hurt!Sam, H/C, witches&poisons&potions, blood&gore, old fashioned hurt/comfort story
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION.
A/N: I received an incredible present for my birthday this year. My wonderful friend Mystic25 made me a book - she took this story, made art for it, binded it all and send it to me. When I opened the package, I was just blown away. Just incredible. So I asked her if she was okay with me posting the story with the art she made and she said she's cool with it. YAAAAY :) So all the art in this story was made by Mystic25, and I love it, because apart from being black&white it has this grotesque feel to it that I just adore.
The title comes from a Panic At The Disco song called ''Northern Downpour''. The story was first written in 2009 & posted on fanfiction.net. It was written for a prompt: ''pour something into Sam''. Heh. There's a remix of the story, written by Mad Server over HERE!
( Like Moths Upon Old Scarves )