Title: The Voice
Word count: 3148
Genre: Angst, Apocolpytic.
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Annie (but angsty and folorn het, lovely for slashers too! *G*)
Rating: Green(ish) Cortina.
Warnings: Ambiguities, het (well, it needs a warning for some people...), descriptions of injury,
Spoilers: Nothing specific, ecxept for,
just maybe, 2x08 .
Summary: It opened out into a cavernous room, the vaulted ceiling disappearing into yet more shadow as it swept upwards. Pews still flowered in long lines across the church’s paved floor, though some were missing and others cracked and broken. Sam is in a post-apocolyptic world, looking for answers.
Written for
petametermaid , who wanted apocolypse!fic, childhood memories, character and romantic bonding. This is what my twisted mind took that to mean.
Disclaimer: Alas, they're not mine (or I would be much richer). This is, though. Keep those paws away.
Notes: Beta'd by the absolutely wonderful
tatlovestea , who was patient and insightful and told me to stop being silly :D And thanks also to
zadcat who, had life not conspired against us, would also have provided me with deeply insightful help, I'm sure :)