A/N: Something I whipped up for SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2018
Characters: Sam Winchester in theory, and Reader
Genre: Soulmate AU pulled from the prompt, “an AU where you can taste whatever your soulmate tastes”.
Triggers/Warnings: blood, death of character, typical cannon shiz. Season 13 spoilers.
Every morning started the same way for you as you woke from a heavy night of slumber.
The foreign taste of stale beer lingered on your tongue until the effervescence of spearmint would replace it. The saltiness of sweat that would appear despite not exerting energy at all would be quickly gurgled away by the taste of hard water, cheap motel soap, and what you’ve eventually discerned as kale, kiwi, and wheatgrass.
Every morning was exactly the same. Beer, toothpaste, salty sweat, tepid water and cheap motel soap.
Sleep, wake, repeat.
Every morning was the same.
Until it wasn’t.
You woke with the familiar taste of rancid beer, but this time, instead of the pleasant tingling cleanliness of freshly brushed teeth, the strong, burning, taste of whiskey… no, bourbon, the cheap stuff, coated your tastebuds. For almost twenty four straight hours, your tongue was coated in alcohol, and you knew, your soulmate, wherever he was, who ever he was, was slipping down a path of self destruction.
It took a turn for the worse when the regurgitated taste of an empty stomach full to the brim of alcohol, made its way up your throat, simultaneously making you gag on nothing, but the rancid taste of your soulmate’s vomit.
You hoped to break through to him, by brushing your tongue with your toothbrush, the peppermint paste, scrubbing at your tastebuds, scrubbing your tongue raw.
You spat into the sink, took three deep breaths, savoring your cleansed palette, before it was tarnished again.
Only this time, you tasted the earth, the tanginess of copper, until all you could taste was loose change and death.
Somewhere, your soulmate had reached his end, and as you wept in the mirror, trying not to bite the awful taste from your tongue, you knew, you’d never meet the beer drinking, exercising, health smoothie junkie.
Falling to a heap on the cool tile of your bathroom you passed out from the mere exhaustion.
Until you gasped at the new taste in your mouth.
Hope mixed with guilt.
You had never tasted emotions before.
You almost missed the taste of wheatgrass, almost.
I really love this idea but now I’m never gonna be able to read a fic where Sam and the reader are kissing and he tastes like toothpaste/gum/whiskey/etc because I’m gonna think of this fic and how it broke my heart and how I’m very happily unhappy right now.
How DARE you break my heart like this? How DARE you write this so beautifully that it’ll stick with me for who knows how long?
(In other news, this was beautifully written and the whole way you formatted it and described things was amazing, and it all came together to make an incredible fic!)
I read this twice, because I thought you said you’d never read sam from me again and nearly had heart palpitations!
however, this will remain with you in the long run?
your summarization made me giggle! thank you for amazing feedback!
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