in college, sam gets a terrible sinus infection. his strange and difficult family history has left him with a general mistrust of doctors – along with so many other uncomfortable little quirks – but the blue-eyed pagan boy in the next dorm room over keeps bringing over a variety of hot teas, herb sachets, and essential oils, which are… well, weirdly effective, actually. “i’m cas,” the boy says, matter-of-fact. “when you’re done being sick, we should cleanse the shit out of this room.”

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– sam hasn’t tried his hand at witchcraft in a really long time, but when the strawberry moon rolls around, he takes the opportunity to do a very small ritual for healing and peace. when the ritual is finished, he sits outside for a long time, eyes closed, faced turned upward towards the moon

– cas finds him this way, but he doesn’t want to interrupt, so he goes back inside to wait

– when sam comes inside at last – long after midnight – cas is waiting with a hot cup of green tea

– sam takes the tea back to his room and sets it on his bedside table. cas tucks him in and says a gentle goodnight

– “do you think the moon actually cares?” asks sam as he begins to drop off, eyelids drifting closed

– “i don’t know,” says cas, looking at sam’s soft face. he tells himself that he could be kinder. he will be kinder.

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