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Title: It’s Your Love That Brings Me Home
Author: dragonfly
Category/tags: gen, drama, all the feels, family, h/c, big brother!dean, co-dependent like whoa, so many tears, hurt!Sam, epic bromance, loving mother, concerned Castiel
Spoilers: SEASON 12
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Dean, Mary, Castiel
Warning: None
Summary: This was it; no demons to fight, no apocalypse to stay, but it was the biggest fight of Dean’s life—and his only weapons were his voice and a lifetime of shared memories.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. This is a work of  fiction. No profit is being made off of this work.
A/N: 1.Takes place sometime after 12x03 – so this goes AU after that. 2. Title lyrics from “Brother” by NeedtoBreathe.
Can be found on LJ and DW.

Thank you!
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Title: Away from These Shores (5/?)
Author: ever_dimming
Genre: Gen
Summary: A simple hunt leaves Sam in an altered state no one seems able to explain – at first. Pulling him out of it is not nearly as easy as it should be.
Disclaimer: Supernatural, its characters, plot lines etc. belong to their awesome creators. I am merely suggesting fun new ways in which those beloved characters could suffer and/or be comforted.

Link: AO3

Fic: Void

May. 18th, 2017 12:18 am
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Title: Void
Author: [ profile] lennelle
Summary: For weeks, Sam has been dying and Dean never even noticed.
Word Count: 6753
Genre: Gen
Rating: Teens and up
Author's Note: Set post-'Soul Survivor'. Features some rather yucky things (think along the lines of Alien, but Supernatural-style) so if you're a bit sqeamish, this might not be for you. Based on a prompt of 'Sam wasting away'.

Read on LJ|AO3
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Good For You
author: [ profile] dragonflybeach
word count: 878
rating: PG-13
characters: Sam, Dean, Lady Toni Bevell
warnings: references to offscreen torture and hallucinated non-con, spoilers for season 12 especially episodes s12e02 and s12e21.
summary: When the adrenaline wears off, Sam breaks.

Read on LJ or AO3.
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In which things start to shift a bit. (Warning: violence starting to creep in)

Read on A03
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Title: Morning After

Author: Hobbitlover4eva

Summary: 6 long years hasn't changed Sam. He's still half the man he is when Dean's gone. Still lost. Still dangerous. To everyone, including himself. Tag to 10x01 Black.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, mentions of Dean

Warnings: some vague hurt!Sam and flagrant moral compromise.
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Just a reminder that the fills for the Celebrating Sam meme are now closed. Thanks for participating! We've seen some awesome stuff over the past week. The mods will be working on updating the masterlist, but let us know if you see something missing once we give the word that it has been updated.
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Read on A03

A Supernatural/Stephen King mashup
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Title: Moment of Fun
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Upside Down

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Ending the week with a fun illustration!  :)
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Misery's Child

Supernatural, Stephen King

Prompt: Misery (erm...I doubt this was what the prompter originally had intended. Sorry :P)


Note: this is a WIP currently, but its about 70% written so I should be posting pretty regularly
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Title: Don't Mess With the Unicorn
Character: Sam Winchester
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Unicorn

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Title: Greet The Dawn
Prompt: pomegranate
User: [ profile] wetsammy
Rating, Pairings, Warnings: G, implied past Sam/Jess, none

Summary: Sam gets lost, and heaven and hell try to find him, but Dean is his constant.

Fic on LJ tumblr AO3
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Title: Moment of Bliss
Character: Sam Winchester
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Summer Vacation

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Title: Deflowering
Author: mentholpixie
Rating: M
Characters: Sam, Dean, John
Summary: Being a virgin sucks, and not just because Sam isn't getting any.
Word Count: 3900
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Title: A kind of magic
Author: Backroadsspirit
Prompt word: Unicorn
Rating: gen
Beta: Soncnica

Summary: "And you always told me they don´t exist."

A kind of magic



„Why´d you lie to me?“

Quick turn on his heels, head cocked to the side with a frown, more than a little conflicted between outrageous denial and which time?

“Don´t really understand that question, Sammy.” Guard up, carefully treading this unstable conversational grounds.

“But it´s lit´rally right there. Right behind ya. An´ you always told me they don´ exist.”

Sam´s voice edging towards whiny, Dean´s finger finding the trigger. A slow 360, scanning every inch of their room, hard-learned scrutiny: Hideous pink-striped curtains, an antique dust-covered pot flower kinda looking like it´s patiently awaiting its chance for world domination. But no threat.


Lowering the gun, eyes wandering back towards the 6´4 feet of little brother currently sprawled out on the bed by the window. The corners of his mouth rise. Oh, this is going to be good.

“Told you what doesn´t exist, Sammy?” All wide-eyed innocence, while his hand´s slowly reaching for his phone.

Unlock, voice recorder, start recording.

“Whaddaya think, idiot, the unicorn!”

Sam, completely serious, finger pointing agitatedly at a spot behind Dean´s left ear.

“How come you don´ see it? `S all shiny and sparkling.”

Teeth biting down hard on the inside of his cheek and keep it together now!

Because Sam´s face. Features more familiar than his own, stuck between impatient exasperation at his brother´s incapability and honest distress about him not seeing the sparkling magical creature he´s so fascinated by. And it makes him want to laugh but it made him want to cry, too.

“Don´t you worry your pretty little head, bro, I see something so much better right now.”

Going for teasing and missing by miles, truth slipping out between the syllables and damn it, but he feels that the thirty stitches holding his little brother´s side together right now are making him a little entitled.

“But Dean, you need to see ´t, this might be our only chance!”

Adamant and completely lost to reality, stuck in a world where showing his brother a unicorn is worth popping his stitches for. Luckily for him, Dean is faster. Before Sam can push himself up he´s there, hands placed on his shoulders.

“Hey, hey, relax, man, okay? I´m sure the unicorn´ll still be there tomorrow. You can show me then, alright?”

Eye to eye, green to brown, brother to brother. Tension melts out of tired muscles and Sam sinks back down. Not defeat but unconditional trust.

“Yeah, okay.”

And finally, their last dose of heavy-duty painkillers proving to be worth the money they didn´t pay for them. Breathing evening out, eyes slipping shut, body going limb and it feels like the whole room breathes a universal sigh of relief.

Kid never did know when it´s time to let go. Guess that makes two of us.

“Sleep well, Sammy.”

Heaving a sigh that´s equally relieved and resigned. Stopping the recording. Saving it in the file with little-brother-blackmail-material, even though he already knows he´s never going to use it for that.

Saving it anyway, just because he knows there´ll be times when he´ll want to remember how his brother sounds when he jabbers about unicorns like he doesn´t have a care in the world. Times that might already come tomorrow, when Sam´ll wake up to a stitched wound that would´ve killed him had it been a little further on the right and he´ll have to tell him they were all out of drugs.

And money. And hope.

Tired legs carrying him over to the chair by the door, eyes lingering on his brother´s sleeping form.

Well, maybe not hope.

Mumbling, to himself more than anything else: “Hope you dream of unicorns.”
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Title: Prisoner
Character: Sam Winchester
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Prison

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Title: Peace
Character: Sam Winchester
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Stargazing

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Title: Descend
Character: Sam Winchester
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Falling

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