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→ Leave a comment here with your prompt. Because it's Sam's birthday, I'm going to say that any Sam-centric prompts are okay, even if there's not much hurt/comfort in them.
→ In your prompt, please state your desired characters or pairings. All genres/pairings welcome, but no real-person prompts.
→ Prompts can be as short or detailed as you like. Remember though - more detail means less wriggle room for the writer, which might lower the chances of someone picking up your prompt.
→ Go through the prompts! If you find one you like, write a fic for it. There's no limit to how many users can reply to a prompt, or how many prompts someone can write for.
→ When replying to a prompt with your comment-fic, put ‘filled’ in your subject line and then anything else you want, like a title if you have one/part numbers. It’s not a big deal if you forget this step, but it will make it easier for people to find your fic.
→ Anon posting enabled.
→ NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES.
→ Play nice - no flaming and no character bashing, period. Any comments that break this rule will be deleted without warning.
→ Feedback is catnip for writers. Leave some author-love!
→ No spam comments.
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→ In your prompt, please state your desired characters or pairings. All genres/pairings welcome, but no real-person prompts.
Example A: “Sam, Dean, gen, set in season 2. Sam has a vision and passes out. Cue caring!Dean and limp!Sam.”→ Post as many prompts as you like - but one prompt per comment. If you've got a couple, comment with each separately.
Example B: “Sam/Dean, trauma. Sam is injured on a hunt, Dean freaks out when he thinks Sam might be dead.”
→ Prompts can be as short or detailed as you like. Remember though - more detail means less wriggle room for the writer, which might lower the chances of someone picking up your prompt.
→ Go through the prompts! If you find one you like, write a fic for it. There's no limit to how many users can reply to a prompt, or how many prompts someone can write for.
→ When replying to a prompt with your comment-fic, put ‘filled’ in your subject line and then anything else you want, like a title if you have one/part numbers. It’s not a big deal if you forget this step, but it will make it easier for people to find your fic.
→ Anon posting enabled.
→ NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES.
→ Play nice - no flaming and no character bashing, period. Any comments that break this rule will be deleted without warning.
→ Feedback is catnip for writers. Leave some author-love!
→ No spam comments.
→ Contact one of the mods if you have a question.
→ Spread the Sam love - pimp this meme! Just copy and paste the code below:
→ Have fun!
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anonymous wrote After a Narrowly-Averted-Apocalypse, an old friend from Stanford runs into Sam Winchester at a gas station. He's surprised/disturbed by what he sees.
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anonymous wrote A witch the boys meet on a case decides to cast a spell on Sam as a gift for his birthday (she notices the guys have some communication hang ups)--he will not be able to inhibit what he says for a full day. Basically everything he thinks and feels comes spewing out of his mouth without his control. Including many thoughts of self-loathing and doubting Dean could ever love him the same after all that's happened, any other things you want, etc. Sam is mortified and feels exposed and stupid.
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no subject
Dean takes care of him.
FILLED: Wrecked
***
“Where are you going?” It comes out a little harsher than Dean intends, and Sam’s shoulders tense as he fingers the doorknob, keys in hand.
“I’m going out to get food,” Sam replies shortly. Without waiting for Dean to respond, he leaves. Dean cringes as the door slams.
Sam walks briskly out to the Impala, his breath visible in the cool evening air. The windshield in the Impala is frosted over, and he has to wait a few minutes for the defroster to kick in before he can pull out of the parking lot.
There aren’t many cars on the road, and Sam picks up the speed a little, dark shadows of trees flying past outside. Slowly, his right foot presses down, and he gains speed. He peers ahead, seeing the headlights of an oncoming car in the distance, and lets up a little. As the other car approaches, Sam has an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. Before he has time to dwell on it, headlights are swerving, tires squealing, and he’s jolted against the steering wheel as the Impala spins out of control.
***
It’s funny how they say that before you die your life flashes before your eyes. Because Sam feels like he’s dying-and he knows the feeling-but all he sees is a blur of light and mostly dark, and all he can think is, Shit, Dean is gonna be pissed, as the Impala collides with a tree.
***
Sam awakens, feels something cold on his harm, and tries to jerk away, but something’s restricting him. In fact, something is restraining his whole body, and he can’t move a single muscle. He tries to open his eyes, but his eyelids won’t cooperate.
“Sam?” The voice is distant, familiar. “Sam?”
“De…where...can’t move…”
“It’s okay Sam, you’re alright. Oh, thank god you’re awake.” The cold object moves up and down his arm, and once again Sam tries to pull away.
“Dean?” it sounds like Dean, and if anyone can tell him why he can’t move, it would be Dean.
“Sam, yeah, it’s me. You’re alright, just lie there. You’re okay.” Sam finally manages to get his eyes open. He takes in the leather jacket, the green eyes, confirms that it’s Dean.
“Where?”
“You’re in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?” And suddenly Sam does.
“I’m so sorry, Dean. Sorry. Sorry…sorry…”
“Hey, hey, Sam! Why are you sorry? It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault. The other driver-”
“I didn’t mean to, Dean. I’m sorry.”
“What are you talking about, Sam?”
“The Impala…” Dean makes an exasperated noise, clutches with his cold hand at Sam’s arm again.
“The car? You think I’m mad about the car? Sam, I’m just glad you’re alive. For a second, I thought…” There’s a long silence.
“I’m sorry, Dean.”
“Yeah, I know. But it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you.”
Sam closes his eyes and rests.
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