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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.
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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.
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→ Play nice - no flaming and no character bashing, period. Any comments that break this rule will be deleted without warning.
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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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Filled: Atticus
“They are, Dean! It’s just them and their dad and they live in one place and go to one school and have the same friends all year long. Dad could stay in one place and get a job and we could be normal too.”
“Did their mom burn to death on a ceiling? Is that why they don’t have a mom?”
“Shut up, Dean.”
“Well, is it?”
“It doesn’t say what happened to her. “
“But you’re sure she died in some normal way.”
“Everyone else I know who doesn’t have a mom had their mom die in some normal way.”
“Yeah, so they say,” Dean muttered darkly. “Look, Sam, would you really want this Atticus guy for a dad?”
“I pretty much want anyone but our dad as a dad, but yeah. If I could pick a dad, I’d pick him.”
Dean’s expression went from mad to hurt, but all he said was, “Why?”
“Because he’s smart.”
“Dad’s smart”
“Because he can shoot.”
Dean just cocked an eyebrow at that one.
“And he helps people, Dean. People in trouble. People who can’t help themselves.”
“What exactly do you think Dad does, Sam? Doesn’t he help people in trouble who can’t help themselves? He does, Sam. You know he does!”
“You know what the difference is, Dean? Atticus manages to help people in trouble and be there for his kids at the same time. Our dad’s never here for us. Never.”
“He let his kids get attacked by some whack- job hillbilly with a knife! That was being there for them?”
“When his kids came home hurt he was there. He made sure a doctor came to take care of them and he stayed with them until he knew they were all right.”
“So?”
“So what happened last month when that angry spirit practically ripped your lungs out?”
“Sam.”
“What happened, Dean?”
“I was fine.”
“You weren’t fine, you were bleeding all over the place and Dad left you here to stitch yourself up while he went to salt and burn the bones.”
Dean just shook his head. “He had to do that, Sam.”
“He didn’t have to do it right that second. He could have stayed and taken care of you. Atticus would never have left Jem or Scout after they got hurt.”
“Atticus isn’t real, Sam! Their nice, normal life isn’t real! You want that though? You really want that? Okay, Sam. You can be the normal kid who almost gets stabbed to death while dressed as a ham, though. ‘Cause what’s more normal than that? I’ll be the normal kid who heroically tries to save his younger sister-that’s definitely you, Sammy. Yeah, I’m starting to see this. I won’t get my arm broken, though. No hick with a knife is going to take me out. No weirdo from down the block is going to save you either. You don’t need anybody looking out for you but me and Dad. Oh, sorry, I mean me and Atticus.”
Dean slammed out the door, shaking his head and Sam just watched him go. He picked up his battered copy of To Kill A Mockingbird from the couch where Dean had tossed it. The book had been assigned reading two schools ago, but Sam had stuffed it into his duffle and made sure he had taken it along when they moved. The story of the country lawyer who worked hard helping people, but was still always there for his children had just resonated with Sam and he had given the book to Dean to read too. Dean couldn’t see it though. See that there were other ways to help people, other ways to live. Sam knew he was smart, knew he had a chance to get out if he played his cards right. And now he knew what he wanted to do after he made his escape. He wanted to help people, have a normal life, and be there for his family. He wanted to be Atticus Finch.
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We just re-watched To Kill a Mockingbird just the other day. I love that story so much! I can completely see this happening. You did a wonderful job, as always, with the prompt. :)
Thank you!
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It was never really clear to me why in canon Sam aspired to be a lawyer - but if he thinks of Atticus Finch when he thinks of lawyers, that makes perfect sense!
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filled: the runaway bunny 1/2
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For you are my little bunny.
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1986.
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"I am running away," Sam announces. Words go out of his mouth and fingers go in. He sucks on one hand and twirls soft wisps of his hair (not the back, which is tangled and carseat-matted) with the other.
Dean is unimpressed. "You hafta say the first part. He said to his father. Say it."
"But I saying it to you," says Sam.
"Pretend you're not. If it's on the page, you hafta say it. That's what reading is. You can't skip any of the words, or they notice. Now say it."
"He said to his father, 'I am running away.'"
"Good. Okay, say this one now. 'If you run away,' said his father 'I will run after you. For you are my little bunny.'"
"If you..." Sam stops. That was a long one. He chews his fingers instead.
Dean whips the book against the ground with a snap, and Sam jumps. Teeth rake against the wrinkled skin of his knuckles, which hurts. He'd say as much, because Sam is three, and has discovered that he likes talking quite a bit, but Dean still has him on speed, if not quantity. "Cripes, Sammy. Why are you so bad at reading?"
"If I get to see the book, I--"
"You don't know the alphabet, anyway. Whaddayou need the book for?"
"Reading is looking at books" says Sam, very seriously.
"Nah," says Dean. "That's what you have me for. You're gonna learn how to read this book, and you can skip the alphabet completely. It's faster that way. Look, I'll go slow this time. 'If you run away,' said his father. 'I will run after you.'"
Sam takes his fingers out of his mouth and takes a deep breath.
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Sam has the whole thing read. He can read the book and he doesn't even need it in his hands. Which is a good thing, because according to Dean the school library stole it back, so they don't have that book anymore.
"What book?" asks Dad.
"The Runaway Bunny, by Margaret Wise Brown." Dean seems awful pleased with himself, even though he's not the one who's going to read it now.
"What's it about?"
Sam freezes. He's not sure.
Dean saves him. "Rabbits."
Sam doesn't remember any rabbits; just bunnies.
Dad shakes his head. He is too tired for this. He is too busy. "'S about family. Not rabbits." He goes back to his own book, flipping the pages. But he's not saying anything, so he's not really reading. "You gotta look at what's really there, Dean."
Dean looks stung, cheeks flushed, and Sam's afraid he's not gonna get to read, 'cause Dean didn't know what the book was really about, so Sam just starts in.
He said to his father, "I am running away."
"If you run away," said his father, "I will run after you. For you are my little bunny."
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Dad says he's done good. Then he tells Sam not to forget about the bathroom, and points him out towards the toilet. That's the end of it, at least for Sam.
To Dean, Dad says, "There's no bunny and his father, in that book." As he slinks down the hallway, Sam chafes, because that means his brother is a liar.
"Yeah, well now there is," says Dean, defiant. Then he adds, "Sir."
Margaret Wise Brown, Dad says. You know what 'wise' is? And Dean does not. "Means you're smart. You know how to fix things."
Dean beams. Sam doesn't really understand, but he doesn't have time to think about ti, because he really does need the bathroom after all. Dad knows what he's talking about.
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2001.
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Sam Winchester is wise beyond his years.
All of his teachers agree. Have been agreeing, since he was pre-K. So it's a little funny Sam gets it written into his college letters of recommendation.
"Might as well applied when you were four, if that's the case." The words have a venomous bite to them. Dean's not buying into Sam's latest project. He's got one of Sam's notebooks, and he runs his fingers through it like he's trying to inflict violence on the ratty thing.
He's being an ass, as usual. Sam resists the urge to punch him out, because Dean's angry enough he might actually play to win, and Sam's too reticent to match him, because he just doesn't fucking care at this point.
He lets Dean read aloud. Nasally, in some prissy tone Sam imagines must be Dean's idea of a Sam Imitation. "I've toured the Deep South and the northmost reaches of New England, but California--Sam, this is shit."
"I'd like to see you do better."
"No, seriously. This is shit. Why are you--what'd you think you're even going to--"
"Dean, this track we're on? With Dad? I know where it's headed. Nowhere, same as always."
"Oh, and where's yours headed?" Dean folds his arms. It's a challenge, and one Dean doesn't think he can lose--he's got family, and blood, and banshee in Missouri. Pack up; you can take your AP test there, instead on his side, which he clearly believes is an infallible trilogy.
Sam holds his arms out wide. Shrugs, with an exaggerated roll of his shoulders. "California, apparently."
And Sam walks out.
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They're out on the turnoff, right before the highway. Sam's a little turned around, confused; otherwise, he'd have been long gone. Sound of the door slamming shut behind him rings in his head.
"You're just gonna run away. End it like that." Dean's tone is accusatory, but void of the malignant fury that had propelled it earlier. Now it's just low and hurt, keening.
Sam feels a little guilty, he really does, but he's been hearing the same thing out of Dean's mouth since January, when he mailed his application, and it's old. "Yeah, I'm running away. This you coming after me, or Dad?"
"This is me about to kick your ass to California, you don't come--"
"So where is he, then? You heard him. Well, I walked out that door, so guess what I'm not ever going to do," Sam snaps, lilts the words the same way Dad had.
He can see the pain catch in Dean's throat. Sounds like, "Sammy."
Sam turns and starts walking, the mist roiling around his sneakers, ghostly in the lamplight. His socks are wet already.
"Sammy. Look, c'mon--Dad didn't mean it like that."
"Seriously dude, what planet have you been on? Of course he did. When doesn't he?"
Dean gives him that. Pause. Puff of breath, in the early morning chill. "Just angry, is all."
And Sam is just going to college. It's not like he's going off to join a demon commune or anything. "Right, Dean. Just angry. Kind of like every day, ever, because when hasn't he been angry at me?" He can sense the petulance creeping in at the tips of his words, syllables slick with eighteen-and-angry.
"He's not angry at you." Dean stands perfectly still. He is twenty-two years of hard lines and tight-lipped anxieties. Old enough to have been there, done that and why didn't you?
"He did send you out here," Sam accuses. "What, he gonna be mad at you, too, if you don't haul me back?" Which is going to far, Sam knows he's going to far, but it's one of those nights and he just doesn't care.
"No."
"Well, there's only the two options, Dean."
And Dean stays quiet, like he's saying, no, that ain't quite right. "Sammy," he says, finally.
Sam starts running. Wet flap of his sneakers against asphalt. I am running away.
Dean doesn't follow.
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But he will. There's no way they're actually going to let him go. Not them. Because the fact that they're still driving around in the same damn car across the same damn country is testament enough--they don't give up. Not on anything or anybody. It'll be like Flagstaff, probably; two weeks of paradise, living out of his shoes. Sam's sitting at the transit center, thinking about the dozens of centers between him and Palo Alto.
If you run away, said his father, I will run after you.
They'll probably tag him somewhere in Colorado and Utah, before the gas stats getting too expensive for Sam to be worth the trip. A few days, then. Maybe they can work something out.
On the other hand, Sam really wants his seat in POLI 134. He's pretty sure Dad wants to keep his pride just a bad. So maybe they won't.
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They don't.
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2004.
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Sam is asked to say grace at Jessica's parent's. Latin always precipitates strange things, so Sam's left with one option.
"He said to his father, 'I am running away.'
"'If you run away,' said his father. 'I will run after you. For you are my little bunny.'"
Jess's little cousin laughs because he called them bunnies. Her parents smile lightly. Her brother asks if two mice had also fallen into a bucket of cream, churned it into butter.
Sam says, Not quite.
Later, Jess apologizes, because she knows he's not Catholic, and he shouldn't have had to do that--and they've been dating a grand total of three months, so she apologizes for a lot of things she doesn't need to. Then she says, "I liked the bunnies, though." She says it was sweet.
To be perfectly honest, Sam says, he believes in God a lot more than he does those rabbits.
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The book was original and poignant and ending is so good and so, so sad, and the way you used the text within the fic was MASTERFUL. I really hope you post this to your journal proper, because this is a fic I'd like to see laid-out all nice-like and memeable.
Thank you so much for answering my prompt! Deep love from me to you.
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