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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!
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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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The Winchesters spend a lot of time in Humboldt Park (a predominantly Puerto Rican neighborhood in Illinois) tracking down old contacts. John leaves Sam and Dean in the care of a friend and Sam, precocious child that he is, starts learning to speak around then. But Dean doesn't talk anymore, and John's never around, so Sam's first acquired language actually ends up being Spanish.
John's beginning to realize it wasn't just his and Mary's life went up in flames. So what now?
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Something is wrong. (Dean says nothing, but John is sure he doesn't much like that amused look on his boy's face.)
"¿Sammy, quién es?" John twists his head around and down to see a little girl, not older than Dean, perched on a pink and white bicycle (with the white wicker basket, the pink streamers, and everything) next to Sam.
Sam, beaming proudly. Sam, waddling forward two steps to cling onto John's leg. Sam, saying, "Mi papá.
"Papá, papá. Ella es mi amiga. Maria." Sam sticks to his smile and waits patiently for some reaction from John that isn't a blank, vaguely shocked, stare. John looks to Dean for some hint as to what the hell (Dean looks away) before tentatively offering the young girl a small cursory smile.
"Hola, señor." Maria climbs off of her bike to curtsey cutely, her tiny hands pulling the edges of her yellow sundress outwards.
John is spared the need to respond when Sam suddenly announces, "Papá, ¡mire!" Sam releases one hand, keeps the other clutched tightly in the fabric of John's pants, to point to various points on his own face in turn. "Mi nariz. Mi ojos. Mi boca."
"Mi hermano," Sam finishes, trotting over to stand close to Dean.
John flinches, shudders, reacts as soon as Sam detaches himself and it's a bad reaction to a bad realization.
He missed Sam's first word, more than a year ago now. He told himself it wasn't a bid deal, that he'd be around for all the other words after that. He would be there for the first time Sam says dad, sir, for the first time Sam says Impala.
Except, it is a big deal because that's Spanish that Sammy's speaking; and doesn't that just ruin every-fucking-thing.
It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal, not a big deal, not, not, not—
Except, it is a big deal because Mary wouldn't have missed Sam's first word. Mary would have taught Sam to call her mommy, call him daddy, not—
"Papá," Sam whines.
John realizes his weak smile had dropped into a frown, then deepened into a scowl. Dean had gone as far as to loop an arm protectively around Sam, as if their father was a threat.
Their father, who had been mostly absent. Their father, who had been absent so long that his youngest took up a foreign language as his first.
Their father, John, who had been a shitty father.
"Boys." John tells himself his voice didn't crack across that word. "Been taking care of each other?"
Dean nods curtly, just once. Sam doesn't respond because—for fuck's sake, Christ—Sam doesn't understand the question.
John squares his shoulders, pushes every thought of everything's wrong back and down and away, and makes a decision. "Get your stuff; we're hitting the road."
He leaves the and we're not coming back unspoken, even though Dean wouldn't care and Sam wouldn't understand, and turns to crack open the trunk of the Impala as soon as Dean starts, pulling Sam with him, back towards the house.
"Te vas con Sammy?" It's the sound of heartbreak, more than the words he only just barely understands, that stops him.
John opens his mouth, feeling it'd only be right to at least answer, but the sí, the yes, gets caught in his throat. He nods, can only nod.
Maria turns and runs before she starts to cry, but John knows what she's hiding behind her tiny fists and—and can't he do anything right.
Dean comes back, a cardboard box almost as large as his entire torso obscuring him from view until John moves to take it from him. Sam follows with a ragged pale green blanket bundled in his arms, proffering it to John once he's gotten the box settled into the trunk.
John slams the trunk shut, then reaches past the blanket and the arms and picks Sam up. Sets him down on the top of the trunk.
"Happy birthday," John says, and prays. Prays that there's enough warmth in his voice (he can do at least this right, damn it), prays that Sam will understand.
Sam doesn't, for a moment. Then Sam smiles and parrots, "Birthday."
John smiles right back; he hasn't lost everything.
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Really well done, and I will be reccing this. :)
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Lol, I totally understand. This is how my entire last semester of college has gone.
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