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THE RULES
→ 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.
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→ 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!
THE MASTER LIST
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tahirire wrote The boys are in a better place emotionally. Dean thinks past his hurt at what he saw in Sam's heaven, and gets Sam a golden retriever puppy for his birthday.dime_for_12 wrote 5x03 AU. Sam already said yes. He just doesn't know or remember it. Vessel!Sam, Possessed!Sam, Eeery!Lucifer. Please include lots of Dean.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.
ratherastory wrote Sam discovers an intricate symbol that will allow him to wrench back control from Lucifer. Now he just needs someone to carve it into his back.maskedfangirl wrote Happy Birthday, Sammy! Pity that it's alternate universe 5x04 and that you're having your birthday trapped inside of your own skin while the Devil ruins the world. Still, it was nice of the guy to sing to you on your birthday and he even got you a gift - he let you wander around in your body for an entire night out in the bleak remains of civilization. Of couse, everyone thinks you're the Devil and you're reviled and feared wherever you go. Worse, you're probably pretty far gone to find yourself weeping at the sound of birds on the wind or the scent of burning tires because it's just been so damned LONG since you've felt anything at all. Hey, I wonder what your chances are of getting Dean on the short wave are?tifaching wrote The book that changed Sam's life. NOT The Catcher in the Rye or The Outsiders, please.authoressnebula wrote I kind of have a thing for tired!Sam. And we know from 5x19 he's not been getting a lot of sleep. So, something where Sam is fighting to stay awake, maybe researching or in the car, and Dean's trying to get him to go to sleep?mute90 wrote Angel/AU Spn crossover in which lawyer!Sam works at Wolfram and Hart. Sam's not evil. Just morally ambiguous in a goofy, adorable way. And now Angel has taken over Wolfram and Hart, and Lorne has instituted staff birthday parties, and it's Sam's birthday. All his work friends are there, and his non-work friends and family are invited, and it's a catastrophe. Dean is trying cheesy pickup lines on Illyria, and Bobby is making awkward smalltalk with Spike, and Castiel and Wesley are having, like, brooding, stubbly, eyesex in the corner, and Sam's pretty sure that still!alive!Jess is developing a crush on his darkly handsome, undead boss. It's the worst birthday ever, and there's something supernaturally not right about the cake...authoressnebula wrote AU version of 5x10 Abandon All Hope: Sam is the one attacked by a hellhound, not Jo.dime_for_12 wrote Sam's crazy plan works. He says yes to Lucifer to trap him, and manages to get him into the cage. Somehow, then or later, he is rescued, but he is physically and emotionally messed up from being possessed and locked up with Lucifer. Dean is there for him.dime_for_12 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.sistabro wrote Set in or after Sam Interrupted. Sam and Dean didn't get away and the doctor fills out his threat of sending Sam to a facility that deals with violent patients. Lucifer starts visiting Sam in his dreams.kalliel wrote The book that changed Sam's life. NOT The Catcher in the Rye or The Outsiders, please. [Part 2] [Part 3]klutzy_girl 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.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.
lassiterfics wrote Sam starts smoking at Stanford, a slow but inexorable climb towards addiction. He tries halfheartedly to hide it from Dean after Jess dies, but Dean finds out pretty quickly and is shocked and appalled.caerial wrote 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?m14mouse wrote A Supernatural/Buffy crossover. Stanford-era Sam and recently-chipped Spike save the world. The problem is Sam has no one to tell and Spike has no one who will believe him. So, Spike comes back to Stanford a year later with a whole bunch of bear to celebrate the day they saved the world. Sam loves the company.27_jaredjensen wrote Sam, Dean - season five after "The End". Sam is taking the Impala out to get food when he wrecks the car. He thinks this will be just one more thing that Dean will be mad at him about. Then he realizes he's hurt and ends up in the hospital. Dean takes care of him.27_jaredjensen wrote Stanford era--Sam is sick during his birthday (could be the first one at Stanford or not) but a birthday present arrives that cheers him up.roque_clasique wrote Stanford era--When Dean goes to check on Sam, he's shocked to be pointed in the direction of a busy club. Turns out Sam's the lead singer of a super-emo rock band (and, yes, he IS wearing eyes liner. AND leather pants). Sam is mortified to see Dean looking like that (he finds being bombarded by female groupies while he croons melodramatically embarrassing and only joined the band to get some cash for school).greeneyes_fan wrote Gen. Like we all know, Sam gets his arms sliced up pretty bad by the ghouls in 4.19. BUT for some reason, the stitches Dean put in keep dissolving and the boys don't know why. Dean is afraid that Sam is pulling the stitches out himself and Sam won't contradict him because he thinks that maybe the demon blood running through him is eating the stitches away. Either way, Sam's not healing, just getting worst. All ends shmoopily after h/c hi-jinks ensue.phx69 wrote Ever since his rape on his birthday, he hasn't celebrated. Sam finally gives into Dean's questioning in why.dime_for_12 wrote Sam suffers an injury that won't be fatal but that will be intensely painful for some time and/or take a long time to heal enough to get back in the hunt if it'll heal at all. Frustration, h/c, and finally he gives up and asks Dean to kill him, because he knows perfectly well he'll bounce back from that much faster.sistabro wrote Sam, Chuck, booze, and useless college degrees.
Re: Filled: Radio Silence part 2 (PG-13, Sam, Lucifer, Dean)
Sam pulls himself to his feet, the gravel making divots in his palms, and climbs into the cab of the yellow truck. He’s terrified for a second because he can’t remember which pedal is which, but the moment he turns the key in the ignition, his right foot eases down against the far right pedal and the truck starts forward. His body knows this, even if he doesn’t remember. His body has taken six-hour shifts at the wheel, drumming fingers against the wheel to drown out the rhythm of AC/DC. His body is far more attuned to being inside a car than it is to being possessed by Lucifer, and it was made for Lucifer.
He races down the backroads of wherever-the-hell, the truck kicking up dust and gravel in its wake and wind whipping his hair into his face. The CB radio on the dashboard is picking up static, and the farther he gets from the burned forest, the more other noises come in aside from that white noise. Birds. A distant siren. Some lucky kid in one of these fields yelling happily, like she doesn’t know the world’s ended. More birds.
Birds. Sam knows he doesn’t like them much, and he has a vague recollection of what bird shit can do to a fresh paint job, but hearing their calls on the wind makes him tear up. They’re free. He’s free. By the time he finds the interstate, his cheeks are streaked wet and he’s rediscovered sobbing, too.
Sam thinks: About now he’d be calling me a girl and asking if I needed him to pick up some Midol at the store.
But he’s not sure who the “he” is who’s attached to that thought, so he lets it go. The interstate stretches out in both directions in front of him, and something in him says to go north, so he does.
*
1pm.
The smooth grumble of the truck’s engine makes him cry, too. He cranks it up to 90mph to make the chassis shake so he won’t have to hear the engine.
*
2:15pm.
A passing truck hails him and he has to think for a moment before he answers the CB. When he introduces himself by his real name, the other end of the line goes silent for a few seconds, and then what comes across is just swearing and threats. The name Dean is thrown into that mess, and it tugs at something in Sam’s chest.
Dean. Sam and Dean Winchester. Where’s he heard that before?
*
3:30pm.
Crying at random shit is exhausting - and worse, dehydrating. Sam pulls into the lot of a small gas station off the interstate. The windows are blown out and two cars are sitting abandoned in the lot. He wanders inside and grabs a Gatorade from the warm refrigerator compartment at the back of the store. Even though it’s been expired for three months, it tastes fine. He grabs two more bottles, some vacuum-sealed snack cakes, and a flannel shirt. In the middle of the store, he strips off the blazer and button-down dress shirt Lucifer had dressed him in and pulls on the black and blue plaid.
On the way out of the gas station, he slaps his credit card down on the check-out counter and feels like he’s paying homage to something. Probably a movie. Zombies? A zombie movie, yeah. Something Dean liked.
Who the hell is Dean?
*
4pm.
Sam tries the snack cakes.
*
4:23pm.
Sam pulls over to the shoulder and his stomach lets the snack cakes go on the pavement. Gross.
*
5:15pm.
For about five minutes, Sam thinks he should go get himself laid, since it is his birthday and all and he’s only got a brief window of time in control of his own body. He thinks about blondes vs. brunettes and takes serious consideration of what kind of bar he’d have to go to in order to find a girl who’d agree to sleep with him without being a total skank. He wonders if maybe he should aim for a skank - the dirtiest he can find - so he can pass something nasty on to Lucifer. If the devil’s gonna give him a consolation prize this crappy, he may as well give back in kind.
Sam’s trying to remember all the symptoms of syphilis when it occurs to him that there are no bar skanks in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
*
Re: Filled: Radio Silence part 3 (PG-13, Sam, Lucifer, Dean)
He’s beginning to think this is his worst birthday ever, except he’s got a nagging feeling that it isn’t. He starts passing small cites, and with them, more vehicles. So he picks up the CB and tries again, asking the one question he can’t seem to shake.
“You know where Dean Winchester is?”
The first guy only laughs. Sam doesn’t know why it’s funny, but he feigns understanding because the guy’s in a huge Mack truck with a trailer on the back that looks like it could whack a little yellow truck off the road.
The second guy growls back, “Why d’you wanna know?”
And before Sam can think about it, he answers, “He’s m’brother.”
The second guy doesn’t answer after that. Sam’s kind of glad, because he’s doing that crying thing again, and he’s not sure he could talk through the knot in his throat.
The third guy he asks is in a tank-like thing coming the opposite direction, and he’s only too happy to answer.
“Yeah, Camp Chitaqua, about ninety miles north on the edge of the lake. Fucker stole the meds I was trying to sell him. Don’t do business up there.”
“I won’t,” Sam says.
*
7:35pm.
The sign at the camp’s entrance is half covered in leaves, but Sam can read it just fine. He parks and pulls out the CB mic.
“Camp Chitaqua, do you read me?”
Silence.
“Anybody there?” He pauses a moment, then adds, “I’m looking for Dean Winchester. Please. It’s urgent.”
“What do you want with Dean?” a woman’s voice replies.
“I need to see him.”
“Good luck. No way we’re gonna let a stranger in the gates - you could be infected.”
“I’m not a stranger,” Sam says, his voice going a little indignant. “I’m his brother.”
“Fuck you,” says the voice on the other end, and the line goes back to static.
*
8:05pm.
He’s been trying for half an hour, first politely, then pleading, and finally he starts to sing. He’s on the third verse of “Wanted Dead or Alive” when his finger slips off the button and he hears a gruff voice on the other end saying, “Stop it! For Christ’s sake, just stop it, will you?”
Sam’s throat constricts. He presses the button. “Dean?” It feels like he’s said that name a hundred times in that same startled tone.
“Yeah, you bastard, I’m here,” growls the reply. “What do you want this time? You wanna kill me? Go ahead - you gotta find me first, and I haven’t broken a rib since Cas marked me.”
“Kill you?” Sam frowns. “Dean, it’s me. Lucifer let me have control for the night.”
“Bullshit,” says Dean.
Back to static.
*
9pm.
“Say you were Sam,” the CB crackles. “Tell me something only Sam would know.”
Sam opens his mouth and has no idea what to say. “I…look, Dean, I don’t know. I don’t remember. I feel like my brain’s been shoved through a blender.”
“Well, that’s believable,” Dean snarks. “Come on in, Sammy! I’ll lay out a place at the table for you. You want chicken or fish?”
“Very funny.”
“Yeah, I crack me up. I’m gonna kill you, y’know that, you sorry son of a bitch? I may not be the goddamn Michaelsword, but I’ll find a way to tear you apart.”
Something clatters, and Sam is pretty sure his brother just threw something across the room. He sighs, settling into the radio silence.
*
9:45pm.
“I hope you do. Kill me, I mean. Kill Lucifer. I’m sorry, Dean. I don’t know what I was thinking. I wish I did. I wish I could explain it to you. Now, I just know it didn’t work. And I’m sorry. If I could go back…fuck, Dean, I’d do it in a heartbeat. But I can’t, so I need you to be serious about this. Find a way to kill me. I’ll forgive you for it - hell, I’d congratulate you if I could. Please. Just figure it out and do it. I’m counting on you.”
Dean stopped responding a while ago.
*
Re: Filled: Radio Silence part 4 (PG-13, Sam, Lucifer, Dean)
“Are you seeing these stars, man? I don’t think I’ve ever seen stars this damn bright before. Seriously, take a look out the window.” Sam stretches himself out across the hood of the truck, the CB mic’s cord pulled taut from the window. The metal is still hot from a day in the sun, but the air outside the camp has chilled enough that the heat is welcome against his back. The flannel he grabbed from the gas station insulates it, making his whole back relax. Sam would feel peaceful if it weren’t for the damn CB and what he knows is on the other end.
Or what he suspects, anyway. He might be talking to an empty room. But if he’s been telling an empty room about his ride up here and the way he felt about snack cakes, at least it’s been one of the more pleasant conversations he’s had since he was given the reigns.
“That’s Ursa Major,” he says into the mic, pointing upward. “I think I studied the stars in…fifth grade? Sounds about right. I liked the bear constellations. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.”
“Yeah,” says a smallish voice on the other end of the radio. “I could never see the goddamn bears in those stars myself.”
That’s the last thing he gets from Dean over the radio.
*
11:20pm.
“Dean, please,” he tries again. “Please. It’s me. It’s Sam. I know I can’t prove it, but please.”
He lets the button go. Static.
“Dean,” he says into the mic. “It’s not there. All the things I knew - all the things I’m supposed to know— Goddammit, that’s why I need to see you. I’ve only got forty fucking minutes left, and then I’m gone again.”
He lets the button go. Static. It has to be the hundredth time he’s done this, and the thought drags a growl of frustration out of his throat. He pounds his fists on the hood of the truck and bites back tears.
“Dean…I’ve spent this whole day feeling empty. Feeling wrong, like something took a mellon baller to everything that used to be me. Everything’s jumbled and hollow, except you. Just saying your name, it’s like I’ve got someplace to go. I don’t have the details, but I know you. You’re home.”
He lets the button go and presses his palms hard against his eyes. Nothing but static.
*
11:42pm.
The gate creaks. Sam sits up.
Dean stands ten feet in front of him, a rifle choked up in one hand like some kind of weird security blanket and his eyes wide. “Sammy?” he says.
“Dean,” Sam says, pushing himself cautiously off the hood. “You’re—”
“Here, I know. Dumb shit move. But I thought…” Dean swallows hard enough that Sam can see his throat bob in the dark. He knows that throat. He knows that deeply fucking disapproving look. He knows the line of that collar and the slope of those shoulders. Dean shakes his head, and his voice gets small and sarcastic at the same time. “Dude, even Lucifer couldn’t sound that much like a girl.”
Sam’s shoulders slump, and he steps forward. Dean’s rifle thuds to the dirt, and his brother’s arms wrap around him. Dean hugs desperately, like he knows they’ve only got eighteen minutes and he’s trying to make a lifetime of it. His fingers dig into Sam’s shoulders so hard that Sam can feel the bruises forming already.
Sam takes in the smells of leather and machine oil and sweat and the solid feeling of Dean holding him up. He breathes it all in, smiles against the collar of his brother’s jacket, and remembers.
THE END!
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Seriously, this is amazing. I couldn't begin to think about this prompt, because I am a wuss, but you somehow make it bearable. Bearable and realistic and IC.
AND SO FREAKING SAD.
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