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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.
→ 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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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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(Anonymous) 2010-05-03 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Filled: Radio Silence part 4 (PG-13, Sam, Lucifer, Dean)
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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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