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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.
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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:
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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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Not Leaving You, 3/4
Bobby's crackled voice had Ellen running for the radio. "Go," Dean said when Jo hesitated. "Whatever Bobby needs, it's gonna require help."
Jo nodded and hurried off. "Go," Sam repeated, panting heavily now. His side was on fire, and his arm was no better. Both weren't in any shape to move.
"No," came Dean's immediate response. "I'll stay here."
"Dean-"
"I'm not leaving you," Dean said harshly, then softened his voice. "No. If they need help badly, I'll help. But I'm not leaving you."
Sam closed his eyes and let Dean pull him against his brother's shoulder. His side hurt even more for a flare of pain, and it was enough to make him shudder.
When he opened his eyes, there were four small buckets in front of him. His legs were now lifted across Dean's lap, and he was being cradled like a child. Breathing felt nearly impossible, and every breath he took felt like it was going to be the last.
His eyes wandered over the buckets, seeing a variation of objects in each one. Salt, little cans of lighter fluid, other flammable materials. Wires were attached to each one, and underneath them all was a pattern spray painted onto the floor. Devil's trap, maybe. He couldn't really see all that well.
His side and arm didn't hurt anymore, though. They were both just numb. Everything felt cold and numb, except for Dean against him, who felt warm.
He was dying.
"Sammy?"
He thought he gave a small noise as a response; he wasn't sure. But either way Dean was shifting until he could see Sam. Dean's face was pale, eyes red-rimmed and full of fear. The last time he'd seen Dean look that way was when he'd let Lucifer out, and the time before that, right when the hounds had grabbed him and dragged him off the table to the floor. Neither were thing he wanted to remember.
"We got a plan?" he whispered. Anything more was taking up too much of his remaining lung's power.
"We think so," Ellen said. Sam managed to tilt his head on Dean's shoulder to where Ellen was. This time, she gratefully crouched next to him. Dean's hand tightened reflexively on Sam's good arm. "Ash taught Jo a thing or two about electronics," Ellen continued. "We've got a banishing spell of sorts, which is more like a mystical bomb than a spell. Lots of salt and the hex bags you boys had on you."
"They're on timers," Jo continued, sitting next to Sam on the floor. She winced when she looked at him, and Sam could only imagine how he looked at the moment. Appearances weren't really an issue at the moment. "We'll have about forty-five, thirty seconds before they blow, depending on how I set it. Can't make it too long, or they'll follow us."
Couldn't make it too short, or no one would get out.
"Should give you guys 'nuff time," Sam whispered. His eyes kept falling, too heavy to stay open. Everything felt like it was slowing down, from his breaths to his heartbeats.
"Don't even start," Dean said, speaking up. "We're gonna get you out of here."
"Dean-"
"We've got a tarp with some of the shelving set up," Ellen said, her voice firm and unrelenting. When she brushed some of the damp hair from his face, though, she was nothing but tender. A mother at her best. "I won't leave you here, Sam. I refuse."
"I won't either," Jo said, just as firm as her mom. "We're gonna get you out."
No need to ask Dean. His hand had to be cramping at how hard he was clutching at Sam, but Dean wasn't letting go. He'd clutched that hard in the convent, too, pulling Sam away from Lucifer's light. He hadn't let go then. He wasn't letting go now.
Sam could try and hold on long enough for him.
Not Leaving You, 4/4
"We're gonna get you out," Dean whispered as they headed for the back door. "I promise. I'm right here, okay? Not going anywhere, you'll be fine." Back to the desperate promises, but Sam clung to them this time, the tossing and turning of the makeshift gurney sending pain throughout his weak body. He wasn't sure he'd survive the trip out.
"Going up to the roof would be the easiest way out," Jo said, kneeling by the buckets. "But there's no way with Sam."
"Then we'll find another way," Dean said before Sam could protest. He wasn't worth screwing with the safe escape route. They should just leave him there, he'd be fine, he could press the button or trigger or whatever while they got away and killed the devil-
Dean was suddenly right there next to him, tears in his eyes again. "I'm not leaving you," he murmured, his voice hot in Sam's ear. "You say it again and I'll owe you a smack down, you hear me? You're worth this. You are always worth this to me."
For some reason only God knew, Dean was completely serious. "Dean," Sam protested, feeling tears of his own.
Dean leaned over him and smiled. "That's final, Sammy," he said. "I'm not losing you. I can't."
"Ready?" Jo called from somewhere else.
Sam felt the gurney shift as Dean took his place. "We're ready," Ellen said.
Then the gurney moved fast, almost too fast, and Sam had to grab hold of the side. The store moved to buildings, a sickening deja vu of before, and then they were out in the alley. Sam could hear the growling of the hounds, and the memory of the teeth and claws left him shuddering helplessly. Everything felt like it was spinning, the growls and the quick pattering of running feet echoing in his ears, Dean's panting breath telling him to hang on, just hang on Sammy-
And then there was heat and a bright light and Sam closed his eyes, the pain too much. Dean's voice was louder now, more desperate, possibly screaming, but Sam couldn't hold on. He could feel his hand slipping from the side of the gurney, and he thought he might be falling off.
And then he didn't feel anything.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in the back of the Impala. "Dean?" he said. The car lurched to a stop just as realized he could breathe. He took in a deep breath to prove it, and the use of both lungs had him sighing in relief.
Doors opened and slammed, opened again, and then Dean was crawling over him, hauling him up and holding on tight. There was no pain this time, nothing but warmth. Sam used both arms to cling back and felt something slide down his skin. When he pulled back to look at his brother Dean didn't even bother trying to wipe his eyes. "Jesus, Sammy," he choked.
"Dean?" Ellen called from somewhere. There were more car doors slamming, and Sam closed his eyes, the sensations too much.
"It's too much for him, Dean. The noise-"
"Tell Ellen and Jo he's okay," Dean managed to get out. Castiel, whom Sam realized had been talking, nodded from his position in the front seat and disappeared. A minute later Ellen and Jo's voices faded away, and Sam leaned into Dean's embrace.
"Dean? What-"
"Lucifer," Dean said tightly. "He found us as we were leaving, as you were..." He swallowed loud in Sam's ear, but the noise wasn't unbearable. "Healed you up, said he still needed you. As soon as he did I put two rounds in him with the Colt."
There was something wrong with Dean's voice, though. There was no sense of victory, and Sam's stomach plummeted. "It didn't work, did it," he asked hoarsely.
Dean was quiet, the answer loud enough on its own. "We'll figure it out," Dean said instead. "You're okay, and that's all that matters. We'll figure it out, Sammy."
It would have to be enough. For now, there weren't hellhounds ripping him apart, and Dean, Ellen, Jo, and Castiel were safe. He could handle that.
He didn't try and move, though. So long as Dean was okay holding him, Sam was okay with being held. They'd move in a minute.
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Even though you made it better, you broke me. "You're worth this. You are always worth this to me." Dean!
I know I still owe you comments on your other comment fic and on Saturday night's fic, but this one was beautiful.
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I love that Dean refused to even consider leaving Sam behind. And so did Ellen and Jo, that made me so happy! Thank you for writing this, sweetie. *snuggles*
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Girl, how the heck do you keep coming up with such wonderful stuff? Awesome.
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*hugs*
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I LOVE everything about it. Well maybe I would have wishes that it would go on and on *looooooool*
Perfect!!
Thank you soooooooooooo much for writing this and sharing with us!!
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i loved this. great job
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