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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.
→ Contact one of the mods if you have a question.
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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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FILLED - 2/3
Later, when they're watching the monster's body burn, Dean says, "You're getting slow in your old age, Sammy," and Sam thinks Dad would probably be disappointed. Dad was always disappointed. What did I tell you about cigarettes, Sam, he might say, but hey who's to say this is from cigarettes anyway? Sam got his life turned upside down. He was on the verge of getting everything, but now he has nothing, nothing but monsters and his brother and a father gone AWOL, so he's a little stressed right now, thanks. There's lots of things these days that leave him feeling breathless and unfit, and the smoking is the least of his problems.
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Once, when it was Sam's turn to buy dinner, he thinks about smoking a cigarette in the Impala, which he would never do because he valued his life. Still, Sam studies this alternate universe in his mind, this situation where the smoke sticks to the upholstery, and Dean pitches a fit over the corruption of his two favorite things. How much more callous would Sam have to be to actually follow through?
Outside the Chinese food place, Sam leans against the trunk of the Impala and smokes one, doing French inhales just because he can. He tried to teach Brady how to do French inhales that time in sophomore year when Brady came back from Thanksgiving break all fucked up. That was half an hour of their lives lost to the determination to succeed, because it was the first thing that Brady showed interest in that wasn't his own downward spiral.
"Fuck it, I'm just gonna smoke it the regular way," Bradley finally said, and it was the first time Sam heard him really laugh in weeks. He smiled at Sam then, brilliant and warm, and said, "Fuck, man."
"What?"
"Just..." Brady shook his head. "You're like... I don't know. Thanks, you know? For putting up with my shit."
"I've put up with a lot worse," Sam shrugged.
"You're like the brother I never had," said Brady, and Sam didn't know what to do with that, so he just smiled sheepishly and looked down at his shoes.
He puts out his cigarette under his boot and goes inside the restaurant, wondering wontons or dumplings, hoping Brady is okay, wherever he is.
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FILLED - 3/3
"Fuck you," Sam replies automatically, but Dean's probably right and Sam is in no mood. The last mart only had Camel 100s, but between that and Parliaments, Sam'll take the 100s, the lesser of two evils. Doesn't make them any less gross. At least they aren't Marb Lights, and at the very fucking least they aren't Marb Reds.
They're on their way to a witch in Ypsilanti, and Sam is wondering to himself, "Does Dean know?" Christ, "does Dean know", like Sam's a teenager again keeping shit from Dad all over again. Maybe Sam should buy stronger cologne. Maybe Sam should smoke less. Maybe Dean should shut the fuck up.
"I'm gonna have to wash your mouth out with soap, language like that," Dean says. "You have a goddamn dirty mouth."
Dealing with the witch is a straightforward affair, nothing surprising about it, except for the end, of course, which Sam should have figured. Endings never go well for him.
Sam douses the body in lighter fluid, Dean has his zippo out, and Sam's already wondering whether they should get Chinese or McDonald's later, when Dean reaches over and slips his hand into the inside pocket of Sam's jacket. He pulls out the cigarettes.
"Dean--" Sam says, when he breaks through his cloud of bewilderment.
"What, Sam," Dean says, and Sam watches in horror as Dean takes out a cigarette, puts it between his lips and lights up.
"Dean, what the fuck are you--"
"What the fuck are you doing?" Dean snaps, turning to face him and the smoke streams from his mouth, blue in the nighttime shadows. He shakes the Camel 100s in Sam's face. "What the fuck are these?"
"Hey, look," Sam says, and Dean takes his lit cigarette and throws it on the corpse. It lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree, fire in Dean's eyes, fire sketching in the shadows of his clenched jaw as he stares at the conflagration, and not at all at Sam.
"Dean," Sam tries again, and Dean throws the pack of cigarettes in the fire too.
"You're a fucking idiot," Dean announces.
Sam throws his hands up in concession, and neither of them say anything again until they get back in the car.
"You gotta stop," Dean says, turning on the engine. "It's a waste of money, and we're not made of fucking money here, buddy. It's hell on your stamina, and it's just one more thing people can remember about you--" and Dean goes on and on, and isn't this just fucking typical.
Sam prepares his rebuttal, trying to decide just how angry he wants to make Dean.
"You're like a child," Dean spits out.
Really fucking angry, Sam decides, and opens his mouth to reply.
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"Don't be an idiot, Sammy," Dean sighs when they pull up to the parking lot of their motel. He's using that tone where he acts like this is going to be the last thing he says on the subject. Yeah, Sam knows that tone.
Dean calls dibs on the shower, and Sam gets on his laptop and puts a Friends rerun on TV to ignore. What to kill next? The eternal question. Why does Dean have to be such a goddamn drama queen? The other eternal question. Sam jiggles his knee and tap-tap-taps his fingers on the table as the websites load, and he doesn't remember the connection being this slow this afternoon.
On TV, Joey makes a ludicrous suggestion, and the canned laughter goes wild.
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"Will that be all?" the guy behind the counter asks.
Sam says, "Can I get a pack of Camel Lights?"
"Your total is thirteen seventy-three," says the clerk. "You need matches?"
"Nah," Sam says, and lights one up as soon as he steps outside.
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Yeah, man, this smoking kink, idk. Roque might've awakened a beast in me.
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