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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.
→ Spread the Sam love - pimp this meme! Just copy and paste the code below:
→ Have fun!
→ 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; the blank remains of disposable men; 2/2
Which, for all their eye candy appeal, isn't something Sara would associate with the two guys stuck at station 1. And apparently that motion's not directed at both of them. Just the big guy. Hippie sidles over to him like Big Guy's the safer bet, and he's absolutely tiny next to all that overwhelming height. Sara wonders how well Hippie knows this guy, for him to feel safe in front of him.
They talk, Big Guy and Hippie. The pretty one just glares into the middle distance, arms folded. He ain't so good lookin when he's flat out pissed off and jealous, and that surprises Sara, because if anything she'd've thought he'd look dark and dangerous and so hot she could die. But he's just fuckin scary as all get out. Big Guy seems to get it, and so does Hippie, for all the lines of him are tensing, and he's rubbing at his neck all it's on fire.
Hippie doesn't give up, from what Sara can see - and she's starin hard, no shame about it. He's lookin up at Big Guy, and Big Guy's staring down at him like he's trying to figure something out, something that's maybe uncomfortable or half-forgotten. Anyway, somethin about Big Guy's expression almost makes Sara want to cry, which she fights, but she can't quite escape the sudden stinging in her eyes.
"Stanford," she hears, and it's Big Guy's voice, somethin that matches him, deep and caring and knowing. The pretty one just nods, and Big Guy's face shuts down a bit more, somethin that even Hippie picks up on, and she's guessing by the way he steps back over the concrete divider, closer to his car. Pobably feelin a bit safer, too, Sara thinks.
"We gotta go, Sam," the pretty one says, and his voice is hoarse, a growl, and nothin at all of what Sara'd expect. Big Guy nods, waves half-heartedly in Hippie's direction and climbs into the passenger side, while the pretty one slips behind the wheel.
When they zip around to her window, it's Big Guy - Sam, and for some reason Sara likes knowing his name - who hands her the money for the gas. It's more than what her computer is registering but when she makes to get change, he murmurs, "keep it," and his smile is wide, beautiful, heartbreakingly sincere. She nods and waves after them when the pretty one squeals tires speeding off for the highway.
It's only when they're completely gone that she looks over at Hippie. He's still staring, face turned more toward her than before. And she can see the confusion, the hint of distaste, in the lines between his eyes and in the downturn of his mouth.
Life's funny that way, she thinks, and slides her window shut quietly. One smile, strained or easy, sometimes just ain't enough.
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Thank you for writing this!
Re: FILLED; the blank remains of disposable men; 2/2
I was a bit nervous about the outsider-squared angle, but apparently it worked here, and avoided confusion, which I was worried about.
Thanks for the lovely f/b - I'm seriously, just like :DDDDDD