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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; failure to comply; 2/2
He finally says it, and he's burning up, feeling it in his broken, messy skin. "God, please, Dean. Please, kill me."
"I know it hurts," and Dean's already pressing the call button, muttering under his breath. "It'll be alright."
"No no no. Kill me," and he can't see Dean, eyes blurred by tears, stinging and salty, burning as they hit his skin. He can hear the door to his room fly open, and he says, "do over."
He's surrounded by half-hidden faces, then, surgeons masks and caps, his brother probably pushed into the fringes. They talk over his head, voices loud and fast, and Sam thinks, reset reset reset.
**
He screams it, later, after the doctor peers at him, expressionless and meaningless, says, "infection," and Sam's busy thinking of Dean, about tomato rice soup and old stories.
He hears a hose, showers of water like in the produce aisle. He sees a nurse, bent by his head, hears her murmured apology, hears her, "we have to clean the burns, it's the only way."
He screams it, kill me kill me kill me, voice a mix of blood and phlegm, when the first spray hits his skin.
**
He doesn't see Dean for a while, after, when he can remember enough to care. He's in a room, empty, clean, immaculate. A series of blue-swathed nurses and doctors come in and out, dry whoosh of sliding doors opening and closing, over and over.
He doesn't know how long he's there before someone comes in, and even high on pain and morphine he can tell that bow-legged walk. He wants to apologize, even though he doesn't know why, but the feeling's strong, the words lodged right at the back of his throat. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"We can't," is the first thing Dean says, face covered up by the masks Sam's getting used to seeing. There's a series of hisses, dry pumps of clean air through a series of hoses, before Dean continues. "We can't. Maybe this way Lucifer will leave you alone, if."
Sam sobs, neck arching with the shock of pain spiralling through. Too damaged, not even a devil would want him. Useless as a vessel as long as he's like this. "Dean," and he's begging, fighting tears. No, no no.
"I know, Sammy, I know. This sucks, okay? But give it time, we'll just."
He straightens, shifts, and Sam panics. "Don't go." If he could reach out, get a hold of his brother, he would. "Don't leave me."
Dean shrinks inward at that, and Sam wants to scream. Dean can't leave him, not now. "Sam, I gotta. I gotta go, okay? They only give me, like, five minutes in here. When you're stronger I can stay. But I'll be right outside, swear to God, okay? Just be one step outside."
**
It's quiet in his room; dark, too, except for one recessed bulb on the dim setting, high above his head.
He breathes with the mechanical tick tick and warble of machines. He can just see the top of Dean's head resting against the glass outside his room. It's tipped, enough that Sam can tell his brother's sleeping.
He breathes, and then there's a drop in room pressure, something that sucks the air out of his lungs, makes them ache and burn, hint of fire and chemicals in the pain that slices through him.
"Well, hello there, Sam."
He closes his eyes.
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Thanks for the lovely f/b!
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you're welcome and thanks for the f/b!
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\o/
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