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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.
→ 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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Date: 2010-05-02 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-02 09:14 pm (UTC)FILLED; burn; gen, h/c (lots and lots of hurt)
Date: 2010-05-03 10:15 pm (UTC)Sam's skin is burning. More than sunburn, more than fever, Dean's hands rebounds off shoulder and face, palms feeling like a blister. Even Sam's scalp, what Dean can feel of it through his brother's long, greasy strands of hair, radiates heat.
A flush spreads over Dean's face, too, the threat of sweat high on his forehead, at his hairline.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Sam's voice is hoarse, broken, and Dean knows how it gets like that. Screaming. Begging. Pleading. It had been weeks before Castiel could find a way to get Sam out of the cage. Days to round up the amount of power (which means angels, conning fuckin angels into releasing Lucifer's vessel from the pit of hell. Releasing him and healing him. Letting him live. Dean doesn't want to know how Cas did it. He's just grateful he had done it), then hours and hours of fighting, of holding back the tide of angry demons that tried to escape when they'd entered the pit.
"Dean." His name isn't a word, it's a sob, it's a twist of Sam's shoulders that takes his brother even farther away from him. It's a sound muffled into a pillow, flat and smelling like cheap, generic fabric softener.
"I'm here," Dean says, and wants to brace his hand against broad, tan skin. Wants to, but the sweltering heat hasn't abated, and he can't. Can't lessen it or stand it, so he just lets his breath ghost over his brother, watches muscles tense and shift in response. His brother's large, but when he draws his knees into his chest, covers his head with his arm, he's tiny, a kid, someone that Dean should have been able to protect.
Dean didn't, and now Sam's left begging something or someone no one else can see. Turned inwards, unmarked, unscarred, and screaming. Burning up from the inside out, like maybe he didn't get out of hell, after all.
Sam tells stories, mostly at night, or whenever he fidgets too much, eyes squeezed shut and eyelashes matted with sleep, and Dean finally pulls the black out curtains closed. Makes a night out of day, just to get Sam to stop. He'll whisper things into the air, all the pain and death, every cut and and every torture that he'll dish out, that he'll make someone suffer, just for a respite, a break, for - "Dean, please. Please, let me see Dean."
He can't help it; he curls as close to Sam's back as the inferno will let him, and he asks, "why, Sam? Why would you do that?" And Sam sobs and Sam twists, burying clawed fingers into the bedspread underneath him. Dean doesn't know who Sam thinks is actually with him, but the way he shrinks into himself, helpless and hopeless, well. Dean knows it's no one good. No one kind.
But Sam answers, words forced out of his throat like he has no other choice. Just as ragged and bleeding as every other sound he's made. "Because." And Dean flashes on the stubborn, bratty kid Sam used to be, entitled and loved, and he knows this man is nothing like that kid. His 'because' short and hesitant, not because he's pissed off or arrogant, but because he's scared. Horrified. "They're in hell." Already, Dean finishes the thought. Those souls are in hell already.
It's more thought than Dean had ever given it when he took up Alistair's blades and his chains. It doesn't make it better, though, doesn't make it right or keep Dean's gut from twisting as soon as Sam's quiet again.
There's nothing he can say to change any of it. He knows that, has known it since they'd dragged Sam back. Since he'd been used and broken and riddled through with crazy. Had known since Bobby had been so fuckin angry that if fury could give him back his legs, he'd be fuckin running.
But he tries, anyway. Has to. Puts his hands on his brother, one against Sam's neck, the other wrapped around his shoulder. Grits his teeth against the feeling of his flesh burning at the touch, heat peeling layer after layer of skin, right on down to the bone. He waits through Sam's almost voiceless screams. Waits it out; breathes fast and hard when Sam forgets to. Then, when Sam's close to dead, that's how still he is, Dean murmurs, "it's okay, I've got you, Sammy."
Re: FILLED; burn; gen, h/c (lots and lots of hurt)
Date: 2010-05-04 12:38 am (UTC)Re: FILLED; burn; gen, h/c (lots and lots of hurt)
Date: 2010-05-04 12:46 am (UTC)Re: FILLED; burn; gen, h/c (lots and lots of hurt)
Date: 2010-05-04 01:18 am (UTC)Re: FILLED; burn; gen, h/c (lots and lots of hurt)
Date: 2010-05-04 01:38 am (UTC)Thanks for reading :D
Re: FILLED; burn; gen, h/c (lots and lots of hurt)
Date: 2010-05-04 04:03 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED; burn; gen, h/c (lots and lots of hurt)
Date: 2010-05-04 05:27 pm (UTC)thanks for reading :D
Re: FILLED; burn; gen, h/c (lots and lots of hurt)
Date: 2010-05-04 08:53 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED; burn; gen, h/c (lots and lots of hurt)
Date: 2010-05-04 11:34 pm (UTC)