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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 10:14 pm (UTC)Most days he can shrug off the shadows, toss the rod another time and leave it all behind while the river - just made of water, blood is a thing of the past - laps gently at the dock.
Most days, but not today.
Today is the one day a year when Sam goes quiet. He hides behind a book or the wheel of his second-hand pansy-ass hybrid car, and Dean can see the memories in his eyes.
Sam never celebrates, but that's not so new. Sam's birthday has always been on the Winchester calendar of Days That Suck. Hell, Dean thinks,they could celebrate both of their births and deaths today if they really wanted to.
As if the both of them sharing a death date isn't enough bad memories to last any one person a lifetime, Sam had to go and make it worse. Dean remembers trying to talk him out of it, telling him to wait just one more hour - it seems stupid now but at the time it felt important, even if Dean couldn't say why - but Sam wouldn't listen.
Five years since his brother let the Devil in, and the whole world has already forgotten about it, or explained it away. But not Dean.
The small blond mass of fur in Dean's lap wriggles impatiently, and when Dean picks her up to eye level, she responds to his silent query with a bored yawn.
"I know, and I'm sorry, I am. But you can't go out there. I want you to look clean when Sam gets here, you got that?" Dean wrinkles his nose at the large brown eyes, gazing at him inscrutably. "What?"
She whines a little, blowing a puff of puppy breath right into Dean's face. He's about to tell her that puppy breath isn't all that it's cracked up to be when he hears the whine of the hybrid in the driveway.
"Showtime," He tells her, ruffling her fur. He sets her down strategically in the hall. Sam will have to pass her to make his customary don't-talk-to-me dash up the stairs. Dean's betting he won't get too far. Not this year. "Look cute," he adds, "'cause you ain't sleepin' in my room."
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Date: 2010-05-02 10:15 pm (UTC)Dean checks on Sam's present. She's sitting stock-still, staring up - and up - at Sam with her head tilted to one side like he's the hugest thing she's ever seen. She looks at Dean, and he gives her a nod. She's all of four pounds and probably has fluff where her brain hasn't grown in yet, but she seems to get it anyway.
Sam is just finishing with the lock, paper between his teeth and coffee in the crook of his arm, when she makes her move.
Her needle sharp puppy teeth sink straight into Sam's ankle, and Dean catches the coffee just in time. Sam lets out a startled yelp and spins, and the puppy goes tumbling off into the living room.
"What the -" Sam starts, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Dean sets down the coffee and puts out a hand, the don't-kill-me strongly implied. "It's - uh. Happy birthday?"
Sam turns to see a tiny face peeking out from behind the faded wallpaper. He blinks. So does the puppy.
"You ... you got me a retriever puppy?" Sam whispers.
Dean feels like he's on ice he's hearing those cracking noises, but Sam is crouching down so that's probably a good sign. "It's about time, right? I mean, we've been here for a while, and -"
Sam extends his arm to her, moving slow, like he's worried she'll be afraid of him. "Girl or boy?"
Dean takes a breath. "Girl. I know your last one was a boy, but -"
She chooses that moment to move, and she skips Sam's outstretched hand completely, aiming a well-placed jump-and-lick straight at his face instead. "Woah, hey!" Sam scoops her up into his hands, and she's so little she almost disappears. Sam grins. He can't take his eyes off of her.
Awesome.
"What's her name?" Sam asks, chuckling as she tries to climb into his jacket pocket.
There is some fancy name on her papers, but Dean never was much for those. Dean listens to his brother laugh on his birthday and picks a new one.
"Hope."
"Hope," Sam repeats. She sneezes in his face.
And it's perfect.
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Date: 2010-05-02 10:38 pm (UTC):) So adorable.
Hope... that reminds me of an adorable puppy someone showed me pictures of! :P
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Date: 2010-05-03 12:30 am (UTC)I LOVE PUPPY SNEEZES. AND YOU.
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Date: 2010-05-04 08:34 am (UTC)Thank you so much for this. Both boys need a puppy; all body wiggles full of joy and puppy breath and kisses and unconditional love. I'm so glad you given them Hope. :)
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Date: 2011-03-15 01:06 am (UTC)So fucking adorable. /dead
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