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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!
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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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wee!Sam
Date: 2010-05-02 10:21 pm (UTC)Re: wee!Sam
Date: 2010-05-03 02:33 pm (UTC)Re: wee!Sam
Date: 2010-05-03 04:29 pm (UTC)FILLED: Bordatella Blues (1/5)
Date: 2010-05-07 12:18 am (UTC)-*-
When Sam's nose starts running, John buys a box of Kleenex from the next gas station and tosses it into the backseat of the Impala.
Colds are nothing new to the Winchesters. It's a product of meeting more people in a month than most people run into in a year. Sam knows better than to whine about it. It'll probably be better after a few days and so they brush it off.
A week after they arrive in Nowheresville, Some-Midwestern-State, Sam starts coughing. At first Dean teases him, calls him asthmatic and an old man. They come in short fits, sometimes a few every hour and sometimes none for a long time, but in between them Sam is the healthy, energetic eight-year-old that he always is. Besides, it's hard to work up the energy to worry about a few coughs when Dad is preparing to go up against a Wendigo.
Sometimes, when Sam's coughing spells keep him up at night, Dean can hear their dad tossing and turning on the pull-out couch in the living room, unable to fall asleep. On those nights Dean feeds Sam sips of water and lets Sam cross the invisible dividing line in the bed that he started insisted on when he got “too old for all that”. After the spells tire him out, Sam falls asleep curled up against his side and Dean lets his soft breathes lull him into sleep.
–
“I'm going to head out tomorrow,” John announces one morning over breakfast.
Sam nods, used to the drill. Dean looks at his little brother, legs swinging beneath his chair.
“Dad,” Dean starts. “Sam's still coughing a lot.”
Sam looks over at him and glares. Weaknesses aren't shared in the Winchester family and Sam especially hates when he's singled out. He works hard to try and keep up with Dean.
“He seems fine now,” John says reasonably.
Sam's glare hasn't abated, but Dean just matches his stare. “He's fine now, but he has those fits all the time. I think he should see a doctor.”
Sam huffs in frustration, but that sets off a series of loud, dry coughs. He bends over in his seat, gasping a little for air in between the bouts. John has the same expression on his face right now as when he finally finds a clue that breaks a case wide open, the same astonished gape. As he catches his breath, Sam glares at Dean. Dean smirks back.
-*-
Re: FILLED: Bordatella Blues (2/5)
Date: 2010-05-07 12:19 am (UTC)“Sam Martins?” a nurse calls, and both the boys look over at John, who thanks the receptionist for her time but by the set of his jaw he wasn't finished with his questions. The three of them are herded into a room in the back. Sam's hand finds Dean's as they walk and Dean doesn't make fun of him at all, only squeezes back.
“Can Sammy sit up here?” the young woman asks, gesturing to a large padded table with thin white paper stretched across it. Sam nods and climbs up. She checks his ears and makes him take a few deep breaths and say “ahhh” before she leaves to get the doctor.
They wait for what feels like forever, John's boot tapping impatiently against the wooden floor. Dean pieces through two-year old magazines about houses and families. Sam pouts.
A knock at the door is followed by a harried-looking older man who does the same tests as the nurse. He swabs Sam's throat and puts the swab in a little plastic tube before turning to John. “Well, I'm going to test for strep throat, but it doesn't look likely. I'll give you a prescription for some cough syrup with codeine, but in all likelihood this is just a little cold. Sam will be fine in a couple of days.”
John thanks the man, shakes his hand, and they go to pay their bill with the card that matches their fake last name. They stop at a pharmacy and get the cough syrup, but they aren't even to the car before Dean can tell that their Dad's mind is once again fully on his hunt.
-*-
It's summer, so there's no school to worry about, and Dean and Sam spend their time going slowly stir-crazy. Dean digs out a deck of cards and they play so many games of Go Fish that Dean is ready to set the cards on fire by the time he makes them switch to poker. Sam's only just learning, so it's pretty easy, but he's smart and picks up on it quickly.
It's only the fourth day alone when the last of the Lucky Charms has lead to a spontaneous game of keep away. Dean has just escaped from being cornered in the living room when Sam starts coughing. Dean groans as the game comes to a screeching halt and waits for Sam to stop, but he doesn't. He's gasping in between and his face is turning red and he's not stopping.
Dean drops the box of cereal and gets to Sam's side just as his little brother falls to the ground dizzily. He has an arm around Sam's shoulders but Dean's already given him all the cough syrup he can for the morning and there is nothing else to do. Sam's bent over and there's saliva dripping from his open mouth.
It's another few minutes before the coughing abates, leaving Sam exhausted and gasping.
“Dude, what was that?” Dean asks, angry and frightened. Sam doesn't answer.
-*-
Re: FILLED: Bordatella Blues (3/5)
Date: 2010-05-07 12:20 am (UTC)Dean clings to the simple fact that Sam doesn't appear very ill when he's not coughing. He says that his throat hurts a little, but he is smiling and joking. Dean feeds him chicken and tomato soup with rice like he thinks it'll cure him on feel-good-ness alone. Sam eats it happily, but a good portion of it gets thrown up the next time Sam starts coughing. Dean almost bursts into tears the first time that Sam apologizes for wasting food like that, having obviously caught Dean's stricken expression. Instead he dredges up a smile and asks if Sam wants toast.
At two in the morning on the day that John is due home Dean wakes up to Sam coughing again. He rolls over and Sam grabs his wrist as he gasps. The bedside light is flicked on and it's only Sam's weakening grasp on his wrist that keeps Dean from dialling 9-1-1.
Sam is lying on his side and his eyes are fluttering as he stares at Dean with a completely panicked expression and his lips are turning blue.
“Oh, God, Sam?” Dean chokes, rubbing at his brother's shoulders, his back. “Sammy? C'mon, buddy, breathe.”
Sam shakes his head, I can't, and Dean pulls him up into a sitting position against his chest. Sam's body shakes against him and Dean finds himself rocking back and forth as he hugs his brother to him.
“It'll stop soon,” Dean reassures, trying to quiet the panic he saw in Sam's eyes. “Stay with me, kiddo.”
It does stop, but only after another minute of mind-numbing terror. They stay on the bed, rocking slowly in the sudden silence, for minutes more.
“You okay?” Dean asks, even though he knows that this is far from okay, from normal.
Sam nods against his chest and Dean tightens his hold.
-*-
For once in their life, John is on time. They hear the rumble of the Impala and Dean sits Sam on the couch in the living room, throwing the comforter off the bed over him. His brother looks tiny under the blanket, face pale and thin.
John is only a step in the door, smiling wide with a happiness that he only ever shows after a successful hunt, before Dean is saying, “You need to take Sam to the doctor.”
“I thought we cleared this all up,” John says and he sounds disappointed, like Dean hasn't been taking care of Sam and suddenly Dean is furious.
“He's sick! The cough syrup didn't work and the coughing makes him puke. He can't even breathe!” He's glaring at his dad accusingly, throwing every bit of disappointment back. Taken aback by his son's unusual attitude, John looks past him to Sam. He draws his lips into a thin line and nods.
-*-
Re: FILLED: Bordatella Blues (4/4)
Date: 2010-05-07 12:21 am (UTC)The doctor hums and putters about, but other than the fact that Sam has dropped five pounds, not much is different. “Sometimes these things just take a while to resolve,” he says, amicably but Dean gets the sense that he says this to a lot of overprotective parents. “I'll write a prescription for a different cough syrup...”
“No,” Dean interrupts.
“Dean,” John warns, but his son isn't listening.
“No, you need to see Sam cough.”
“Son,” the man says slowly. “Sam hasn't coughed at all. I know that it seems...”
“No,” Dean repeats. “You need to hear it. You need to see it.”
John tries to reason, but Dean won't be budged, and Sam is as always taking his cues from his big brother. They sit for another five minutes and John has begun apologizing for wasting the doctor's times when Sam begins to cough.
The doctor looks stunned once Sam is done, lips tinged blue and listing on the table, but Dean doesn't have time for him because his little brother looks miserable. Sam's wearing the exact same expression that he does when he's done something wrong and that's just too much for Dean. He gets up and goes over to the exam table and puts an arm around Sam's shoulders.
The doctor is much more serious now, as he asks Sam to lie back. Dean nods his okay and Sam does so. The doctor takes a long, thin swab and places it gently in front of Sam's nostril. Dean lays a comforting hand on Sam's arm and the doctor's hand plunges down quickly, swab disappearing into Sam's nose and coming back out just as fast.
Sam's coughing, but they're small and once Dean convinces himself that it's not another fit he asks, “What was that?”
The doctor puts the swab away. “A nasopharyngeal swab. I'm going to run some tests and get back to you tomorrow, but I'm going to write you a prescription for some erithromycin. It's an antibiotic. I think it'll help.” He scribbles on his pad of paper and gives the sheet to John. “Make sure that Sam takes all of the pills, even if he stops coughing.”
“What do you think it is?” John asks.
“Pertussis,” the doctor replies. “Whooping cough. I won't know until I get the test back, but I want to make sure that we start treating it right away, if I'm right. It's highly contagious.”
“Highly contagious? Will Dean get it? I thought people didn't get that anymore.”
“It's rare, now that there's a vaccine. Were your children vaccinated?”
“Dean was,” John replies confidently. “I think Sam got some shots, but... his mother died when he was six months old and... you know.”
The room is quiet. Dean strokes his hand along Sam's arm. Their dad does the best he can and sometimes things fall by the wayside. Dean understands, he does. But he's looking at Sam sitting hunched in on himself in the tiny exam room and he isn't feeling very forgiving.
-*-
Sam doesn't like being sick, but he sure doesn't seem to mind the perks. John buys them real food, good food, like steak and potatoes and ice cream. It turns out that he could've been home a few days earlier, but even as Sam was coughing and throwing up he was touring the area bars and cheating the locals out of a few hundred dollars. With a new surplus of cash, they live well as Sam finishes up his week of antibiotics.
Two weeks and they leave the town and it gets categorized as yet another thing that Winchesters Don't Talk About, but Dean never forgets the sight of his brother's face turning slowly blue. He loves his dad and even more importantly he understands his dad, but from then on there's only one person he trusts with Sammy's health and safety, and that's himself.
Re: FILLED: Bordatella Blues (4/4)
Date: 2010-05-08 02:23 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED: Bordatella Blues (4/4)
Date: 2010-05-08 03:09 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED: Bordatella Blues (4/4)
Date: 2010-05-11 12:16 am (UTC)Re: FILLED: Bordatella Blues (4/4)
Date: 2010-05-11 03:00 am (UTC)LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-07 05:55 am (UTC)Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-07 03:58 pm (UTC)In fact, I think I love you. ;-) This is exactly what I was looking for! Love that you chose pertussis. Ya know, I just recently got a bunch of immunizations for a trip and found out there's been a quiet pertussis outbreak here in Utah among adults. I sure didn't know we're supposed to re-up our boosters every 10 years. (I'm sure John's safe, though, as tetnus is also in the booster and he's bound to get more'n his fair share of those shots given his job.)
But, I digress. I wanted to say how much I loved that it could be mistaken and dismissed, and that Dean was the only one with Sammy enough to notice and realize that it was something more severe. Loved that he insisted they all stand there and listen to Sam and the last line was great. Very good backstory for Dean's caring for Sammy's health in the future. :-D
Thanks again!
Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-07 07:32 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! :) My microbiology classes often make me want to write h/c fics about all the crazy disease we talk about, but I have a feeling that'd seem... kinda weird. And crazy.
Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-07 10:09 pm (UTC)*yep, I'm the same kinda weird/crazy as you*
Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-07 10:58 pm (UTC)Good to know someone else might be interested in fic about horrible diseases. ;) :)
Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-08 04:15 pm (UTC)Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-08 04:29 pm (UTC)Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-08 04:38 pm (UTC)And being related to burns? As in the fire in the pilot (either one)? Or the fire in 1x21? Or a missing scene fic fire? I'd love to read any of 'em!
Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-08 04:45 pm (UTC)And then this fall I'm screwed, because I'm taking a "Bioterrorism and Emerging Infectious Disease" class and I'm pretty sure that every lecture will seem like a fic prompt.
Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-08 07:06 pm (UTC)Ok, I'll stop, but only 'cause you're working on a big bang.
And hey, don't hold back when you're inspired! I'll devour whatever disease fics you feel like writing. Why no use your powers for good? ;-)
Re: LOL WUT
Date: 2010-05-08 02:20 pm (UTC)