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[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

It's the week leading up to Sam's birthday, which means *drumroll* pain! Pain and horror and terror and illness - and a wee bit of comfort too!

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THE MASTER LIST
(with shortened prompts - full prompts at link)

Back to Where We Were by authoressnebula
After Sam gets his soul back, Dean's become even more mother hen than usual ... Sam can't understand why Dean's so, well ... brotherly, after their downhill relationship the last couple of years...

Creepy-Ugly by glovered
Sam now has a Thing about cages. A jail cell is a cage.

And In My Soul, An Icy Dread Remains by authoressnebula
Sam gets himself locked in a freezer. The memories of Hell's frozen lake. Lucifer's icy touch, all those fun things, are banging on the wall and Sam? Sam's not coping too well.

Which Way Do I Steer by mercuryblue144
Jess was a vegan and Sam has some trouble readjusting to the hunter diet of Mountain Dew and Burger King.

Fire and Ice by weesta
Sam gets himself locked in a freezer. The memories of Hell's frozen lake. Lucifer's icy touch, all those fun things, are banging on the wall and Sam? Sam's not coping too well.

I'll Be There For You by cherry916
Sam has nightmares. Dean comforts him. Slash or gen.

Untitled by erisinia
Gen. Sam is stranded in the middle of the desert. Heat stroke, dehydration, mirages.

Same Time, Same Place by twoskeletons
Highlight to Reveal Summary - Spoilers for 6.18 [Sam & Castiel... Cas desperately needs to power up a lot and often to fight his war, and the soul of Lucifer's vessel is the most powerful one around. Sam helps him willingly, but it's still extremely unpleasant and draining.]

And Thus Was a Giant Felled by running_hot
Tall guys constantly get roped into changing light bulbs when shorter humans would need to get a ladder -- like the bulbs in the twelve-foot kitchen ceiling at Jess's parents' house. Sam really should have known better than to stand on a swivel chair to do it.

A Sore Topic by phx69
Highlight to Reveal Summary - Spoilers for 6.18. [Sam, who is the very definition of a novice rider, had to ride 20 miles to Colt's and 20 miles back. I would love me some saddle sore, limping Sam.]

Here It Comes, There It Goes Again by lavishsqualor
What with detoxes and resoulings, Sam's memories of the panic room can't be good. So it's unfortunate that they are under some supernatural siege at Bobby's and retreating into the panic room and closing the door is the only way to be safe.

Better On Our Own by si_star_x
Small fracture in a limb--not OBVIOUSLY broken, but hurts like hell, and no, you really can't use the limb. Sam gets it checked, but the first x-ray misses it.

Carried Home by samidha
Highlight - Spoilers for 6.18. [Dean, after hearing how soul juice helps Castiel, gets the bright idea to use his own soul to help Sam with the whole wall thing ... And if that isn't Sam-hurty enough for this comm, make the process of healing Sam's soul involve remembering hell. Bonus points if the fallout from this involves le classic telepathic soul-bond.]

Visible Evidence by authoressnebula
Sam's always spent a lot of time online, researching this and that, even when there's no immediate hunt. Dean doesn't think there's anything significant about it now. Though Sam's getting obsessed. Dean wakes up at three, four in the morning to the glow of the laptop screen and the tap of the keyboard. exhausted!sam

A Certain Beginning by mimblexwimble
AU Pilot. As horrible as the situation is, Dean's still sort of glad to know that 22 years later he can still carry his baby sister out of a burning building, even if she's now a heavily pregnant amazon.

Shot Down in Flames by winchesterhaunt
Highlight to reveal - spoilers for 6.18. [In the final shootout, both guns were fired. Dean's shot found it's mark. The Phoenix's shot went wide...and hit Sam.]

Hell Shall Not Wash Us Away brosedshield
The problem with permanent damage to the soul is that death does nothing to fix it. The wall lasts through Sam's life, and he and Dean are in their shared heaven, but there begin to be cracks and fissures. Sam stumbles from happy memories into memories of hell. And because this part of heaven is actually constructed of memory, this is shaking the fabric of things. Just Dean and Sam's heaven for now, but it's going to spread. Cas has a responsibility to heaven; he's going to have to seal off this part and set it adrift. Dean has the choice to leave if he wants to before that happens, but do we really think he'll take it? Cue Dean and Sam in their own bubble apocalypse, where the islands of sanity are fewer and farther between every day.

Panic by ratherastory
What with detoxes and resoulings, Sam's memories of the panic room can't be good. So it's unfortunate that they are under some supernatural siege at Bobby's and retreating into the panic room and closing the door is the only way to be safe.

Daydreams You Have in Hell by wave_obscura
Sam now has a Thing about cages. A jail cell is a cage.

balance good, everything good by de_nugis
Sam and Dean are sparring and Dean slips/misjudges and cracks one of Sam's ribs. Sam doesn't mention it.

Unravelling by emmram
Highlight to read - spoilers for 6.18 [Castiel has become addicted to the whole soul-touching thing, and Sam's soul? That's something special he can't get enough of. That doesn't make it any more pleasant for Sam.]

Along Every Horizon by twoskeletons
If Dean were to die on Sam now I don’t think Sam would ... fade, get killed by some random monster, not out of any suicidal drive, but just because he was having trouble paying attention to details like food or sleep or ravening creatures with lots of big, nasty teeth.

Kiss it All Better by sakura_no_mi
Sam and Dean are having sex and it goes all wrong. Sam falls off the bed and then manages to slam his head against the head board when he and Dean try again. Dean feels guilty and goes overboard in trying to help him recover.

You Have One Saved Message by killabeez
After Sam gets his phone back, it's time for a new one. The phone company's awesome enough to retrieve his contacts, his address book, his games, his photos, oh, and one voicemail he's had saved for what's now going on almost three years. Dean gets a hold of the new phone with all of this stuff first. Dean hears The Voicemail first. Dean is so not cool with it. Because to keep an email for beyond fourteen days, someone's gotta keep listening to it and making it fresh and resetting the delete date. Which means Sam's still been listening to it.

nothing left to lose by sikeminatural
When Sam is pulled from Hell by some unknown force (up to the author) a year after the showdown, he has his soul and goes to find Dean who is not living with Lisa but alone, and still hunting. Dean takes him in but its easy to see that Dean depsises Sam, he beats him, verbally abuses him, uses his memories of Hell to hurt him and blames Sam for everything that has happened. Sam becomes brainwashed and at first fights back but then starts to accept it. Would love if Cas or Bobby come and save Sam and make Dean see the error of his ways!

Never Buy Yellow Shoes by tversan
Sam buys a pair of cursed shoes that squeeze his precious little feet. He hobbles around, unable to take the wretched things off and they seem to get smaller and smaller the more he tries.

Heart of Stone by mamapranayama
A curse slowly turns Sam into stone. Frist his feet, then his legs - working its way up until he's completely motionless, cold hard rock. Your descision whether or not he's accompanied, whether the curse is broken, or whether he's simply left to turn to stone alone.

Some Guys Have All the Luck by si_star_x
Gen. S1-S3. Sam passes a Kidney Stone... or a series of them (your choice whether there's only one or several of them) -- and possibly has a kidney infection on top of it. Just give me whimper-y, tear-y Sam trying to piss and failing and the little he manages to pass is bloody and feels like shards of burning glass.

Let it Bleed by sakura_no_mi
Sam got into a fight (with a person or a monster), he's roughened up a bit, sore, bruised, scratched and dirty, and he really, really doesn't have any strength left. Dean drags him (carries, really) to a motel room, undresses him, grabs a wet washcloth and starts to clean him up in silence. His touches go from caring to sensuous to heated while all the time being very slow, deliberate and careful. Sam lies there and takes it, mesmerized by his brother's touch, his breath catching and heart beating faster.

To Die For a Memory by authressnebula
Season five. Sam is captured by a Djiin or some similar creature that keeps its prey docile by trapping them in a mental prison. Whatever the brain spits up as a treasured, wonderful memory becomes the gilded prison that keeps you docile and too happy to fight back. Dean saves the day and kills the creature, but Sam won't wake up. Desperate, Dean whips up some dreamroot tea and goes in after him.

Out of the Dark by samidha
Sam accidentally gets trapped in the panic room for reasons up to the author. Dean doesn't find him until Sam's in the midst of a flashback with Accusing!Dean and doesn't recognize real!Dean. Dean has to talk him back to reality.

Fade, Far Away, Dissolve, and Quite Forget by minviendha
Gen or Wincest AU of "The End"- In "The End" when Dean tells Sam that they should stay away from one another, Sam takes it to heart. He cuts off all ties with Bobby and any other mutual acquaintances in order to avoid inadvertently having contact with Dean. Not because he doesn't WANT to see Dean (he does) but he knows that Dean doesn't want to see HIM, and he's pretty sure he's a curse to anyone who cares about him. So it's just better that he disappear.

All is Fine by moviegeek03
Teen!Chesters. Dean's away on a hunt with Caleb and with Dean gone there's no buffer between Sam and John. Sam isn't meaning to be all angsty and rebelling against his Dad but the new school he's in he's having a hard time because he's getting bullied almost constantly and it's hard hiding bruises and cuts from his Dad but he manages somehow. He didn't want to tell Dean because he doesn't want to appear weak in his eyes and he sure as hell doesn't want to tell his Dad because he knows what his Dad will say No son of mine just get's bullied. Cue John not being a total dick but somehow finding out what Sam's been going through and comforts him/takes care of the problem.

He Ain't Heavy by beamin_sunshine
After getting his soul back, or maybe after a couple seizures, Sam wakes up in Dean's bed, which is definitely not where he was when he went to sleep. Sam is embarrassed, even though Dean doesn't really mind all that much. But then it keeps happening, with Sam never remembering getting up. Now Dean's starting to get a little annoyed because, as much as he loves the kid, Sam is not the best person to share a bed with, he moves around and makes noises and clings, so Dean gets him his own hotel room, just so he can get some sleep for once. But even that doesn't keep Sam away. As mangled as his soul is, once the brain is shut down, it's going to go find it's mate. Gen, please.

Big Things, Small Packages by winchesterhaunt
2.06, No Exit. H.H. Holmes doesn't usually take men, but he is getting dangerously close to his lair. Sam's trapped in a space nearly to tight for him to turn his head. His knees ache from being crammed up against the top, his scalp is bleeding, he's pretty sure his wrist is messed up worse, there's a hysterical woman with him for company, and all he can do is wait and hope for Dean and Jo to find him.

Points of Authority by kiscinca
So the boys have just gotten back together after taking a break, and they're already arguing with each other, or really, Dean's arguing with Sam while Sam's attempting to not argue but still getting pissed off at Dean. Then Dean throws down the trump card: that Castiel was the one who saved Dean, not Sam. Sam was obviously too busy screwing Ruby.

Really Bad Day at Black Rock by gwendolynd
Dean has to cut off one of Sam's limbs.

Just One of Those Weeks by authoressnebula
Sam is having a really, really, really, crappy week and just needs a hug...

To Die for a Memory authoressnebula
Sam is captured by a Djiin or some similar creature that keeps its prey docile by trapping them in a mental prison. Whatever the brain spits up as a treasured, wonderful memory becomes the gilded prison that keeps you docile and too happy to fight back. Dean saves the day and kills the creature, but Sam won't wake up. Desperate, Dean whips up some dreamroot tea and goes in after him. He finds Sam reliving the same memory over and over again - the two of them as kids, playing hooky from training, laying out in a field of grass on a summer day watching clouds and wrestling and just being BROTHERS.

Until Death Do Us Part by phx69
I don't care what the situation. I just want Dean carrying Sam bridal style.

All Waters Have the Color of Drowning by minviendha
Meg captures the boys -- somehow -- and decides to have some fun with them -- because she's crazy. And as she goes to work on Sam, she somehow accidentally triggers a Hell seizure. Her reaction: Ooh, Sammy. Twice the bang for the buck. Let's do that again!

Aim, Shoot, Repeat by authoressnebula
"There's a pattern in the system,
there's a bullet in the gun.
That's why I tried to save you,
but it can't be done.
It can't be done."

Comments

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Small fracture in a limb--not OBVIOUSLY broken, but hurts like hell, and no, you really can't use the limb. Sam gets it checked, but the first x-ray misses it.

Filled: Better On Our Own 1/2

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

The ice pack has been slowly melting for the last two hours, and now under the warming liquid, the throb is pulling back through the numbness. Sam has his arm held up to his chest, hand resting weakly against his shoulder and good arm serving not only hold the sloppy icepack against his wrist, but also to keep the limb in position.

Dean’s asleep, has been for an hour, and Sam can get away with the expression he is currently showing. His lips are tight, face pinched and teeth in the process of biting down on the inside flesh of his cheek. He has a metallic taste in his mouth from where he has drawn blood, and his arm just hurts. He knows the x-ray came back clear, and he was sent back to the motel with an ace bandage and prescription for ibuprofen, but he was almost positive that this was worse than a sprain.

He had fallen hard, his wrist jarring beneath his body as it took the brunt of the fall. He hadn’t heard the familiar snap of bone or pop of ligaments, but the fire that seared up to his elbow told him that there was some damage beneath the muscle. He hadn’t been able to stop the yelp from eliciting, so Dean was on his case instantly, offering him a hand up and then watching with concerned eyes as Sam poked and self-diagnosed.

They had decided that a hospital was probably the best option, just a quick x-ray and cast if the situation called for it. They were passing by anyway, perhaps if it had been out of their way they wouldn’t have bothered.

But the x-ray came back clear, and now here they are; Dean asleep and Sam propped up against the headboard, willing unconsciousness to just take him under. The lights are off in the motel room, but Sam is fairly sure that he can see the skin darkening beneath the stark white bandage. As he grits his teeth to shift position and compares his two wrists alongside each other, the injured one has clearly became swollen, the bones of his wrist hidden beneath puffy flesh. As the icepack loses all usefulness, the wrist begins to feel hot as he gingerly spreads his fingers across the joint, trying to feel for any deformity. He knows the nurse had assured him – and Dean – that it was no more than a bad sprain, but there was just something telling him that this was worse. He has laughed off sprains before, winced for a week or two whenever he came to pull on his shoes or button his shirts, but this was different. He could barely move his fingers without pain lancing through his wrist.

He had already taken some indiscernible pain meds from their first aid kit, and although it had helped to relieve the intense stab of pain every time the rise and fall of his chest jolted his arm, it wasn’t doing enough. Not enough to let him think clearly or sleep.

He needs another ice pack, and even though he knows he is supposed to ice it intermittently as opposed to for two hours straight, he’s just about ready to stand in the bathroom and let his arm sink underneath the cold tap for a while.

Dean’s still asleep, lips parted, breathing slow and steady, and Sam is momentarily irritated that his brother gets to sleep whilst he is hurting. He considers clearing his throat or calling Dean’s name, but then again, what good would it do?

He knows Dean would just tell him to quit whining, it’s only a sprain after all.

But how can it be a sprain when it hurts so much?

He reaches back for the discarded ice pack. It’s completely viscous now; blue liquid sloshing around inside the thick plastic packet, but it’s still cool. His wrist is starting to heat up to the point of being uncomfortable, and at least the remnants of the cooling sensation allow him a moment’s reprieve.

He pushes the coolness against his wrist, gasps as his clumsy movement causes a bolt of white to sear through his arm from shoulder to fingertips.

“Crap!” He curses, manages to keep his voice low.

Apparently it wasn’t low enough, however, because Dean’s mattress is squeaking, and the form of his brother is slowly rising to a sitting position.

“Sam?” The voice is rough and scratchy but then a grunt clears the throat and it is normal again. “You still awake?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“What are you doing?” Dean is twisting, his legs finding their way off the mattress and onto the carpeted floor. “Arm bothering you?”

[rokhal.livejournal.com]

I keep hoping for TICK PARALYSIS. http://www.aldf.com/TickParalysis.shtml

"Symptoms of tick paralysis generally begin from five to seven days after a TICK becomes attached (usually on the scalp), beginning with FATIGUE, NUMBNESS of the legs and muscle PAINS. PARALYSIS rapidly develops from the lower to the upper extremities and, if the tick is not removed, is followed by TONGUE and FACIAL paralysis. The most severe complications may include CONVULSIONS, respiratory failure and, in up to 12% of untreated cases, DEATH.

"Because of the inability of laboratory tests to indicate tick paralysis, diagnosis is based on symptoms and the RAPID IMPROVEMENT of the patient once the engorged tick is removed."

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

LOL

Your link confused poor LJ into thinking your comment was spam. Is fixed now. :)

Post-series prompt

[khakigrrl.livejournal.com]

Sam is alive, has lost the wall, and is somewhat functional. Dean and he have settled down. Dean's adapting and starting to build friendships, but he notices that Sam is still aloof and on-guard. When he begins paying closer attention, he realizes that Sam is constantly testing everyone they interact with for demon possession. (Sam remembers Lucifer's reveal in 5x22 that he's always had a demon or two in his life, and doesn't want to risk it happening again.)

Necromancy....sort of....with Jess!

[crazybeagle.livejournal.com]

Gen, please, any season
I've been reading Sabriel by Garth Nix, so...hm....let's see some NECROMANCY! Or something like it.
Anyway, the basic idea comes from the description in Sabriel of how the Dead beings called Mordicants are created: combining clay and human blood and a ton of evil magic, then adding a soul to the mix.
So what if somebody wants to give Sam a "gift," the gift of the soul of somebody he loved and lost? And what if that somebody is Jessica? Maybe it's a random witch with some talent for necromancy who's sorry to hear about Sam's dead girlfriend and misguidedly tries to help, but isn't really powerful enough to actually resurrect her. Or maybe it's a demon (or Lucifer) who wants to either gain Sam's favor or gain some sort of leverage over him. Completely up to you.
Bottom line, though, there's Sam and Dean, stuck with Jessica's soul, which has been ripped out of heaven and is literally stuck in a little jar made out of bloody clay and dark magic. Needless to say, Sam isn't handling it well, falling helplessly in love all over again, only to be reminded by Dean- over and over again- how screwed up this all is, and how she shouldn't be here at all. They find a way to send her back to Heaven so she won't be trapped forever, but the thing is, Jessica isn't so sure she wants to go back, having figured out that her heaven is nothing more than a loop of false memories, and is delighted to see Sam again, even when she figures out all that he'd been hiding from her, and sees how her death and life on the road with Dean had changed him. And Sam knows it, but he doesn't know what to do.
Take liberties if you want. Just wanna see Jess back, however briefly. :D

And a repost....

[crazybeagle.livejournal.com]

Still want to see this, so reposting it...
Sam gets hurt badly enough during a hunt to need a blood transfusion. But this is before anyone told him about having demon blood in him and how that can complicate things. The net result is that the transfusion goes very wrong very quickly. He gets really sick, his body starts rejecting the new blood, or whatever you want. (There are a bunch of ways that transfusions can technically go wrong, which you can wiki if you want to find symptoms to use, but it could be wierd and unexplained too.)
Gen please, can be at any point before Sam finds out about having Azazel's blood in him, so pre-series or during series, whenever. Just make sure a certain SOMEBODY is really worried about him. :)

Re: And a repost....

[ramblin_rosie]

DUDE. jennytork and I just wrote a piece for the Gen BB on a VERY similar premise--not a hunt injury, but still. :D Stay tuned!

Pre-series Hunted!Sam

[meadowphoenix]

So what if those demons Sam grew up around thought John wasn't training Sam up right and constantly tried to kidnap him for their own purposes. Of course, this means weird stuff keeps happening around Sam, and some hunters get involved...

John gets steadily more paranoid, freaked out, and over-protective. Dean is just trying to calm everyone down, and Sam is mostly oblivious, but completely frightened by John's new temperament.

REQUEST: Frontierland aftermath, sore Sammy....

[whatjuliewrites.livejournal.com]

Sam's not used to riding a horse and after getting back from 1861, his ass and thighs are sore as hell. Dean notices Sam's walking funny and makes fun of it for it until Sam snaps at him and Dean realizes he's really in pain. Then Dean insists on giving Sam a soothing massage. Sexy and dirty times ensue.

Re: REQUEST: Frontierland aftermath, sore Sammy....

[cherry916.livejournal.com]

So must have hnnnnng

Kate Beaton

[glovered.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean, based off any Kate Beaton comic (http://harkavagrant.com/archive.php). However loosely.

Slightly Different Panic Room Panic Attack

[meadowphoenix]

Sam accidentally gets trapped in the panic room for reasons up to the author. Dean doesn't find him until Sam's in the midst of a flashback with Accusing!Dean and doesn't recognize real!Dean. Dean has to talk him back to reality.

Sam!Angst and Dean!Angst abounds. Smoop would be nice. Prefer Gen, but anything will do.

[rokhal.livejournal.com]

Kinda related to crazybeagle's post earlier:

Sam gets admitted to the hospital for a traumatic head injury, and the doctors start up with their tests, blood work, CT skull scans, ECG monitoring, EKG monitoring, temperature monitoring, the whole nine yards, and find things wrong with him. Not like compressed skull fracture wrong with him: really freakishly wrong with him. Incompatible with human life wrong with him.

So Sam is woozy, disoriented, pumped full of muscle relaxants, nauseous, shaved half bald, and alone, and the doctors are all circling the room, watching him like he's some newly discovered deep sea creature, asking question after question after question . . .
It's all news to Sam, and he just can't stop thinking about Azazel, Ruby, and Lucifer, and what kind of unholy abomination he's become now that they've all had their hands on him. And where the heck is Dean?

[ash48.livejournal.com]

wee!Sam discovers a hunting knife. Dean yells at him (in fear and worry) and startles Sam who drops the knife, slicing himself open rather badly.

John has to stitch Sam up while Dean has to try and keep him still, whilst trying to comfort him at the same time.

grief! death!fic! what more could you want?

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

I put this in a meta post, but now maybe I don't so much want to write it as want someone else to write it so I can cry a lot:

If Dean were to die on Sam now I don’t think Sam would go crazy or vengeful or try to open hell gates or drink demon blood or anything. I think he’d even try to go on, knowing that that’s what Dean would want and really, really not wanting to fuck up Dean’s last wishes again. But I think he’d just fade, get killed by some random monster, not out of any suicidal drive, but just because he was having trouble paying attention to details like food or sleep or ravening creatures with lots of big, nasty teeth. (Yes, it is possible that I now want to write this fic, what with being a sick individual. The one where Sam parks in the motel parking lot and pauses a moment to get up his energy to go into the office and gradually realizes that it’s morning and he’s been sitting there all night staring straight in front of him and he never actually got out of the car and got a room.)

FILLED: Along Every Horizon (Sam; PG13) 1/2

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

Sam gets these crazy ideas sometimes like maybe he should call Lisa or maybe even track down Cassie, or something, anything, and it's not even to talk to them about Dean, but maybe to be about Dean together, and that doesn't even make sense. That's just astonishingly creepy. Hey, he said it was crazy. And it's not fair to Lisa, because what would she even think? Dean's giant of a brother showing up at her door like Dean did a couple of years ago, but with even less of a claim.

Stop, stop thinking about it, stop.

Look, it's just that you're the last place my brother ever felt like he was home.

Stop thinking about it.

All this runs through Sam's head as he drives past the turnoff for Cicero, and once upon a time (a few times upon a time, or more than a few), he took that turn and followed the road to the Braedens' house or the construction site where Dean worked, the bar where Dean hung out, and Sam would wait and watch, patient but hungry.

Sam's okay. Really. It's just that sometimes he drives past these landmarks - some of them real, some existing only in memory - and something sharp cuts through his entire being, and his mind starts bubbling over with hypotheticals. What if he calls Lisa? What if he calls Bobby? What if he prays to Cas? The last time he talked to Bobby was when Bobby called him two months ago, and the last time he talked to Cas was when they burned Dean's body.

Sam's okay. He's okay.

He turns the radio up real loud and picks up speed.

+

It's the first time he's gotten laid in ages, and in the post-coital haze, the girl - Allie? Callie? - runs her small hands over Sam's scars, curious. They're all new scars. Like Dean, when Sam was pulled out of hell, his body was made anew. Refuckinghymenated.

"How'd you get this?" she asks, poking at a vicious-looking knot of scars on his chest.

"Hunting accident," he says.

"And this?"

"Same."

"What about this one?"

"Uh. Fell down some stairs."

When Allie/Callie leaves, she doesn't leave a number. Sam looks at the mirror, his collection of scars. They feel like someone else's. He misses his old ones and the stories behind them. Dean knew the stories behind most of them, but Dean is part of the southwestern desert now, ashes mingling with the dust. It's only fitting. Dean is the landscape Sam knew best, every highway and byway, every horizon, and even moreso now that his absence has infused him into everything Sam sees.

Sam is no stranger to secret-keeping and false identities. It's just that now Dean isn't here to try and pry those secrets out of him. There is no one to try and claim him for themselves. No friction for Sam to fight against, a fight which sands him down to who he is. Was. Is.

Yeah.

He falls into a deep sleep that night, which is rare. Sex helps, he supposes. Usually Sam stays up all night, making salt rounds, sharpening his knives, polishing his guns, keeping the TV on so the silence won't weigh him down. The dawn would find him sitting alone in a room full of weapons, waiting for what, he doesn't know. And then the whole goddamn cycle begins again.

+

Wait, hold up - Sam's got another idea.

What if, right? What if he kidnaps a person, bleeds them dry, and uses the blood to summon the Trickster? Because this has to be some Trickster joke. It's got to be.

Maybe one day, one day soon, Sam's gonna wake up in a motel in Florida and it's gonna be Wednesday, and the radio is gonna be playing Huey Lewis & the News and Dean is gonna have that shit-eating grin on his face and he's gonna say, "Rise and shine, Sammy."

Stop.

Stop.

Stop thinking about it.

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This is a fucking son of a bitch, but Sam has been in this position before. Sitting in the Impala and bleeding all over the upholstery, sewing his arm shut. There is precedent. Fuck, he better not go into shock.

The vampire is dead. At least he accomplished that part. He is not proud of his victory, however. Sam felt distracted throughout the hunt, and instinct can only go so far without concentration. It's not that hunting feels like a burden; it's that it doesn't feel like anything at all. It is something that keeps slipping through his fingers, and Sam doesn't know what to make of the fact that he kind of doesn't care.

Sam has no emotional barriers

[meadowphoenix]

Cas said that Sam's soul had been skinned basically. The physical consequence is that Sam's very raw emotionally.

Stanford Fic!

[rokhal.livejournal.com]

Tall guys constantly get roped into changing light bulbs when shorter humans would need to get a ladder -- like the bulbs in the twelve-foot kitchen ceiling at Jess's parents' house.

Sam really should have known better than to stand on a swivel chair to do it.

And Thus Was a Giant Felled, 1/?

[running-hot.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Sam, one of the bulbs in the kitchen chandelier just went out, and none of us feel like going downstairs to get the ladder. Would you mind--"

Without even waiting for the rest of the question, Sam gets up, grabs the chair he'd been sitting on, and heads into the kitchen. He's used to this sort of thing, has been since he spiked over six foot. It hardly even bothers him anymore, grabbing Raisin Bran off the top shelf for little old ladies, pulling the cord on the fan, repainting the ceiling -- he's happy to do it, because no one else can.

Most of the time, he wouldn't even grab the chair, but Jess' parents decided, last year, to move into a house with vaulted ceilings in every last room, and even he can't reach up twelve feet into the air. (Not without jumping, anyways, and while that would be plenty of fun, it wouldn't be terribly practical.) So he wheels his chair along behind him, narrowly avoiding tripping on the swiveling base, and sets it down below the dimmed light fixture.

"This one, I'm guessing?" he asks, pointing up and feeling rather stupid for having asked -- of course it's the broken bulb that they want replaced. He still finds himself getting tongue-tied around Jess, at moments like this. She leans against the kitchen counter in a t-shirt and a pair of hip-hugger jeans, her much younger sister's drawings and report cards up on the fridge, dinner in the oven, a radiant smile on her face, and she's his. Sam can see the future, and it is bright, and beautiful, and perfect.

Sam has a total freakout.

[running-hot.livejournal.com]

Set S1. Sam and Dean are having one of their typical bickering, alpha-male, arms waving arguments. It's over nothing, really, just some silly thing that happened over breakfast. Trouble is, Sam's starting to freak out. It's nothing that Dean said, and yet it's everything. All of a sudden, Sam breaks away, runs into the bathroom, starts screaming his head off. He's sobbing uncontrollably, shaking like mad, can't stop clawing at his skin like he's covered in bugs, can't breathe despite his constant hyperventilation, and he's sure that he's going to die. Sam's never had a panic attack before, and it's utterly terrifying. His mind is slipping away before his fingertips, his vision's going hazy, his skin's about to fall off, he's spitting up blood, and he can't breathe.

Dean finally gets him to open the door, half an hour later, and can't understand why their fight made him so upset. Sam has to explain to Dean, through the remnants of his panic, what happened. Dean tries to calm him down.

(Long prompt is long, but this is drawn from personal experience. Suffice it to say, yesterday was a very sucky day.)

Sam with clinical depression

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Season five gen. Sam's barely holding on and he's diagnosed with clinical depression after a suicide attempt. Dean, Cas, and Bobby try to help.

[procne92.livejournal.com]

Divergent post-6.11. When Sam wakes up from being resouled, the last thing he remembers is getting stabbed at Cold Oak. Dean and company are tasked with deciding what to tell him regarding the apocalypse, Lucifer, et al., and the fact that angels exist! Sam has to deal with all these changes, getting used to the fact that Yellow-Eyes is dead, coming to terms with his personal responsibility for ending the freaking world, and just generally the fact that he's missing more than 4 years of his life. Some of the stuff that's happened is just too ridiculous. Dean himself wouldn't believe it if he hadn't experienced it. How is he going to tell Sam about things that are completely beyond the realm of possibility of the world as he knows it?

Voicemail of angst and amulet

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Season six gen, after Sam's soul is returned. Sam is injured on a hunt and has a concussion. He keeps mentioning a voicemail and the amulet. Things are resolved between the brothers.

Re: Voicemail of angst and amulet

[killabeez.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like the way you think.

Teenage suicide attempt, Sam/Dean

[killabeez.livejournal.com]

In response to klutzy_girl's prompt above, pre-series, seventeen-year-old Sam has been harboring secret feelings for Dean since he was in the ninth grade. When it doesn't wear off, he plans to kill himself. Dean finds out before he can attempt it and stops him. But he never gets over the anger he feels at Sam for scaring him so badly, and never admits that's part of what keeps him from calling Sam at Stanford.

Years later, when he and Sam are on the road again trying to find their dad, he finally confronts Sam and Sam admits the truth. Could be mutual, or not, you decide.

REQUEST: Sam/Dean, Sam abused by YED possessed John...

[whatjuliewrites.livejournal.com]

John is possessed by YED at the end of season 1, but the boys don't figure it out right away. John acts normal when Dean's around, but is downright mean to Sam when they're alone. Having had such a huge fight with his Dad and having always felt like a disappointment to him, Sam really believes it's John who is saying/doing these things to him, but chooses not to tell Dean because he's embarrassed and because he doesn't want to screw up Dean's family reunion. As time goes on, possessed John's behavior gets worse and worse until it's both physical and emotional abuse. Eventually Dean finds out what's going on and knows his Dad is possessed. He just can't believe that Sam didn't realize. Afterwards, John is horrified both by his behavior and by the fact that Sam believed it was him and let it continue for so long.

Re: REQUEST: Sam/Dean, Sam abused by YED possessed John...

[demonphoenix.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh I really really want this.

[phreakycat.livejournal.com]

Gen or Wincest - Sam cracks his pelvis. What can I say - I have a thing for Sam's hips and apparently I like to break the things I like. Bonus points if Dean makes fun of him for "breaking a hip like an old man" but is actually very concerned and caring. :)

[crazybeagle.livejournal.com]

Aughhhhh....
>WANTS TO WRITE SO...BADLY...but it's the hellish home stretch of the semester<
Okay, if absolutely nobody else takes this (which I hope somebody else will ASAP because it's GREAT), give me about a month and I'll see what I can do. But as you know I got some Dean-whump to post first, heehee... As well as a massive weechester AU prompt from a friend. Sigh.
Butbutbutbut...
It's so lovely that I already have gone and looked up pelvic fractures....

Injury during sex

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Wincest - Sam and Dean are having sex and it goes all wrong. Sam falls off the bed and then manages to slam his head against the head board when he and Dean try again. Dean feels guilty and goes overboard in trying to help him recover.

FILLED: "Kiss it All Better" - Sam/Dean - NC-17 (1 of 2)

[sakura-no-mi.livejournal.com]

It was going just fine until Sam realized the bottle of lube was still on the counter in the bathroom. He had Dean just where he wanted him too – naked, sweaty, sprawled out on the mattress, Sam kneeling between his splayed thighs. As horny as he was – they both were – there was no way they'd get where they were going on spit and a prayer alone. Sam pushed himself upright and gave Dean's cock a good stroke from root to tip before getting up off the bed.

Or trying to, anyway.

Being tall had its perks – Sam rarely had to use a ladder to reach anything, was always head-and-shoulders above everyone else in a crowd, not to mention the midget jokes he got to make at Dean's expense whenever he wanted. But those lanky legs and too-long arms sometimes meant that his center-of-balance was out of whack, and this just so happened to be one of those times.

Sam circled his leg over Dean's waist, misjudged where the edge of the bed was, and landed in a crumpled heap on the carpeted floor. Adding insult to injury, the first thing he heard as he winced and rubbed his bruised butt was the sound of his brother's chuckle.

Dean sat up and peeked over the edge of the bed at him. “Too soon?” he cringed.

“Yeah, I think six seconds is too soon, Dean,” Sam sighed.

“Are you okay?”

Sam nodded and pulled himself back up onto the mattress, shooting Dean an annoyed glare for good measure. He wasn't actually that upset; his dick was definitely still interested in finishing what they started. As though proving a point, it betrayed him by pulsing a clear, shiny drop of pre-come from the slit.

“Why don't ya just lie back, Sammy?” Dean grinned. “I'll take care of you.”

Sam nodded again, suddenly remembering why Dean was such an awesome big brother... even if his sense-of-humor left much to be desired. Dean moved aside to make room for Sam, who crawled up higher on the bed and turned himself around to lay down, then promptly conked the back of his skull against the headboard as he did so.

“Son of a bitch,” Sam huffed, reaching up to rub at it. “You've got to be kidding me.” When he glanced at his brother again, Dean had his clenched fist pressed firmly to his lips, seemingly the only thing keeping the laughter from escaping.

“Sorry,” Dean said quickly. “'m sorry, Sam.”

“This is funny to you?” Sam shot back. He looked sullenly down at his wilting erection and narrowed his eyes at his brother. “See if you get any tonight,” he muttered. “Or ever, for that matter.”

“Sammy,” Dean whined playfully. “I said I was sorry.”

[phreakycat.livejournal.com]

Gen or Wincest AU of "The End"- In "The End" when Dean tells Sam that they should stay away from one another, Sam takes it to heart. He cuts off all ties with Bobby and any other mutual acquaintances in order to avoid inadvertently having contact with Dean. Not because he doesn't WANT to see Dean (he does) but he knows that Dean doesn't want to see HIM, and he's pretty sure he's a curse to anyone who cares about him. So it's just better that he disappear. Dean doesn't call him back after his time travel experience, and time just keeps moving on. Eventually Dean (who is missing his brother) starts fishing for tidbits about Sam from Bobby. But Bobby doesn't know WHERE Sam is - hasn't heard from him in ages. Turns out, no one has, and Dean freaks the hell out and tracks Sam down. What he finds is a sad, lonely man who has cut himself off from all unnecessary human contact. Dean realizes how badly it hurt his brother when he cut him out of his life. Cue the rebuilding of a brotherhood and of Sam's sense of self.

[thelocation.livejournal.com]

I WANT THIS SO BAD!

[phreakycat.livejournal.com]

You know that point you get to when you're REALLY sick with the flu, where you're SO sick of puking and feeling awful that you basically revert to a 5 year old? You just want to feel better and for the puking to end, and you don't really care how irrational it is to be begging someone else to make it stop - you just want it OVER. You're pretty sure you cannot take a single second more of feeling so crappy, and you might be embarrassed about the sniffling and moaning and general patheticness later, but right now you JUST DON'T CARE.

Well, that's the point that Sammy's at, and it's Dean's job to make things better. I want feverish, sweaty, pukey, MISERABLE Sam begging Dean to make it better in between episodes of dry-heaving, and caring, paternal Dean putting cool cloths on the back of his neck and rubbing his shoulders while he pukes.

guilty!Sam with bonus exhausted!Sam

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

(Remember how we got glimpses of natural disasters and big, destructive things happening during the brief time Lucifer was possessing Sam, but never really focused on that stuff?)

Sam's always spent a lot of time online, researching this and that, even when there's no immediate hunt. Dean doesn't think there's anything significant about it now. Though Sam's getting obsessed. Dean wakes up at three, four in the morning to the glow of the laptop screen and the tap of the keyboard. You'd think resouled!Sam wasn't sleeping any more than robo!Sam did. He's getting circles under his eyes, zoning out when Dean's talking to him. He'll eat a bite or two of his dinner and let the rest of it get cold while he goes back to the computer.

Then Dean stumbles on Sam's files. Every article he could find about those disasters. Pictures of smashed houses. Casualty lists. People who would be alive now if Sam had gotten Lucifer into the cage a little sooner.

Re: guilty!Sam with bonus exhausted!Sam

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

You are KILLING ME. ACK. You have SO MANY!

Sometimes, there's prompt!posts where I'm all, "Meh," and then there's other prompt!posts where I'm all, "I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE WORK TOMORROW, I NEED TO WRITE THINGS FOR THE INTERNET."

This is one of those posts. And most of that reason is SO your fault. You and your awesome prompts...

~Nebula