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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."

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Oh my gosh. I feel I would enjoy writing this, but I can NOT in good conscience write ANYTHING for the next week that is not bigbang. (I shouldn't even be browsing around here, ha!) If it's still unfilled after that... *g*

Sorry it's not that big but I tried to write as much possible for it

It couldn’t have even been more than one week after Sam discovered the supernatural that he started having nightmares.

It wasn’t like Sam never had nightmares before. For weeks after their Mother’s death, baby Sammy had reoccurring nightmares. The fact the baby couldn’t tell anyone what was wrong or what scared him only made it worse; Dean eventually started to sleep in the crib with him which helped to ease them some.

After that they slowly came to a halt, mainly because Sam could tell Dean or his Dad what was wrong or what was scaring him. Now it seemed as if Sam didn’t want to admit what was scaring him. Dean didn’t know whether Sam was too afraid of his nightmares or just plain afraid of what his father would say about it.

Dean would laugh it off and say ‘you know Dad wouldn’t say anything about them’ then would promptly give Sam a noogie…and that was that. But Dean wasn’t stupid…he knows what his Dad would say…‘you hunt the supernatural now you can’t afford to be scared over a little dream that isn’t real.’ That was why Dean had stopped telling Dad when he had them himself. He found out early on it was best to shut up about it and get on with life.

It still hurt though to think that Sam couldn’t come tell him about them. Did the kid think he would suddenly disown him for having one? That was just plain stupid and Sam should have known that.

Sitting at the breakfast table the following morning, Dean ate his breakfast with disinterest. He was too busy watching Sam from across the table, silently noting the dark circles under his eyes and how he pushed the cereal around in the bowl until it was mush.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” Sam huffed irritably after catching his annoying brother staring at him, as he would probably do for many more mornings to come.

Dean blinked at being caught but then refocused so as not to be outdone…“Are you PMSing or something? Underwear in a twist? Cause seriously dude you’ve been pissy this whole week. What gives?”

“For one, Dean I’m not a girl…so there goes your first two suggestions, and lastly it’s none of your business whether I’m moody or not,” Sam quipped as he dragged his bowl over to the sink.

Dean rolled his eyes. This is what he got for being an awesome big brother. “Well it may not be my business but you know that attitude will just piss off Dad tonight and I don’t need you two squabbling again.”

Sam’s hands tightened on the bowl he was washing, but that was the only sign that what Dean said was getting to him.

“Now, Samantha, it is time to go to school. Do I have to wait to hold your hand or…”

Sam huffed then mumbled, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Don’t take too long cause my teacher is actually hot this year. I have to get a good seat.” Dean sing-songed to keep up appearances but damn it the kid still made him worry till this day. He just hoped that the late night shooting practice with Dad would go smoothly.

“You’re impossible,” Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack, following behind Dean as they made there way out the door.

B-)

“Sam you’re not aiming straight…I told you that in order to hit a bullseye you have to hold your firearm straight.”

Sam swallowed and readjusted his weapon. Closing his finger on the trigger he tightened until the gun fired, but alas he missed the bullseyes again. He barely hit the thing at all.

He heard his Dad huff irritably and spit out a few curse words. “Come on Sammy! Dean was hitting this by the time he was six.”

I’m not Dean Sam wanted to yell but he knew that argument would be fruitless against their Dad who took no reason but his own.

By the end of the night Sam still hadn’t hit any bullseyes and his Dad’s patience was thin and Sam was tired and just wanted to go to bed.

Dean ears perked up as the door opened he didn’t want to admit it but yeah he’s been out here waiting for them to get back since Dad forbade him from going with them.

He saw Sam trudge inside miserably and his heart sank. He didn’t know why he was holding out hope for tonight. He hoped that maybe Sam and their Dad would maybe bond some but Dean should have known better.

“Hey how’d it go out there?” Dean asked curiously.

Sam gave him one of his patented bitch faces and said, “Horrible as usual.”

Dean frowned. “Sammy…”

“No, Dean just leave it, I don’t want to talk right now. I just want some peace and quiet.”

Dean flinched as Sam slammed their joined bedroom door. Seeing his Dad walk in next, he was prepared for more details. But upon noticing the look on his father’s face, he decided otherwise. It was best not to annoy their father when he was like that.

Sighing, Dean rubbed his head. Between his Dad’s constant pushing and Sam’s moody self, Dean was surprised he survived for so long….

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.

Later that night after Sam drifted off to sleep, he started to toss and turn in bed. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his breathing became short and wheezy.

“Look what you did Sam! Look what you did to my son!”

Sam gasped as he saw Dean lying on the floor with a bullet between his eyes.

“I did-didn’t…Dean?”

“He’s dead Sam! All because you can’t hit a target! You’re pathetic! Weak! A failure! Dean was my only true son. You’re no human! You’re a monster and monsters need to be killed.”

Sam gulped as his Dad swung a machete towards his neck.

Bolting straight up in bed Sam gasped and heaved in oxygen. He could feel tears trickle down his face unconsciously. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream…he chanted as his breathing started to slow down.

It was a dream? Wasn’t it? Fearing the worst Sam got out of bed and tip toed to Dean’s bed. At first he couldn’t see anything and almost had a panic attack. Then he noticed Dean’s blond hair glimmering in the moonlight. Sighing in relief Sam hesitantly put his fingers to his pulse point…just to be sure.

Of course Dean chose that moment to wake up and grab Sam’s wrist in a powerful death grip.

“What the-?!” Dean stated in fear and grabbed the offending limb on his neck into a powerful crushing grip.

Hearing the offender gasp in pain, Dean immediately released his grip recognizing the sound of his brother. “Shi-I mean shoot Sam what the heck are you doing? Are you ok?”

Sitting up in bed now, he grabbed Sam’s wrist tenderly to check that he didn’t break it. Finding that the limb was fine he let go and waited for Sam to give him an answer.

“I-I uh….”

“What is it Sammy?” Dean asked softly realizing what most likely had happened.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, please?” Sam asked in embarrassment.

Dean nodded and scooted over in bed. He lifted up the covers as an invitation and Sam immediately crawled in grasping Dean’s t-shirt as he did so.

Once they were done shifting and moving on the bed they were left where Sam’s head was on Dean’s chest and Dean’s right arm was around Sam’s back, holding him securely.

Knowing that Sam wasn’t asleep yet Dean took the plunge. “So I’m assuming you had a nightmare?”

A hasty nod against his chest was his response.

“You’ve been having them all week…this one must have been pretty bad then, huh?”

Another nod.

Dean sighed when he still got no response. “Come on Sammy, I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. I need to know what happened.”

Instead of a nod or shake of his head Dean felt tears soak his t-shirt. Realizing Sam was now crying, Dean squeezed his brother’s shoulder in comfort and to let Sam know that he was there to listen anytime he wanted.

“I-I-I’m sca-scared,” Sam said shakily in between tears.

“Scared? What are you scared of?” Dean asked puzzled. “You know Dad and me won’t let anything happen to you. You know that.”

“I know…but it’s not that,” Sam whispered.

“Then what is it?”

“Wh-what if something happens to you or Dad on a hunt? Wh-what would happen then? I don’t want to be alone! Please don’t leave me Dean! Please!” Sam sobbed clinging tighter to his brother then ever before.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Dean said gently. “It’s ok. I’m always going to be here for you. Always Sammy. And me and Dad can handle ourselves on a hunt. We just have to watch our backs so we know we’re ok.”

Sam sniffed miserably and lessened his grip on his brother’s shirt some. “Really?”

Dean smiled. “Really. You’ll be shooting those targets in no time. It just takes practice but believe me I know you’ll be a good shot. You might even be better than me one day.”

Sam chuckled. “Really?”

“Nah not really I’m the best shot there is…well after Dad of course,” Dean said sarcastically.

Now that Sam’s fears were cleared, Dean noticed Sam was starting to nod off. Dean gripped him tighter. “I’ll always be here for you Sammy. Always.”

The End

"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.

Heh. I wouldn't self-pimp to someone I didn't know, but as it's you: I wrote that recently. (http://electricalgwen.livejournal.com/95610.html) :)

*wants*

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.

Castiel wasn't coming back.

Well, he probably will be, eventually; but not before the sun was up and Sam was baked to a crisp. There was a mountain range, smallish or far away, to the west. (Sam has always been good with directions.) He pulled back out his phone and stared at it for a moment, intensely...but unfortunately, his psychic powers never extended to creating a cell tower where there is none. Sam sighed, and brushed sand off the seat of his pants, and pointed his feet west.

"You smell like a victim," Coyote says to him.

The sun must have been coming up; it was starting to get warmer, and he laughed a little to himself. "At least I won't freeze to death in the middle of a desert," he commented to nothing in particular. "Dean would never let me hear the end of it."

The more he walks, the further away the mountain becomes, and he feels like Alice, only it's not the Red Queen but a small dry voice that tells him, "You have to run as fast as you can just to stay in one place."

He was already thirsty when the sun finally appeared over the distant flat horizon, but he found that he couldn't move as he watched it come up. It was huge, and red, and hostile, but it was also ferociously beautiful in the way small pale friendly things rarely are.

A tear escapes his eye, which he had thought too dry for tears, and Coyote licks it off his face.

He had been walking for hours, and the mountain was no closer. His button-down was now serving as a head-covering, and the sun scratched at his bare forearms. The last time he sat down he had trouble getting back up, and he has decided not to stop any more.

Headaches are just fine, so long as he can't see the future afterwards.

The mountain had just begun to taunt him when a wave of dizziness overcame inertia and he hit the ground. "I think I'll just rest here for a moment."

Dean crouched down beside him. "Probably not your best idea, Sammy."

"Shut up," he muttered into the ground. "You're a figment of my imagination."

Dean sat back on his haunches. "Well. That's not entirely true."

Castiel is bending down to peer into his face, and something must be wrong because Dean's right there and they would usually be staring at each other by now. He wants to say something about it, but his throat is too dry for words and if he moves he'll probably pass out again. "I'm sorry, Sam," he says softly. "I came as soon as I could."

Dean bends down as well. "You smell like a victim," he whispers.

(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.

I was so very much hoping someone would do a Sam POV for this prompt. You are AWESOMENESS. ♥♥♥

~Nebula

You know multiple fills are allowed and encouraged, right?

*is greedy*

Good luck with the BB, looking forward to reading it.

Thank you god I love you. ♥

~Nebula

I started this one and was really profoundly unhappy with where it was going. But I might try it again. No promises, though. >>

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

I want this to be longer!

The Easter candy was on sale today. Apparently sugar high = prompt storm.

And paid employment should never stand in the way of feeding my kinks. : )

This prompt. &hearts

So, prompt for following after 6x18 (but no real spoilers so you're safe!), more spoilers for 4x22:

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.

Cue hugs? (If you get Sam to cry I'll kiss you.)

~Nebula

Sometimes a fic just doesn't want to happen. But if inspiration struck I would love to read your take on this one.

Great story--loved Dean being big brother!

"Yeah. I always knew you were smart," she replies, with a chiming laugh. He can't compose a reply, just steps up on the chair and grabs the new bulb Jess passes to him.

It's good that this is going to be a quick operation, because his balance isn't that great on a chair that rolls from side to side whenever he twitches. Before he has time to worry about it, the busted bulb is already unscrewed and in his hand, and the new one half into its socket.

"This is why I keep you around, not your brains. So much easier than having to go get a ladder." Sam chuckles, finishes up, and moves to step down.

The wheels roll across the polished hardwood floor.

His arms wheel madly, and he tries to grab at the light fixture, but he can't reach, because he's falling.

"Sam!" Jess screams, because he's just smashed into the granite counter headfirst, and that really fucking hurt. He lands on the floor, right on his shoulder, and flops down heavy. "Sam!" she screams again. It's suddenly incredibly bright, and he shuts his eyes.

"Jess? What's wrong?" someone asks through the ringing static pounding in his ears.

"Sam was changing the bulb, he fell, and now he's passed out --" He opens his eyes, blinking at the blinding light.

"What happened? Fuck, my head hurts." He reaches up and tries to rub at the raging ache on the side of his skull, but just brushing his fingertips across it sets it aflame.

His fingers are sticky when he pulls them back. "Oh, God, you're bleeding. Mom, call 911, go call them. Sam, are you okay? Are you nauseous or anything?" Without giving him time to answer, she grabs a wad of paper towels, and presses them against his head.

"No, shit, no, that hurts, stop that!" He paws at her hands, but she's remarkably persistent. Nausea grips his stomach suddenly, and he rolls over, pukes all over the floor. After he's done, he tries to sit up and wipe at his mouth, but his head is spinning like mad, and he lays back down onto the floor.

"Don't try to move or anything, you might -- Sam, you're bleeding everywhere, holy crap," Jess exclaims. She presses harder against the side of his head, and he moans. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Now she's crying.

"What happened, anyways? Where are we?" He can't remember anything that happened since he woke up. It should be worrying, but he's too busy being concerned with the blood pouring out of his scalp and the agonizing pain coursing around the inside of his skull.

"You were changing the light bulb in my parents' kitchen, you fell and hit your head on the counter, you don't remember?"

Sam doesn't remember a thing.

(More to come tomorrow, promise!)

My favorite of the three was Abhorsen. But Lirael I definitely identify more with as a character...that book was action action ACTION. I literally freaked out, pathetically, through the entire bit with the stilken.

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