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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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I'm reposting this from last time, because I still want it (ETA title):

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. Dean and Bobby are there -- author is free to include Cas, Sheriff Mills, cobbler neighbor, anyone else who strikes your fancy -- and Sam is in his right mind and he's not tied down and no one is doing anything to him and he's fine, he's just fine. There's plenty of ventilation, of course he can breathe. And he doesn't need to open the door. The closed door is what's keeping them safe. He does. not. need. the. door. open. He's fine.

Bonus points for Dean being super busy with the whole crisis siege situation and not noticing at first that there's anything up with Sam, but then figuring it out and talking him down.

Edited 2011-04-25 21:15 (UTC)

Ooh I want this too.

I think you read my mind

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*

You know multiple fills are allowed and encouraged, right?

*is greedy*

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

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

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

“Sam! Would you hurry the fuck up?” Dean ordered, more than asked. But he had every right. Sam was stalling – and this was not a time when any sort of stalling was acceptable.

As soon as Sam crossed the iron threshold into the panic room constructed in Bobby’s basement, Dean slammed and bolted the solid door shut. “Seriously, Sam? We have a goddamn army of revenants on our asses, but you needed to grab your tattered copy of–” Dean broke off as he tilted the book in Sam’s hand so he could see the cover. “Anna fucking Karenina? Jesus, dude. How many times have you read that book anyways? Christ, sometimes I just don’t get you.”

And Dean was right. Yes, Sam had read the book from cover to cover at least three times already. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that Sam needed something to wrap his hands around, to wrap his head around.

Dean immediately got to work, huge surprise. He and Bobby were resalting the door, resalting the thick iron walls, resalting everything. Sam just slumped down along one of the cabinets, pulled his knees up tight to his chest, and cracked open his Tolstoy.

“Shit,” Dean exclaimed. “I can hear ‘em. Upstairs. Bobby? Sam? You guys hear that?”

“Mmph,” Bobby responded. Sam didn’t. But Dean didn’t seem to notice, just kept on salting absolutely everything in sight.

Sam hadn’t even made it through the first paragraph. Every time he got just a few words in he lost all focus. It wasn’t that he wasn’t thinking clearly, it wasn’t. It was just, his chest. His chest felt so tight. He was certain it was getting tighter by the minute, no, make that the second. And even if he wasn’t focusing on the weight of what felt like three boxes full of salt rounds on his heart, the fact that there was no fucking fresh air in the room was enough to stop him from making any sense of the jumble of letters in front of his eyes.

But he kept on trying. Trying to focus on at least getting to the second page, trying to focus on the sounds of Dean and Bobby shuffling around.

Now Dean was almost up to the ceiling. He’d decided that he didn’t trust the vent at the top of the room. “Come on, Bobby. Hold the damn ladder steady,” Dean barked. “Christ, I fall from here, ya’ll may as well say your goodbyes right now.”

Oh, that was great. That was helping Sam. Now, in addition to the weight on his chest and his shortness of breath, his mind was frantically running through the scenario of a dead Dean. He’d lived that scenario more than once, a fuck ton more than once, so immediately his whole body reverted to those muscle memories. The feeling of life without Dean, life without – just life without. Sam thought he’d never have to feel it again, and god, this whole situation was becoming way too much to handle.

He quit pretending to read, took his nose out of the book and leaned his head back against the cabinet, which he was pretending did not have a poster of Farrah Fawcett taped inside, and tried his damndest to take some deep breaths, to get some actual air into his lungs. Told himself, ‘Get a fucking grip. What is wrong with you? You’re stronger than this, better than this.’ But nothing seemed to work – not the deep breathing exercises, not the self pep talk, not even closing his eyes and reminding himself that Dean is right here. Dean’s not going anywhere. Ever.

Edited 2011-04-27 03:13 (UTC)

Salty drops of water started to drip out of his tear ducts, no matter how tight he squeezed his eyes shut, slowly at first, but soon he felt them rolling down his cheeks and could taste the salt when he licked his dry lips. His chest, his damn chest. So tight. He hadn’t thought that it could possibly have gotten any tighter, but his body continued to surprise him. And Dean was still fucking around up at the top of that towering ladder.

“Son of a bitch,” Bobby griped. “They’ve found their way down here. Scratching at the damn door. Why’d you idjits get us in this mess?”

“That’s real nice, Bobby,” Dean replied flippantly. “Blame the only two hunters brave enough to attempt to solve the stupid fucking case. How the hell could we have known that tribe buried a single tooth from each of its members underneath that altar? Think maybe you could’ve figured that out before you sent us down to the damn boneyard?”

“Alright, alright. Truce,” Bobby muttered regretfully.

Sam’s chest was full out heaving now. This goddamn panic room and all its awful memories – the dreadful nights of detox, the most pain he’s ever experienced, so painful he was sure he wouldn’t survive it, and the last time, when Death stuck his hand straight into Sam’s chest cavity, reimplanting his broken soul, not to mention the fact that all of it is darkened further by the full separation from Dean. All these memories had now come to have their full effect on his body. God, he hoped this would be their full effect.

This had progressed from a mere panic attack to everything that he remembers detox feeling like. He was wrecked.

Seriously struggling for air, Sam finally worked up the courage to fill Dean in on the severity of the situation. “Dean,“ he squeaked out of his too-parched throat.

Dean, who’d finally climbed down from the ceiling, jerked his head to look at his brother, to garner why his voice was so–

But at just that moment the air in the room became charged and seemed to open wide.

Dean was already heading over to where Sam was slumped, panic clearly appearing on his face, but despite his consternation, his curiosity caused him to turn to see what had caused the commotion.

“Cas,” Dean said gruffly. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard your silent prayers, Dean,” Cas answered. “You and Sam took care of all the work, figuring out where the trouble was coming from, how those kids had messed with things and accidentally awakened an ancient tribe, still vengeful for their untimely demise. I simply visited the shrine of teeth and did what you taught me: I torched the bitch. But, really, I wish you had been more thorough, because in case you have forgotten, I am quite busy with–”

Dean cut him off. “Thanks. But would you just give us a fucking second here, Cas? I need to get Sammy out of here.” With that, Dean wedged his arm under Sam, lifting with his whole weight. Sam was nearly incapacitated, could barely hold himself upright, and stumbled closer to Dean, leaning on him.

“That’s right, Sammy. I’ve got ya.” He got his arm hooked tight around Sam and was able to bear most of the weight. “Let’s get the hell outta here.”

- - -

By the time Dean had Sam laid out on the bed up in Bobby’s guest room, their guest room, Sam had started to calm a little. The feeling of Dean’s arm around him had definitely helped. And now Dean was perched over him, fingers rubbing gentle circles into his nape.

“Sam, oh, Sammy. I’m so sorry. So sorry,” Dean cooed, over and over again.

“Dean, just–” Sam started.

“Just, shhh,” Dean responded. “You just relax. You just keep breathing.” Dean’s other hand had migrated to Sam’s chest, was feeling Sam’s frantic heartbeat finally start to slow.

“I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Bringing you down there. Bolting the door. Locking you in.”

“Dean, you couldn’t’ve known. Didn’t have a choice. The spirits...”

“Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t fucking matter. I should have known. Should have done something, something else. Anything else.”

“Just lay with me, Dean. Please?” Sam asked timidly. But Dean was more than willing to comply. He shifted downwards on the bed, laid flat, and pulled Sam tenderly toward him. This was their routine. This was them. This? Was helping.

Sam breathed deep, smell of gun oil, and salt, and Dean filling his senses. He could breathe again. It was over – not only the attack of the pissed off revenants, but the far worse attack that had existed solely in his mind.

“Dean, I just can’t,” but Sam trailed off as Dean reached towards his face, fingers trailing down his jaw to grip loosely behind his neck. Dean shifted, bringing his mouth closer to Sam’s.

“I know, Sammy. I know. Never again. I promise.” And with that he closed the space between them. The kiss was charged, heady, filled with all of the feelings that they felt for one another, all of the love, maternal, fraternal, and all the rest.

Sam licked slowly across Dean’s bottom lip and pulled himself even closer, even tighter against Dean’s chest. Finally, he could breathe. His tongue was battling with his brother’s, and all he could taste was Dean, but he could breathe. And his heart was still racing, just no longer from anxiety. Now it was racing because he was exactly where he wanted to be, was about to get exactly what he needed.

Regardless, Sam eventually broke away and whispered, “That’s not what you said last time.”

Dean’s eyes clouded with guilt, but Sam hadn’t meant for that, and now felt terribly guilty himself. He leaned forward and pressed his lips almost chastely to his brother’s. “I know, Dean. I know.”

Edited 2011-04-27 03:23 (UTC)

Awwww hun this was fabulous. Especially for your first time. Kinda a horrible pun to have a panic attack in a panic room lolz. Poor Sammy always has the worst of luck. What I really love is how subtle the Wincest was. I didn't even notice until the third part. I love how you didn't just throw it in our face but pushed us gently in it. That makes it more real ya know? This was absolutely lovely BB!

Thank you so so much! Love that you enjoyed the subtleness of the Wincest... :)

Really, thanks a ton! <3

Ever since this prompt showed up for the first time, I hoped someone would fill it, and you did so splendidly. I especially loved the moment of tenderness between then, caused by Sam's vulnerability and Dean's concern. That's how I love the boys!

Oh, wonderful!! Thanks so much! :)

So I did a quick-'n'-dirty fill for you. Hope you like it. :)

Panic (http://ratherastory.livejournal.com/164779.html)

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