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comment fic meme!
It's the week leading up to Sam's birthday, which means *drumroll* pain! Pain and horror and terror and illness - and
SPREAD THE WORD
THE RULES
→ Leave a comment here with your prompt. This is a Sam-focused hurt/comfort community, so Sam should be the one in the hurt/comforted role. Your prompts may involve sick!Sam, hurt!Sam, angsty!Sam, basically anything that results in Sam being on the receiving end of hurt/comfort. (No rules against whumping other characters as well, of course, but you have to whump Sam first. ;) )
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→ In your prompt, please state your desired characters or pairings. All genres/pairings welcome, but no real-person (RPF) prompts.
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→ Prompts can be as short or detailed as you like. Remember though - more detail means less wriggle room for the writer, which might lower the chances of someone picking up your prompt.
→ Go through the prompts! If you find one you like, write a fic for it. There's no limit to how many users can reply to a prompt, or how many prompts someone can write for.
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THE MASTER LIST
(with shortened prompts - full prompts at link)
Back to Where We Were by
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authoressnebulaAfter 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
gloveredSam now has a Thing about cages. A jail cell is a cage.
And In My Soul, An Icy Dread Remains by
authoressnebulaSam 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
mercuryblue144Jess was a vegan and Sam has some trouble readjusting to the hunter diet of Mountain Dew and Burger King.
Fire and Ice by
weestaSam 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
cherry916Sam has nightmares. Dean comforts him. Slash or gen.
Untitled by
erisiniaGen. Sam is stranded in the middle of the desert. Heat stroke, dehydration, mirages.
Same Time, Same Place by
twoskeletonsHighlight 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_hotTall 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
phx69Highlight 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
lavishsqualorWhat 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_xSmall 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
samidhaHighlight - 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
authoressnebulaSam'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
mimblexwimbleAU 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
winchesterhauntHighlight 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
brosedshieldThe 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
ratherastoryWhat 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_obscuraSam now has a Thing about cages. A jail cell is a cage.
balance good, everything good by
de_nugisSam and Dean are sparring and Dean slips/misjudges and cracks one of Sam's ribs. Sam doesn't mention it.
Unravelling by
emmramHighlight 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
twoskeletonsIf 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_miSam 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
killabeezAfter 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
sikeminaturalWhen 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
tversanSam 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
mamapranayamaA 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_xGen. 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_miSam 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
authressnebulaSeason 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
samidhaSam 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
minviendhaGen 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
moviegeek03Teen!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_sunshineAfter 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
winchesterhaunt2.06, 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
kiscincaSo 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
gwendolyndDean has to cut off one of Sam's limbs.
Just One of Those Weeks by
authoressnebulaSam is having a really, really, really, crappy week and just needs a hug...
To Die for a Memory
authoressnebulaSam 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
phx69I don't care what the situation. I just want Dean carrying Sam bridal style.
All Waters Have the Color of Drowning by
minviendhaMeg 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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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.
Dean is inside with him, frantically calling for Castiel or Balthy or anyone who has their angel ears on (or Bobby, if you want to invite him to the party, that's cool) and he's in full-blown protective big brother mode.
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As soon as I saw this one, though, I knew I was gonna have to do it.
Y'all give good prompt.
~Nebula
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FILLED: And In My Soul, An Icy Dread Remains
As soon as they sat down, though, Sam started acting different. "You okay?" Dean asked, watching as Sam shifted on the ground, trying to get comfortable.
"Yeah," Sam said, then shifted again. "Just...cold."
"And gonna get colder," Dean said, and Sam shivered. Dean frowned but stuck to his side of the freezer. It wasn't that big, and even on the opposite side of the wall Dean could easily tap Sam's boot with his own. "You want my jacket?"
Sam didn't respond right away, eyes focused on his hands. "Hey, Sam," Dean said, concern growing. He tapped his foot against Sam's one more time.
Sam blinked and jerked his head up. "Yeah?"
"You want my jacket?" Dean repeated, still frowning. Cold or not, hypothermia didn't set in that fast, and that was the only thing that could slow someone's reaction time like that.
Sam made a face and shook his head. "You're gonna need it," he said, then glanced towards the meat hanging from the ceiling. They were long, perfect slabs for punching, and Dean imagined himself having a Rocky moment, complete with his own theme song.
"Hey, Sam? Wanna hum the theme to 'Rocky' for me?"
Sam didn't respond again. Dean turned his gaze from the meat to Sam and found his brother staring at the meat with growing trepidation on his face. His hands kept falling to rest on the floor, then jerked up and away, only to fall back down and repeat the whole process again.
"Sam," Dean called. Sam didn't move. "Sam," Dean called again, more fervently this time. Sam still didn't move or give any indication that he'd heard his brother.
Concern was quickly growing into tiny tendrils of panic. "Sammy," Dean said, and kicked hard at his brother's boots. Sam's legs fell over onto the floor, and Sam hissed in surprise and fear before he curled them up against him.
All the while his eyes never left the slabs of meat.
Dean pushed himself off the floor (and god was it cold against his hands) to sit beside his brother. "Sammy," Dean called again, and he knew there was panic in his voice now, but his brother was attempting to go comatose in a freezer and hey, not cool, Sam. "Sammy, talk to me."
"So cold," Sam whispered, and Dean was so surprised to hear him respond that he almost missed with Sam said next. "I expected fire, you know? But it was just cold."
Oh god. Oh god no.
"Sammy, look at me," Dean said urgently, his fingers tapping on Sam's frozen cheeks. "Sammy, look at me, dammit!" Because he didn't have to look at the meat to know exactly what Sam was seeing. He'd been to Hell. He didn't think much was different in the Pit.
Except it had probably been Sam on the hooks, trussed up like meat, and if Dean finished that thought he was going to throw up.
Sam finally allowed his head to turn away from the meat. "Look at me," Dean insisted, trying to lock onto Sam's gaze. Sam dutifully looked at him for half a minute, and then his gaze went glassy, and Dean knew he could talk until he was blue in the face. He wasn't going to keep Sam's attention there with him until they were out. The icy floor, the cold air, all of it was going to keep reminding Sam of where he wasn't, of where he used to be.
Dean had to get them out.
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Sam would be gone long before then.
"Cas," Dean called out, not even bothering with prayer. "Cas, I know you're busy with the war but god, I need you here right now. Cas, please, I need you to get us out of this one."
A gasp and whimper from Sam drove Dean back to his brother. He slid to his knees, hands reaching to pull at Sam's shoulders. "Sammy, look at me," Dean tried again.
"Don't let him touch me," Sam pleaded, eyes focused elsewhere, back arching away from the frozen wall. "No, no, please no, don't-"
He trailed off into various pleas until he could barely be heard, but Dean heard him anyways. He heard the moment the pleas turned to begging. Dean pulled his coat off and wrapped it around Sam, trying to give him that much more padding. The cold air hit Dean's exposed forearms, but he fought back the chill and instead pulled Sam up against him. Anything to keep him warm.
"Balthazar," Dean called, blinking through the tears that had suddenly formed in his eyes. "C'mon, don't you want us to stick around so you can string us along and poke at us? That means you've gotta get us out of this. Please, just...get us out," he finished lamely. There was no rustling of wings, and Dean shut his eyes tight against the sting.
"Help me, please, don't...not the lake, Lucifer p-please..."
Dean choked on a sob and pulled Sam closer up against him. "You're not there," he managed to get out. "Sammy, you're here, with me, in some lame-ass freezer and you're not there, you hear me? Stay with me, Sammy. Please stay with me. Don't go there. Don't...just stay here. I'm here. I've got you, and I'm right here. Please just stay here."
When their pleas began to mingle, 'please' and 'help' and 'stay' all sounding from one voice, Dean pulled off his button off and set about stuffing it under Sam's jackets. Sam shivered and trembled all through Dean's arranging, until Dean's warm button up was right against Sam's skin, and the coats were all zipped up tight to keep the heat in. Then Sam was back against Dean, where Dean wrapped his hands around Sam's face and drew him in until they were breathing the same air. "Look at me," Dean pleaded. "You're here, Sammy, not there."
Sam swallowed and blinked twice. "D-Dean?"
Oh thank you god. "I'm right here," Dean rushed to tell him, giving him a relieved smile and a small laugh. "Right here, bro. Stay with me, all right? Stay away from the wall. Just be here with me. Focus on me, okay?"
Sam tried, and god, Dean could see it. But then Sam's face was twisting in pain and when he began shivering in earnest, Dean knew he was losing him. "No! Castiel, get down here, I need you," Dean begged to the ceiling. "Cas, please, get Sam out of this. Just get him out of here, you've got to have enough mojo to do that. Leave me if you have to, if you've only got time and concentration for one, but just...just get him out of here." Out of the man-made representation of Sam's Hell.
Sam was still trembling against him, eyes unfocused and distant and filled with tears. "Sammy," Dean whispered, trying to still Sam's sudden increase in shivers. Then he realized that it wasn't Sam that was shivering, but himself. He was down to a t-shirt that pulled up in the back, exposing more skin to the icy touch of the freezer. He blinked steadily through it and tried to keep Sam in his grasp. "I'm right here, Sammy. I've got you."
And then everything went dark.
FILLED: And In My Soul, An Icy Dread Remains, Pt. 3 - End
The hunter. The freezer. Sammy.
"Sammy?" Dean yelled desperately, sitting up fast. The motel room around him swam for a long moment, but finally steadied. No one answered him. "Sammy?" he called again, panic blinding him to anything except his brother.
"Dean."
One voice and Dean could sort of breathe again. "Cas?"
Castiel smiled at him from beside his bed. "I'm glad to see you awake. You were both critical when I found you."
Sam. "Sam," Dean started, only to have Castiel nod to somewhere behind Dean. Dean whipped around so fast he thought he'd give himself whip-lash, but-
There, in his bed, was Sam. Eyes closed, breathing normally, with blankets piled on top of him. "Bobby assured me that once your core temperatures rose a bit more, you were both able to have more warmth," Castiel told him. "I...didn't understand the first aid of hypothermia. I do now."
Dean realized belatedly that his own bed was covered in blankets as well, but he wouldn't have cared if it was covered in troll snot. "Sam," he said again, seemingly unable to say anything else.
Then, like a miracle, the one voice he needed to hear called back, sounding sleepy and confused. "D'n?"
Dean wasted no time in hauling back the blankets from his own bed and shuffling the few extra steps over to Sam's. Sam's eyes were slits against the sun coming from the windows, but they were focused on Dean, and that was all he cared about. "Dean?" he said again, sounding more coherent.
"How are you feeling, Sam?"
Castiel's question took the words from Dean's mouth. Sam frowned slightly as he considered, right before he went pale. "Better," he managed after a moment. "I, uh...the wall didn't hold up very well in there. A couple of...of things came through." He looked away, as if ashamed, and screw that.
Dean took a seat on Sam's bed and hauled his brother up until Sam's head was near his hip, Dean's arms could wrap around Sam's torso and shoulders. "Not here now, though, right?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head almost immediately. "No. But in there, it was...it was bad." He shivered again, and for half a second, Dean was terrified that Sam wasn't going to come back.
But when he glanced up at Dean, his eyes weren't glassy, and it was clear. "I heard you," he said softly. "Through the ice and the pain. I kept hearing your voice. I kept telling myself that I wasn't really there, and I'd pull out, but between the floor and the meat slabs and the air in my lungs..."
"The Pit is cold," Castiel said knowingly, sympathy twisting his features for a second. Then it was gone, but Dean knew better than to think he still wasn't feeling it beneath the surface. "I'll deal with Evans, the hunter. Be well."
"Cas?" Dean called just as Castiel stepped back. Castiel waited, and Dean gave him a small smile. "Thank you," he said, putting all his sincerity into it. If it hadn't been for Cas, they'd have been sunk. And Sam would be gone.
Castiel gave a small smile in return, then vanished. Sam shivered against him, and Dean tugged and pulled until all the blankets were pulled up again. The warmth felt good, but knowing Sam was there with him, not somewhere else, was better.
Dean really hoped Cas gave it to the hunter for the both of them. If not, then Dean would just have to make sure it happened. No one threatened Sam and hurt Sam and got away with it.
He tightened his grasp around Sam and let himself breathe in the warm air of the motel room.
~Nebula
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More hearts for you.
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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Once again, MADE OF AWESOME AND FILLED WITH WIN!!! ^_^
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RIGHT THERE. You killed me RIGHT THERE.
This was lovely and heartbreaking and awesome. Thank you for the fill! <3
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In a huff Sam went to investigate the far corner of the room looking for a vent, a door, a tool of any kind. The freezer wasn’t all that big, but when Sam turned to look back toward the door where he left Dean he realized that he lost sight of his brother. His heart gave an uncomfortable and unexpected lurch in his chest. Sam reached out a hand to steady himself, and immediately pulled back his fingers after they made blazing, frozen contact with the ice on the freezer wall.
“Dean?” What was supposed to come out as a steady inquiry came out more like a plea. Sam found himself abruptly shivering from more than the cold air. A tidal wave of memories surged up against the suddenly flimsy wall erected by Death in his mind. Sam tried to ward it off, beat it down; and although no one specific memory forced its way into his consciousness he couldn’t evade the paralyzing, terrifying feeling of cold.
In an instant, all Sam could see was blue. Sam could feel the cords on his neck and the muscles in his limbs respond to the cold, inside and out. Uncontrolled tremors shook his frame no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it was all in his mind. Sam was aware of his rapid breathing and how each breath seemed to draw tiny shards of ice into his tortured and shredded lungs. Sam could hear the pounding of his frantically beating heart as it struggled to push the blood that was solidifying in his veins through his body. Part of him knew (remembered) that this was how things started…and once it started, it wouldn’t end.
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Dean was yelling, but not at Sam. Was he pleading? Was he begging? Didn’t he know that didn’t work? Not in the cold. Nothing stopped the cold once it started to encroach.
SNAP
Sam’s head whipped back on his neck. The slap from Dean was hard enough to bring tears to Sam’s eyes. It shocked Sam to realize that the blow had helped to clear his vision. He was kneeling again and still trembling from the cold seeping out from the cracks inside his mind, but now he could see Dean. The hope that blossomed on Dean’s face was painful to see.
Sam tried to take advantage of the moment of reprieve, he tried to explain, but all he managed to do was wave his right hand in Dean’s direction in a feeble attempt to grab a hold of his jacket.
Dean held Sam upright with a death-grip on his shirt and jacket. Dean was giving directives like “stay with me” while yelling curses (or prayers. Were they prayers?) at the sky. Dean’s right hand was drawn back and Sam tried to brace himself for a second blow, but the cold had claimed its place again in his muscles causing him to spasm and twitch. Dean did not smack Sam again; instead he determinedly ran his right hand up and down his thigh.
Then Dean unexpectedly pulled up Sam's shirt and Sam shivered genuinely from the temperature in the freezer. Dean laid his right hand, warmed against the heat of his leg, against the center of Sam’s chest. Sam sagged in relief as the presence, the life, the heat from Dean bolstered his shaky, mental defenses.
Sam blinked, and once again his vision was clear. Dean was all he could see and hear, whispering assurances, his eyes blazing with determination that by sheer force of will he would keep Sam whole on this side of the Wall. Sam took back control of his sluggish hand and grasped Dean’s jacket. He pulled himself closer to rest his head on Dean’s shoulder. Here there was fire and warmth. He wasn’t so cold anymore.
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~Nebula
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...but then Dean was all over his ass for watching such a lame show in the first place.
As he should be, Sam, as he should be.
<3
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