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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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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.

"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.

"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!)

GAAAH! Civilian life was supposed to have a lower chance of traumatic brain injury!

LOLLL so much for that^

Oh no, SAM! I'm really looking forward to more of this.

I love how "he's happy to do it, because no one else can." That's just too adorable. Poor Sammy, all bloody and with amnesia. Even the simple things do him in.

Totally loving this!

Hey! I'm probably missing something, but are you planning to post more of this - I'm dying to know what happens next...

I really love this! I hope you update soon!

I will be updating soon, hopefully tonight :D Sorry for the massive delay! School has sort of blown up in my face and I've had no time, but tonight seems to be my night off.

Sam smiles dizzily up at Jess, because his vision is going black and blurry, and he can't feel the throbbing as much. Even though he knows that this is most definitely a bad sign, it's much better than the pain. "My head hurts. Where are we?"

A tear falls and splashes on his cheek. "Come on, babe, you're gonna be fine. There's an ambulance coming, alright? What do you need? Are you -- no, of course you're not okay, that's a stupid question, you're bleeding. Why don't you scoot over here so you're not lying in the -- no, wait, don't move, just stay there, you're gonna be alright." Jess can't stop moving her hands all over him, gently, trying to find a good place to come to rest. Her fingertips are twitching in time with Sam's fluttering heart.

"Sir? Can you tell me your name?" someone asks, from far above him. He considers it for a second, trying to pull his name out of the swirling void of non-memories whirling around his skull, but he can't find it. Trying to shake his head in denial is a terrible idea; his head must certainly be on fire, for the pain rushing through it.

"Sam? Oh, God, Sam --" His eyelids close, and he's asleep.

(Sorry for the short update -- and that it's so late -- I totally do not do comment fic well, this is taking forever. I should be able to do more tonight, though.)

Yay, love the update! No worries about the delay - it's worth waiting for, and we all know how RL gets maddeningly in the way of the important things (like writing :-P).

Bwahaha, YES!
Sam is so much more cheerful about this stuff than my brother. You've got me on the edge of my seat. I can just -- see -- the catastrophe --
Oh, and I LOVE the title.

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