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

Stop, stop thinking about it, stop.

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

Stop thinking about it.

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

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

Sam's okay. He's okay.

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

+

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

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

"Hunting accident," he says.

"And this?"

"Same."

"What about this one?"

"Uh. Fell down some stairs."

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

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

Yeah.

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

+

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

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

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

Stop.

Stop.

Stop thinking about it.

+

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

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

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The blood is getting everywhere.

What is he even doing?

His vision blurs and the sensation of stabbing himself repeatedly with a needle doesn't even hurt anymore. I'm going to die. He's going to pass out. Sorry, Dean.

But Sam closes his eyes and gasps, "Cas."

He made Dean one last promise and he's going to keep it.

"Cas, who art in heaven, lay me down to fucking... Cas, Castiel. Cas!" The last syllable is a hoarse shout, the desperate cry of a man addled by pain and the long shadow of death.

He hears but doesn't see the beat of wings.

He passes out.

+
When Sam comes to, he is curled up in the backseat of the Impala, stiff in every limb. His mouth tastes like shit. His head is woozy. How long has he been out?

Castiel is nowhere to be seen.

There's still blood all over Sam's clothes and staining the upholstery, but no wound at all on his arm.

Well, amen. And nice to see you too.

Whatever. Company is a hassle, and on Cas's part, Sam imagines rebuilding heaven takes up a lot of his attention. Besides, he only needed Cas so he can keep his promise to Dean. You live a good life, Sammy. It's the last thing Sam can remember promising anyone, but sometimes he wonders if he's really honoring it. Sam has been meandering through the country these past months as if he might stumble upon a good life by chance.

Like maybe he might turn a corner and Dean is standing there like--

Stop.

Just stop.

+

In the middle of Arizona desert, Sam pulls up to the side of the road and gets out of the car. He knows this place still. The silhouette of the mesas in the distance. The crooked cactus that looks like a hitchhiker flagging down a ride. Sam brings one bottle of water and he starts walking into the desert with steady measured steps.

There was this thing he read once in a complit class in Stanford:

You do not go into the desert to find identity but to lose it, to lose your personality, to become anonymous. You make yourself void. You become silence. It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. It is very hard in the desert. You must become more silent than the silence around you. And then something extraordinary happens: you hear the silence speak.

The sentiment haunts him these days. Occasionally he lets himself wish that they never burned and salted Dean's body, then there might be a chance that Dean's spirit is still around, the ghost in the desert whose voice Sam might hear if he tries hard enough.

Sam walks and walks, Cain wandering the earth, and this desert is the only place where he doesn't feel like an intruder anymore, or like something in its penultimate phase. The Greek word for 'wanderer' is 'planetes', the root word of 'planet' and Sam thinks it's fitting. It's not necessarily that he is a wanderer; he traverses along a clear orbit anchored to the gravitational force of a bright and unavoidable star.

The sun burns mercilessly above him, and Sam keeps on walking. He is getting close.

When the water bottle is almost empty, he says Dean's name just to say it, an experiment. How does it still feel on his tongue? He goes through weeks without saying Dean's name even once, and sometimes when he realizes how long it's been, he'd say it like some secret, there in the silence of the Impala or the darkness of his motel room. Dean, a soft exhale, and Sam says it twice more as if by saying it three times he can conjure his brother, like in the fairy tales.

The place where they burned Dean's body isn't noticeably marked. The signs Sam can point to are barely discernible: that shrub, those rocks, the colors in the sky at this time of day. Sam knows, he just knows. This is where Dean is.

This is the first time Sam's been back since the actual funeral, and now he has no idea what to do. He is so tired, and he can't tell if the ache in his heart is physical or phantom. He sits down, an awkward folding of his body until he is cross-legged on the ground, elbows on his knees and eyes on the horizon. He waits. He waits and waits, and for what, he doesn't know. But he's here, and he figures that's a good enough for now.

Aw - poor Sam. so sad :(

Sam's life is really difficult, it's true. :(

Thanks for reading.

OMG, I didn't think anyone would pick this one up. I have a morbid love for death fics and aftermath of death fics. The bleakness here is perfect, the way Sam is trying to keep himself tethered to reality, to his promise to Dean, to life, but he just keeps drifting off. And the empty, desert space where Dean's ashes aren't as the empty center of Sam and of the story, just perfect.

Truth be told, your prompt immediately caught my attention! A day later it was still in my mind so I had to write it just to exorcise it. I'm a little bit of an angst-whore, see. ;) Glad you liked it! Thanks!

This is absolutely wonderful, though I wish there was so much more of it!

Please tell me you'll be archiving this on AO3?

Thank you! :D

While I do have an AO3 account, I'm not in the habit of updating it regularly. I have been meaning to archive more of my fics there though. Out of curiosity, why do you want it archived at AO3?

Cause this fic is awesome and I believe all awesome fic should be on AO3 :)

<333 Aww shucks. I reckon I'll put it up eventually then! :D

Sweet! What's your AO3 name so I can subscribe?

http://archiveofourown.org/users/Lassiter/pseuds/Lassiter

I am not a rabid Psych fan, as the name would suggest. Lassiter has totally been my online pseud since before Psych ever even aired, and for a long time I couldn't be bothered to change it. ;)

Aw, wonderful, thank you!

LOL, hey, it'd be okay if you were.

Oh, wow. That is just brutal. Sam, go talk to someone. Anyone. Seriously.

Yeah, certain types of self-preservation escape his knowhow. ;) Thanks for reading.

I cried.

That was stunning. Well done.

Aww! :-O *hugs*

Wow, thanks so much!

That was beautiful and sad.
I'm glad someone picked up the prompt, and filled it so wonderfully.

:D Thank you!

This is my second time reading this, and I am still too flaily to leave an intelligent review. So I figured I'd just better forget about intelligent and tell you it was awesome.

Aww, thank you so much! I'm touched, man. :D

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