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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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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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FILLED: You Have One Saved Message (Sam & Dean, Gen) 1/4

[killabeez.livejournal.com]

Sam came back from the library as the sun sank low over the trees. He crossed the motel parking lot without watching where he was going, head bent over his printout, and almost took a header on the two-inch-high sidewalk that ran in front of the door to their room.

He regained his balance and let out a sigh. The Impala was parked right next to him, covered in a thin layer of road dust, and what were the odds Dean hadn't seen that? The way Dean had been watching him lately, probably about as good as the odds that Sam would grow a third head overnight.

Sam paused, and mentally took that back. The way their lives tended to go? That was definitely not the kind of thing you wanted to think lightly.

He steeled himself to be mocked as he walked through the door, so it caught him by surprise to find Dean sitting at the table staring into space with something clasped between his hands, a look on his face that was anything but mocking.

* * *

"Hey," Sam said, a question in his voice as he stopped on the threshold. Dean blinked, for what might have been the first time in a while. He'd been zoned out, going dark places in his head for long enough that the sun was almost down, and he was sitting in the near-dark.

"Hey," Dean said, his voice hoarse from disuse. He swallowed. "Picked up your new phone," he said.

"Thanks," Sam said, but hesitated. Dean could tell he knew something was wrong, but he hadn't figured out what; he stood inside the door, holding himself like he might have to defend himself, but from what, he wasn't sure. It broke Dean a little further, made him want to put his head between his knees and scream, or punch himself in the forehead, or something drastic.

"Think I got something on how we can summon her," Sam said, testing the waters. It was the queen bitch of all that was evil in the world he was talking about, but at the moment, Dean couldn't bring himself to care.

Dean's eyes fell to the brand new smart phone in his hands. It was state-of-the-art, all the bells and whistles. His geek brother was probably going to have a nerdgasm over it. Dean could picture it; it was the main thing he'd been thinking about the whole time he pretended to listen to the sales guy give him the spiel. Sam's old phone was past due for an upgrade, anyway, and by the time they got Samuel Colt's care package, it had been a hundred and fifty years out of contract.

* * *

"Good news," the guy had told him, while Dean half-listened and smiled at a cute brunette he'd seen checking him out from across the store. "Looks like your brother backed everything up recently. I can restore his contacts and voicemails, text messages—"

"Awesome," Dean told him, thinking that Sam only had two numbers in there that mattered, three if you counted Dean's backup phone, and it wasn't like his brother was getting a lot of texts from hot chicks these days. But whatever, Sam would probably be thrilled not to lose the half a hundred numbers of victims who'd helped them out and friends from Stanford he was never gonna call.

That thought put Dean off flirting for a minute or two, and by the time he looked up again, the brunette had left. Too bad, Dean thought without much regret, and left with Sam's new phone, all loaded up and ready to go.

He'd wandered the mall for a few minutes, half hoping to see the girl again, but his heart wasn't in it. Malls were to Dean Winchester the way the desert was to a shark—which was to say, alien and suffocating after more than three minutes or so. He felt about a hundred percent better when he got back to his car, the afternoon sun streaming in as he slid behind the wheel.

That was when Sam's phone had chimed, syncing up to his account and doing its thing. Dean glanced at it, a thought half-formed about loading the thing up with dozens of ridiculous ring tones before he handed it over. It was what he would have done, before, and lately he'd been realizing that there was nothing stopping them from getting as much of that back as they were willing to try for. Anything seemed possible, now, for the first time in longer than Dean cared to remember.

Re: FILLED: You Have One Saved Message (Sam & Dean, Gen) 2/4

[killabeez.livejournal.com]

That's what he'd been thinking about when his eyes fell on the alert that had popped up on the screen: one voicemail. Play?

Dean put the key in the ignition. But for some reason, his eyes stayed on the phone. He reached out and turned it toward him, so he could read the screen better.

The number looked familiar. Dean frowned a little, trying to place it. Wasn't Bobby's number, not with that area code. Wasn't Dean's either—except, yeah, that was it. It had been one of Dean's, but a couple years back. Before Lisa and Ben. Before everything.

That was weird. Dean sat still, staring at it. His heart had started to beat heavily in his chest, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up for no good reason.

He thought back to what the sales guy had said. They'd restored everything from a server somewhere, some account Sam kept to back everything up to because he was just that OCD. Which meant Sam had saved this on purpose, whatever it was. Not just once, but every time he'd done a backup in the last—what? At least two years? Dean had lost that phone some time after he and Sam had hooked up again in Missouri, after Dean spent three months trying to pretend they were any good to anyone apart.

Why would Sam keep a voicemail from Dean from back then? he wondered. Dean had thought about calling him a hundred times during those months they were separated, but he'd never done it. He remembered that much. He would have gnawed his hands off before he'd have dialed Sam's number in those days, no matter how bad he wanted to. Because of how bad he'd wanted to.

The phone was in Dean's hand, his thumb hovering over the button. Sam would be pissed, if he knew what Dean was about to do, and it was probably nothing. Dean told himself that, and tried to believe it.

But Dean knew Sam, knew this was one of his little secrets, and he'd lived a lifetime of knowing when Sam was keeping something from him. It didn't matter how trivial it was, he couldn't take it, not now. Not when things had been good between them for the first time in so damn long.

Alone in the car, sweating in his jacket, he pressed the button, and held the phone to his ear.

"First saved message," a recorded voice said. And then Dean heard his own voice, so harsh and unforgiving, he almost didn't recognize it. "Listen to me, you bloodsucking freak. Dad always said I'd either have to save you or kill you. Well, I'm giving you fair warning. I'm done trying to save you. You're a monster, Sam. A vampire. You're not you anymore. And there's no going back."

A beep sounded. Dean found himself staring at the phone as if it were poisonous, as if he'd somehow picked up a snake by accident. Or a grenade.

Save? Delete? it asked him.

"What the hell?" Dean said aloud. But staring at the phone didn't make things any clearer.

He'd never said that. Never. Not even at their worst would he have—

Dean's stomach heaved. He pressed the back of one fist to his mouth, breathing deep through his nose to keep from losing it. He was shaking.

Save? Delete?

"You gotta be kidding me," Dean said, but as much as he wanted to believe this was some kind of a sick joke, the screen stared back at him in calm black and white. "You gotta be fucking kidding me—" Every instinct he had told him to hit Delete, but he had to know. He chose Save, and then touched the icon that would show him the date of the message: May 1st, 2009.

Dean stared at the date for a moment, then closed his hand around the phone in a fist and slammed it into the steering wheel in futile, impotent fury, three years too late. "Fucking angels," he swore, and at the moment it was the worst profanity he could think of. If he could have, he would have killed Zachariah all over again, fed him piece by piece to a pack of Hellhounds, or worse.

* * *

Re: FILLED: You Have One Saved Message (Sam & Dean, Gen) 3/4

[killabeez.livejournal.com]

"Dean."

Dean came back to himself with a dull jolt, realizing he'd been staring at the phone in his hands for far too long.

"Dude," Sam said, "you're scaring me. What is it?" He came a step closer, but didn't turn on the light. He moved like Dean was a wild animal he was afraid to spook—a rabid dog who might turn on him at any moment. How many times? Dean wondered, the same thing he'd been asking himself for two hours, now. How many times had Sam played that message and believed it was real? How many days had they sat beside each other in the car from morning to night, bitched at each other and eaten every meal together, joked together, hunted together, had each other's backs—and then spent the night in some motel where Sam had sat ten feet from him and listened to Dean threatening to kill him? Calling him a monster and a freak with nothing but loathing and disgust in his voice?

Dean didn't know how to fix this. It was damage three years done, scored over and over into Sam's psyche, and somehow Sam had reconciled it with the fact that he had to keep going, keep hunting, keep watching Dean's back like it was some kind of freaking penance—

"It wasn't me," Dean said, and his voice came out stilted, as alien-sounding as the recording.

"What?"

Dean reached out without looking at him, offering him the phone like it was burning him, and all he wanted was for Sam to take it out of his hand. Sam took it. And finally Dean looked up, suddenly needing to make Sam understand this one thing more than he needed air to breathe. "Sammy. It wasn't me. I know—" His voice betrayed him, but he rushed ahead because he had to get this out. "I know you got no reason to believe me, after all this time, but you have to, okay? You have to."

Sam got it. Dean saw when it happened, when Sam took the phone and made the leap of understanding. Of course he did. He was a smart guy, and this was his thing, getting his geek on for technology and the way it made life so easy these days. The way it made sure you never lost anything important, even if you left your phone in 1861 and had to replace it a hundred and fifty years after the fact. The way it made sure you could save a recording of the one family member you had left threatening to kill you—for all eternity, if you wanted to. If you were Sam, and you thought you deserved that.

Dean was on his feet, then, because he couldn't sit still for this. He couldn't. "Sam. Look at me."

And Sam did, but Dean could hardly stand the look on his face. "Dean, you don't have to—"

"Shut up, okay?" Dean said, and he thought he might break apart if Sam didn't believe him. He took a breath, and it felt like there were shards of glass in his chest. "It was a trick. That voicemail, that wasn't me." Sam shook his head, falling back a step, like he'd rather be anywhere but here, but Dean moved with him and grabbed hold of him, holding him still. "No. You look at me. If you ever trusted me, if you only ever believe one thing I tell you again, then believe this much. I could never say something like that. Never. Okay? Not even when I was so pissed at you I couldn't see straight. You're still my brother. You always will be."

Re: FILLED: You Have One Saved Message (Sam & Dean, Gen) 4/4

[killabeez.livejournal.com]

Sam stared at him for a long, awful moment that felt like being under the knife. It still happened like that sometimes. Not nearly as bad as when it was Robo-Sam looking back at him, but the wall in Sam's head wasn't just a metaphor. Sometimes Dean looked in his eyes and was reminded all over again that there was so much Sam didn't remember. Sometimes, he thought it didn't stop at the moment Sam stepped into the Pit. He'd more or less accepted that, because it was so goddamned worth it to have the real Sam back, whole and alive and at his side, but that didn't mean it didn't squeeze at his guts sometimes, knowing Sam could slip away from him at any moment. That Dean might never know just how much of himself Sam had sacrificed that day. That maybe it was too good to be true.

This was one of those moments. Dean laid the truth out for him and Sam looked at him like he was possessed, like this was the trick, and he couldn't let himself believe it because if he did—

Sam's eyes shone suddenly, in a way Dean hadn't seen since that year after Dean made his deal. "Really?" Sam said in a small voice.

Dean wanted to shake him. Like it wasn't enough that Dean had sold his soul for him, that he'd made a wager with Death to get him back, that he would walk through Hell and Heaven and every place in between to keep Sam with him, Sam still couldn't believe he deserved to have anything good. To have anyone love him.

"Really," Dean told him, putting all of his conviction into it, every mile of the hard road he'd taken to be able to say that and mean it without reservation. "And if you think otherwise, then you're as stupid as I always said you were."

He meant it to come out pissed, to let Sam know he didn't appreciate his brother being so goddamned thick in the head, so Sam wouldn't ever believe some bullshit trick like that again. But the small, desperate, hopeful look on Sam's face undid him. It'd been so long since he'd seen Sam want anything like that, never mind something for himself. Sam had been honest to a fault since he'd gotten his soul back, and he'd been trying, God knew, to be there in every way that mattered. Dean knew he had. It counted for a lot. With Dean, who would have been happy to have him back even if he lied and faked it till the cows came home, it counted for almost everything.

But it wasn't the same as having Sam look at him like Dean was everything he'd ever wanted, like hearing Dean tell him they were still brothers was some kind of miracle he could barely believe in.

"Jesus Christ, Sammy," Dean heard himself say, and before he knew he meant to, he reached out and pulled Sam into his arms. "Don't look at me like that. Seriously. You're gonna piss me off."

Sam didn't fight it. He bowed his head and held on tight, a sob breaking out of him that gutted Dean to the quick. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and high with feeling.

"And don't say you're sorry, for fuck's sake. Jesus."

Dean shut up, then, because if he kept talking, Sam wasn't gonna be the only one making a mess of things. There's nothing you could do that would make me not love you, he wanted to say, and he wished like hell he was the kind of guy who could say things like that, just once.

Instead, he let Sam do his thing, holding on like a freaking giant octopus and getting Dean's neck and shoulder wet, until it was long past the point of embarrassing and well into unmanly, in a permanently ego-damaging sense.

The last of the day faded out of the sky. It was getting dark in their motel room, the shadows deepening, but the thought that came into Dean's head wasn't that this was weird, or that they should stop, but that no one could see them, here, in this nondescript room in the middle of nowhere. It was just him and Sam, like it always had been, and as many times as they'd clung to each other literally and figuratively when there was nothing and nobody else to hold on to, this didn't feel like that. It felt instead like all those other times were practice for this, for the moment when they were allowed to acknowledge everything they were to each other, everything they'd been through and everything they'd fought for, and believe it was real.


~ end ~

Re: FILLED: You Have One Saved Message (Sam & Dean, Gen) 4/4

[counteragent.livejournal.com]

Aw!!! I will NEVER tire of The Voicemail fics, and I love how perfectly saving this voicemail of guilt works with a Sam doing penance.

Also, thanks for making a gen version!

Re: FILLED: You Have One Saved Message (Sam & Dean, Gen) 4/4

[embroiderama]

Oh wow, this is gorgeous! I love it so much. *wibbles*

Re: FILLED: You Have One Saved Message (Sam & Dean, Gen) 4/4

[khakigrrl.livejournal.com]

*sniffles*

Oh, boys!!!

You made me cry, dang it. Just when I'd thought the voicemail'd been done every way possible you come in and make me hurt with Sam like it just happened. Soooooooo good. Love that scene at the end of the boys hugging and Sam crying all sloppy and lovey and Dean right there with him. :-D Does my heart good.

Re: FILLED: You Have One Saved Message (Sam & Dean, Gen) 4/4

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

You...

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You is AMAZING. And yes, thank you for making it gen! Now that you've mentioned it, though, I'd love to see the Sam/Dean ending too. Because I'm just that selfish. :P

LOVE. LOVE how Dean's trying to come out pissed off that Sam could believe it but it's tearing him up inside that Sam's been listening to this, Sam's been believing this for so long.

This is what I want in show. OH you have made my DAY.

Also, this?

until it was long past the point of embarrassing and well into unmanly, in a permanently ego-damaging sense.

Full on snorted. That line is GOLD.

~Nebula

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[persuna.livejournal.com]

♥_♥ I never ever get tired of Voicemail fic, but this is extra extra specially amazing. Sometimes you come across a fic that just completely fulfills all your secret, most indulgent fannish wishes about a situation, and sometimes that fic is even well written and in character. This is that fic! I love love love it and I will be bookmarking and saving it and rereading it forever and ever.

As much as I have gnashed my teeth over the voicemail NEVER GETTING RESOLVED WTF, Dean finding the voicemail now, when things are so good between him and Sam, is the most heartbreaking thing ever. And I masochistically love the angst that him having hours to think about it brings out.

Dean didn't know how to fix this. It was damage three years done, scored over and over into Sam's psyche, and somehow Sam had reconciled it with the fact that he had to keep going, keep hunting, keep watching Dean's back like it was some kind of freaking penance—

At that I totally teared up. And when Sam started to believe him. But my favourite bit is the epic, epic hug. :D

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[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

you = awesome

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[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Oh, BOYS. This...this was just nice.

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[tripoli.livejournal.com]

I got stuck at work for like eleven hours today, and this is exactly what I needed to come home to.

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[alchemise]

Aw, SAMANDDEAN!!! That was wonderful. ♥

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[procne92.livejournal.com]

This is my Ultimate Favorite voicemail!fic. Thanks for writing it.

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[ladytiferet.livejournal.com]

I'm a sucker for fixing fics, it was wonderful!
The show needs more if this :)

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[lyxie.livejournal.com]

Oh, boys! So, so, so sad, but also so beautiful at the same time. Great job

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[jennytork.livejournal.com]

LOVED THIS

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[faege.livejournal.com]

I've actually never read voicemail fic before and I've always wished that SOMEONE would fix it, so this was a real treat to read. Great job!

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[minviendha.livejournal.com]

I love this. All of it.

How many times? Dean wondered, the same thing he'd been asking himself for two hours, now. How many times had Sam played that message and believed it was real? How many days had they sat beside each other in the car from morning to night, bitched at each other and eaten every meal together, joked together, hunted together, had each other's backs—and then spent the night in some motel where Sam had sat ten feet from him and listened to Dean threatening to kill him? Calling him a monster and a freak with nothing but loathing and disgust in his voice?

This bit was particularly standout because of the image it conjures that is just that painful and wonderful.

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[roque-clasique.livejournal.com]

LOL I am new to this thing they apparently call "Voicemail fic", because I didn't watch most of the end of S5 -- but, goodness, if this is what the fuss is about, then fuss away! This was amazing and really moving. I got a bit teary even before they hugged. So sweet, and beautifully written.

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[sinka.livejournal.com]

*THIS* is the voicemail fic I always wanted!! (are you sure you're not a mind-reader?)

I'm still not over the fake voicemail and kind of sure Sam isn't either, so it makes a lot of sense that Sam has been holding into it up until now! and Dean's reaction was so believable, berating himself for not knowing earlier, and Sam seemed so small... not daring to hope he was still loved... just, perfect, really.

Thank you very much!!

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[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Aww, that was so well written and beautiful- add me to the list of people who can’t get enough of voicemail!fic :)

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[emmram.livejournal.com]

Like it wasn't enough that Dean had sold his soul for him, that he'd made a wager with Death to get him back, that he would walk through Hell and Heaven and every place in between to keep Sam with him, Sam still couldn't believe he deserved to have anything good. To have anyone love him.


Heart-breaking and FABULOUS. ♥ ♥ ♥

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[sandymg.livejournal.com]

Loved this. Found the Wincest version first but came back to this one. I like my boys canon. So sweet. Would love the Show to address but feel like this ship has long sailed. But thank goodness for lovely fanfics like yours.

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[seschat.livejournal.com]

Hearts in my eyes! ♥____♥