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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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FILLED: Just One of Those Weeks Pt. 1

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

It was the stained shirt that finally did him in.

Oh, the week had been crap from day one, really. Sam's favorite shirt had gotten ripped by the beast of the week, and then on top of it he'd had to bleed out on it. They were only scratches, but they were deep, and Sam had had to deal with a concerned and pissy Dean while he'd been put back together.

Then, for some reason, the pain killers he'd taken had kept him up all night. He'd tossed and turned, tried not to rip his stitches, and felt all around miserable. The next day had found him exhausted and trying to translate something with barely any power to keep his eyes open.

"Dude," Dean had told him, watching him trying not to fall asleep into his coffee (which hadn't done any good at all, triple espresso or not), "Just take a nap, all right? Go, lay down. You're making me tired watching you."

The nap had left him waking up with a headache and a severe case of disorientation, so disoriented that he'd almost fallen and would have if Dean hadn't caught him in time. Dean had shoved him back onto the bed and tried not to worry loud enough that it'd keep Sam awake. Because he'd napped during the day, gaining no rest at all, Sam didn't sleep again during the night.

By the third day into the week of hell, Sam had still had a headache. He'd tripped over his own shoes, though he'd thankfully caught himself against the wall - with his nose. Trying to explain to a bewildered Dean who'd come back with breakfast just why Sam's nose was bleeding and swollen wasn't his idea of fun.

Then the breakfast itself had been awful, full of grease and some weird pepper that kept making Sam sneeze. Dean had even offered up his own breakfast, and if that hadn't been a sign of how concerned his brother was, Sam didn't know what else could be. Sam declined, leaving him faced with a breakfast as appealing as congealed pork fat.

Lunch was better...for awhile. An hour later found them stopping at a motel room for the rest of the day while Sam dealt with food poisoning. Dean worried a little louder then, but hey, Sam was pretty loud himself as his stomach turned inside out, so he figured it balanced out. A sore stomach and constant nausea kept him up, again, for the third night in a row.

The next few days weren't anything spectacular either. Sam found himself the victim of a nosebleed due in part to a dry room, a sprained ankle when he didn't realize part of the stairs at the diner were broken, torn hands trying to catch himself as he went down on his newly sprained ankle, his favorite jeans tearing in an intimate place, his laptop refusing to boot thanks in part to a virus that Dean had gotten searching for porn, and a headache that wouldn't stop.

And the not sleeping thing. He kept catching a few hours here and there, enough to survive off of, but what he craved was one night of undisturbed rest, and so far, it wasn't happening. The one night it'd been a possibility, a couple in the parking lot of the motel had had a vicious fight, calling in the motel managers and the cops. Between the yelling and the flashing lights, neither he nor Dean had gotten any sleep. Dean had been frustrated and pissed off: Sam had merely been resigned to the fact that he wasn't sleeping when he was supposed to, again.

Today, Castiel had shown up, given Sam one long look, then stated that he needed to talk. To Dean and Dean alone, presumably, not to the abomination. Sam had offered to do laundry to get out of their hair, then had gingerly hobbled over to the laundromat just a few stores down from their current motel. Anything not to be there while Dean and Castiel spoke in low tones about the apocalypse that was all Sam's fault.

Re: Just One of Those Weeks Pt. 1

[phx69.livejournal.com]

Ooh! Ooh! I am so excited. YOU are doing one of my prompts! That is awesome. Thank you! I totally love this. Sam is having a crappy week. I want to give him a hug myself!

Re: Just One of Those Weeks Pt. 1

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

Oh I've been dying to do one of your prompts! They're all so good! Except I totally feel like needing a hug right now so I'm doing this one. :P

~Nebula

Re: Just One of Those Weeks Pt. 1

[phx69.livejournal.com]

I am glad you chose this one, to be honest. I suspect that with what is coming, Sam could use all the hugs he can get (on the show, I mean :))

FILLED: Just One of Those Weeks Pt. 2

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

The only thing that had been good over the week of crap had been him and Dean, really. Back together and doing okay. They weren't the SamnDean, the one cohesive unit, they'd been before, but Sam doubted they'd ever be there again. Dean had been worried about him during the week, though, and had even offered him his breakfast. That was caring right there.

He just wished that he could talk with Dean about what was going on, too. That he didn't have to leave and feel like the third wheel of a machine that could clearly function with just two. It hadn't been Dean who'd begged Sam to come back: Sam had pleaded with Dean to come back, and had been told at first no. Then, for some reason, Dean had called him back a few hours later with a change of mind.

But thinking about how well Dean and Castiel worked together and didn't need Sam wasn't something he needed to think about today. This week was bad enough as it was. So he threw a load of clothes in, barely managed to find the right amount of quarters to get the machines going, then sat back and tried to ignore the off-key singing from one of the other patrons. He propped his ankle up while he waited, ignored the itching from the stitches, and tried not to think about how red his nose had to look from both the swelling and the excessive bleeding of days prior. God the week had sucked.

Then he pulled the laundry out, and as he was shifting it from washer to dryer, he saw it.

After the fire, Dean had given Sam one of his shirts to wear while they'd bought a new wardrobe. It had been a shirt Dean had bought at a concert, with AC/DC's name scrawled across the front. For some reason, Dean had never asked for it back, and Sam was pretty certain even if he had that he wouldn't have relinquished it. It had become his favorite shirt, the one he drew comfort from, the one he wore when he felt lousy. After Dean had died, he'd worn the shirt almost the point of threadbare. It had gone under every button up, and even when Dean had come back he'd still worn it. He'd always carefully gotten out all blood stains, all food stains, all goo stains. It had been perfect.

Except for now. The detergent from the landromat obviously hadn't agreed with it, or there'd been bleach left over in the washer, or something. Because now, now there was a huge white, blotchy stain all over the shirt, making the logo nearly unrecognizable and ruining it completely. His one constant of comfort, softness and Dean through the years, and it was as destroyed as his relationship with Dean was.

A wave of sudden hopelessness over his situation, over his strained relations with Dean, over the week and over his shirt hit him, and before he knew it he was bending over in the chair, clutching at the ruined shirt, trying to keep his sobs to a minimum. The last thing he needed was for someone to call the cops on the crazy guy crying in the middle of the landromat.

"Sam?"

Sam could only let out a choked sob and curl himself further around the shirt. If Dean found out he was crying over a damn t-shirt, his life was over. That was blackmail material for eternity.

Except it wasn't just the shirt, and he knew it. The tears he'd refused to shed over his mistakes, over losing Dean, over being not wanted, over a week where the universe had again conspired against him...the shirt had just been the last straw.

A hand fell on his shoulder, and Sam could sense Dean kneeling beside him. "Sammy, what's going on? Talk to me, dude. What happened?"

Dean wasn't going to go away until he knew. Sam shoved the shirt in what he thought was Dean's general direction and buried his face in his now free hands. His nose was starting to hurt from the crying, as swollen as it already was, and the bending over was leaving his sore stomach muscles and stitches feeling worse than before.

FILLED: Just One of Those Weeks Pt. 3

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There was silence from Dean's direction, which couldn't herald anything good. Try to get up and continue doing laundry, or stay curled up like a damn turtle in a crap chair while his brother attempted to not laugh at him? If he got up, he could get away and leave Dean to do the rest of the laundry...but he'd see Dean smirking and laughing at him. And that, right now, wasn't something Sam could handle. It just made fresh tears well up in his eyes.

When Dean spoke, it was in a soft tone, but Sam could envision him trying to hold his laughter in. "Sam-"

"Just go away," Sam choked out miserably. "Laugh at me later, all right? I just...I just c-can't right now. Go talk to Castiel about how awful I am, and leave me be, okay?"

Anything to get Dean to just go away and let Sam not so quietly fall to pieces. Yeah, that was the preferred answer to this mess.

Except Dean didn't go away. Dean didn't let out a few hearty chuckles or one big laughing fit. Dean didn't even say anything.

Dean merely shifted, clothes rustling as he moved, and the next thing Sam knew, arms were being wrapped around him and holding him tight. Safe, soft comfort like the t-shirt had been. Dean.

How the hell that was supposed to make Sam stop crying, he didn't know. It only made it worse. It would've been embarrassing any other time, but Sam had passed the point of embarrassment days ago. He was sore, he was tired, he was probably going to catch a virus from someone in the laundromat, the way his luck was running, and he was emotionally drained.

The only thing he wanted to do was cry into his big brother's neck and be held and hugged like he wasn't a mistake, like he hadn't screwed up everything between them for good.

And for once that week, something finally went right for him.

It took awhile for Sam to calm, longer than he would've liked. Dean didn't let go, though, not once. By the time Sam was down to sniffles and hitched breaths, Dean's shirt collar was soaked, and Sam knew his brother's knees had to be killing him from being pressed against the cold linoleum floor for so long. Dean wasn't complaining, though. He seemed content to just hug Sam, and Sam was totally okay with it.

"You've had a suck-ass week, haven't you?" Dean said sympathetically, and Sam snorted wetly.

"Sure we didn't pick up a rabbit's foot somewhere?" Sam whispered hoarsely.

"Dude, do not even joke about that," Dean said, shuddering. "Your luck wouldn't be bad, it'd be dead. I'll take a sprained ankle over dead any day, thanks."

That actually meant a lot, and went a long way to healing something inside of him Sam hadn't thought was broken. "Castiel's probably waiting for you," Sam said. The angel tended to want to talk to Dean for long periods of time, and Sam hadn't been gone for more than twenty, thirty minutes, tops.

"Yeah, well, you didn't answer your phone," Dean said. "Given the week you were having, I wanted to know if you were okay. Which...wound up being a good idea, apparently."

Sam dug blindly in his pocket for his phone and didn't even bother looking at it, just handed it to Dean. Dean took it and rolled his eyes. "It's dead."

"Probably needs a new battery," Sam muttered, and Dean chuckled. He quieted after a moment, then asked the question Sam had been hoping he wouldn't.

"All this for a shirt? I can get you another shirt, Sam."

It wouldn't be the same. And it wasn't really the point. But trying to explain just why Sam had completely fallen to pieces in the middle of some grimy laundromat wasn't going to work. "It was yours," he said softly. It was all he could manage to get out without another set of waterworks turning on. Thinking about the stupid shirt was going to set him off again.

But what was he supposed to do? The damn shirt had been given to him on one of the worst nights of his life, something to wear that didn't smell like smoke. The memory of Dean watching him, handling him like handspun glass, gentle and kind and so much his big brother was enough to make him choke up again. He'd have given anything to have that Dean back. The one that looked at him with love and a determination to make things right.

Re: FILLED: Just One of Those Weeks Pt. 3

[phx69.livejournal.com]

"The only thing he wanted to do was cry into his big brother's neck and be held and hugged like he wasn't a mistake" that got me - right where is hurts. Awww - I am loving this, totally, inhaling it. Wow.

Re: FILLED: Just One of Those Weeks Pt. 3

[phx69.livejournal.com]

Ooh and that hug? I could picture it so clearly - beautiful! Perfect, big brother Dean.

FILLED: Just One of Those Weeks Pt. 4 - END

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

He'd almost decided on whether to pull away from his brother or not when Dean's arms tightened around him. Oh. Guess maybe Dean had realized what shirt it was. It was very obviously Dean's size, not Sam's. And some of the band's name was still visible through the stain, which was another tip-off as to whose shirt it had been originally.

Something outside the laundromat caught Sam's eye, and when his swollen eyes focused in on it, he realized it was a very familiar figure standing outside, trenchcoat flapping slightly in the breeze. "Dean," Sam said quietly, then nodded towards the window when he'd caught his brother's attention.

To his credit, Dean seemed to hesitate before releasing Sam. "I'll be right back," he swore before heading outside, ruined shirt still in his hand. Sam watched him go, suddenly feeling more empty than he had before. With a small sigh he pushed himself back up onto his feet - one solid, one still tender to step on - and shuffled over to the washer to retrieve the rest of the clothes. They were all fine. Of course.

He shoved it all in, closed the lid, and inserted the necessary coins. The second load went into a different washer, and less detergent was used. He closed it up and put in his quarters, then realized he was short one coin. He let his head hit the washer and tried not to cry again. His eyes and nose couldn't take much more.

The soft clink of a quarter sliding in made him turn and look at his savior. Dean was standing beside him, lips turned in like he was trying not to smile. "You really have had a suck-ass week, haven't you bro?" he said.

"Having," Sam corrected. A few more tears leaked out despite his insistence that they stop, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand. "I'm still having it. I wish it were past tense."

When his vision wasn't blurred anymore, he found his brother regarding him with something akin to the way he'd looked at Sam the night of the fire: with that determination to make everything all better. Sam had learned that life wasn't that kind.

"How about we get you off that ankle," Dean suggested softly, and Sam let him catch an elbow and guide them both over to the chairs Sam had been sitting in before.

As they got ready for bed that night, Castiel suddenly appeared and handed something to Dean. He paused before disappearing, however, and actually spoke to Sam. "I'm sorry for the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week you have been having," he said, and damn if he didn't actually sound sincere.

Dean merely shrugged when Sam turned his wide eyed, incredulous stare at him. "I was inspired when I told him," was all he said. Sam shook himself and went back to trying to find something to wear for the night.

"Catch."

Sam immediately turned, hands outstretched to catch whatever Dean was tossing his way. When it wound up softer and lighter than Sam had been expecting, he frowned and straightened out the ball of fabric to better see what it was.

AC/DC's name was spread across the top, just as roughed up and cracked as it had been before he'd put it into the washer. The shirt wasn't stained anymore, however. No white blotch covered the fabric. It looked perfectly fine. Bewildered, Sam raised his eyes to Dean.

Dean was smiling at him from across the room. "I asked Cas if he could at least try and fix it. It doesn't look new, but I figured you wouldn't mind."

Sam swallowed back what would've been the third set of tears that day and clutched at the fabric like a schoolgirl. "Thank you," he managed. It wasn't just about the shirt, and they both knew it.

Dean finally just rolled his eyes and stepped forward. "You're such a girl," he said, but it was Dean who opened up his arms and pulled Sam in for another hug. This time, Sam clutched back at him, shirt still wrapped tight around his fingers. Dean was there, wrapped all around him, determined to make things right in the world of Sam.

Guess sometimes the world could actually be that kind.

And when Sam actually slept through the night and awoke the next morning to coffee and fresh donuts, he figured that the week of crap hadn't been that bad if it led to things like this.

~Nebula

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[phx69.livejournal.com]

Bravo! Bravo! Perfect! And I am glad you had Cas be not so much an ass to Sam at the end. The angel really did give him a hard time for a long time. Loved Dean getting Cas to fix it. I went 'awww' when Sam ran out of quarters - poor kiddo. Loved Dean giving him a second hug. Sam really, really, really did need them, that is for sure. Thank you so much for tackling this prompt. That was awesome and one I know I'll be re-reading much!

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[wallflowerlady.livejournal.com]

Loved loved loved this!! And Cas's comment about the no-good week cracked me up. Dean being all big brotherly... you've started my day off wonderfully for me :-)

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[katsheswims.livejournal.com]

I loved it!!!

Oh, if only Sam and Dean were like this all the time together! But I think they're getting better.

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[crazybeagle.livejournal.com]

I have been making ridiculous "awww" noises for the past fifteen minutes while reading this, and I'm kinda glad my roommate's out right now...
See, this is why no mere mortal--no mere mortal female anyway-- can resist these two. Just saying.
The t-shirt thing just about killed me.
Ah the estrogen this story has produced in me...
>dreamy sigh

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[4422shini.livejournal.com]

Awww, that's really cute! I love the brother love!

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[trasan.livejournal.com]

*sniff*

I'm just glad I have the house to myself right now. First sniffling because I felt bad for Sammy and his sense of hopelessness and...feeling unwanted. Then, more tears for the hug.

Now *I* have a red nose!

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[geminigrl11.livejournal.com]

Aww, so sweet!! I really liked it.

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[carocali.livejournal.com]

Oh, I loved everything about this! And they just showed that episode so it was fresh in my head - making this pull even harder on the heartstrings! Poor Sam, just... everything!

Thanks for taking Sherry's prompt!

:D

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[marziebarz.livejournal.com]

AWWWWWWWWWWW, that was seriously like the cutest thing in the world, at least at the end, and I LOVED THE HUGGING. THEY DO NOT HUG ENOUGH. Also, I kind of love anything that shows that yes, Cas did like Sam in the beginning of Season 5, thanks, so his "terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad week" line both made me laugh SO HARD and made me want to squish him and Sam. They have the most awkward friendship ever and I think its adorable. Anyways, this was really awesome, and I loved it, and I may have died a little on the inside going AWWWWWWWWW at the end =D

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[jennytork.livejournal.com]

YES.

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[samantha890.livejournal.com]

This made me cry as if the pain Sam was feeling, the hurt, the everything, as if it was all mine and not his. It hurt in all the right (or wrong, w/e) spots, every word got to me and I could relate so much to him. This season Sammy has always struck a painful chord with me. Thank you for writing that, it was beautiful.

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[king-ink.livejournal.com]

I can relate to this way too much. I mean, sleep deprivation. And I get the shirt thing perfectly. I've been wearing the same shirt every day for a year since the fixation of my life passed and I just know I couldn't handle it if something happened even though it's already full of holes and cigarette stains. Anyway. I feel for Sammy. So much.

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[jensenrick.livejournal.com]

Just fantastic, as always. You really hooked me in with this one- I could weep over Sam's pain.

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[killabeez.livejournal.com]

Love this! A wonderful response to the prompt. Thank you. :)

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[phx69.livejournal.com]

awww - my heart is breaking for the poor kid. Man, my eyes actually burned when Sam realized the shirt was ruined. Poor kiddo - and his lingering feelings of really not being wanted, awww.... I am glad Dean is there now.

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[sylvia37.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for filling this prompt. Don't ever stop getting these ideas.

Just awesome. Poor Sam. I love that he was worried that someone would call the police over the crazy guy crying in the laundromat. Perfect.