Lunatic

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AUTHOR:scullspeare
SUMMARY: In the midst of snowstorm, a stranger runs into an injured and hypothermic Sam. His memory is spotty; he knows that a hunt went sideways and that Dean's in trouble-he just doesn't know where he is. Outsider POV.
SPOILERS: Set mid-to-late Season 6 (after Sam gets his soul back) and in-between canon hunts.
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke & Co. I am playing in their sandbox, with their toys with much gratitude.
RATING: PG-13 for swearing.
GENRE: Gen/Hurt-Comfort
WORD COUNT: 19K
A/N: This is a very, VERY late response to an ohsam fic challenge. RL has not been kind to my writing time of late so mea culpa for the tardiness. But I've never yet not finished a fic so here it is, hopefully better late than never. The prompt asked for an outsider POV and given that the brothers were at odds for a big chunk of this past season, it seemed like a good opportunity to show the magic of the brothers' bond (in better days!) as seen through the eyes of a stranger. Beta-ed by the always awesome harrigan (many thanks, my friend!), I kept tinkering with it post-beta so any remaining mistakes are mine and mine alone. I hope this little bro-mo fic helps ease the pain of hellatus a little. Enjoy.
PROMPT: Outsider POV. Anytime during the series except season 8/9. No wincest please, anything else is fine. He has no idea who this guy is or how he got this way. All he knows is it's freezing outside, the man is already on the verge of hypothermia, and he is clearly not in touch with reality. He also has no idea who this "Dean" is he keeps mistaking him for, but if it'll help get him off the bridge/street, he will play along. ETA: He can also be she, whatever works.
Lunatic

[FIC] Playing with Magic (Gen, 1/1, PG+)

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Title: Playing with Magic
Characters: Sam, Dean
Genre: H/C, humor
Rating: T
Word Count: 2800+
Warnings/Spoilers: Set in Season Seven, various spoilers for that. Warning for language, same as the show

Summary:   The boys get hit with a spell that dooms them to eternal sleep; cue binge energy drinking and bad Sleeping Beauty jokes.  Now, the spell has been lifted, and all Sam wants to do is sleep - but that's hard to do when Lucifer is sharing the front seat with you.

Written for lauehime's Winchester H/C Meme, for the following prompt:

The boys have been burning the midnight oil for a while. Maybe they're rushing to get a hunt done (graves found and dug, lunar cycle is right now!), maybe they can't sleep because of what they're hunting (witch, demon that invades dreams,etc).

I would love to see them struggling to stay awake, choking down coffee and energy drinks or just running on sheer willpower. And when it's all over and they're tempted just to sleep in the Impala still parked next to the graveyard, etc, encouraging each other to find someplace safe to sleep before they both crash for real. Or being so tired that they don't think they'll be able to fall asleep and then passing out at a diner or a bar.

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"This sucks, man."

"I know."

"Really, really sucks."

"I know, Dean."