comment fic meme!

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Following the results of the poll we took last month (don't make it easy on us or anything, guys, haha!), we've decided to hold a comment fic meme once every three months. This gives everyone time to write and prompt to their heart's content, and allows us mods to keep up with y'all. And we're starting right now!

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THE RULES

→ Leave a comment here with your prompt. This is a Sam-focused hurt/comfort community, so Sam should be the one in the hurt/comforted role. Your prompts may involve sick!Sam, hurt!Sam, angsty!Sam, basically anything that results in Sam being on the receiving end of hurt/comfort. (No rules against whumping other characters as well, of course, but you have to whump Sam first. ;) )
→ In your prompt, please state your desired characters or pairings. All genres/pairings welcome, but no real-person (RPF) prompts.

Example A: “Sam, Dean, gen, set in season 2. Sam has a vision and passes out. Cue caring!Dean and limp!Sam.”
Example B: “Sam/Dean, trauma. Sam is injured on a hunt, Dean freaks out when he thinks Sam might be dead.”

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→ Prompts can be as short or detailed as you like. Remember though - more detail means less wriggle room for the writer, which might lower the chances of someone picking up your prompt.
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THE MASTER LIST

Headache by verucasalt123
Sam has a headache and Dean tries to make him feel better.

Taming the Dragon by mentholpixie
Dean finds out Sam has become addicted to some kind of very hard street drug (heroin, meth, cocaine, something like that) and tries (with or without success, surprise me) to help him kick.

Light Will Guide You Home by tahirire
Sam/Sarah Blake, anytime after they parted ways at the end of "Provenance." Because Sam needs non-monster lovin', and he's into dark-haired girls anyway.

The Shadow Dancer by running_hot
Sam has a high fever. A monster has Dean. The rescue would be going much better if Sam could tell which things were actually happening and which were in his head.

Touched By an Angel by mamapranayama
Fill in the gaps between when Cas took down Sam's wall in that alley, until Dean and Bobby get Sam back into the panic room.

Mo Bhràthair E A' Chantainn by ramblin_rosie
Dean and Sam had their own language when they were children, like twins sometimes do. In long car trips, to signal each other, to communicate in close quarters without their father knowing what they were saying. It faded over time, but now, with Sam so often broken form reality and Dean desperate, remembering that language is what saves them. Post 6x22.

In My Time... by jennytork
Sam on a spinal board. Don't mind why, how whatever, but Sam freaking out due to being strapped down, and Dean reassuring him that it will all be ok.

Eternity by emmram
What if the cage were timeless, or outside of time, and returning to time after being timeless had major repercussions? Physiological, where all Sam's heart rate and breathing rhythms and such were fouled up; psychological, where he no longer knows how to follow a conversation or text or train of thought consecutively without jumping about. Go wild: anything from nausea and dizziness to psychosis. Maybe strong rhythms, like waves or music with a regular beat, help ground him. Or sex, if you wanted to go the pairing route.

don't let me know we're invisible by mimblexwimble
ean finds out Sam has become addicted to some kind of very hard street drug (heroin, meth, cocaine, something like that) and tries (with or without success, surprise me) to help him kick.

Real by brokenangel6662
Post-6x22. Sam falls apart. Dean tries to help. That is all.

Folk Rememdies by anonymous
Giant jellyfish. Sam's in the water. Dean isn't. GO!

Into the Night by youaredriving
Sam starts sleepwalking - he walks into the cold night air (not very healthy), he hurts himself while asleep (like cutting or banging his head)

Turn Your Back by vail_kagami
From Cas's POV. Post 6x22. During one of Sam's worst breaks, Dean clings to his brother in just another cheap motel room that make up their lives. He holds Sam and whispers and tries to soothe him, desperation radiating off him as Sam gets worse. Unseen, Castiel watches the two people who'd called him family. He either doesn't know why he feels compelled to watch them suffer like this or realizes he still feels something for them (love/remorse). Would prefer no romantic attachments.

Untitled by verucasalt123
Sam smokes cigarettes. He knows it's a bad habit. He knows he smokes way more than he should. He keeps on smoking anyway.

Automatic Reflex by monicawoe
Sam lifts a car. Of course, Sam throws his back out doing it.

Near Miss by laurificus
Sam does not want to be comforted. Dean is like, 'Yeah well I don't want to make you feel better anyway'

Vegetable Pot Pie by ennyousai
Dean has to feed up a Sam who doesn't trust the world around him. Dean is the only person he sorta kinda trusts; he won't accept food unless Dean is the one who prepares it and offers it. Cue lots of cooking!Dean, talking soothingly and acclimating Sam to a domestic routine.

To Hold Your Broken Soul by authoressnebula
I just kind of loved remembering-hell!Sam, and would like to see more of him. Especially some physical h/c. Sam’s face is burned and he looks like he could use a Dean to clean him up and take care of him, you know? And if you want to move on to emotional h/c after that, that’s fine too.

Spiders from Mars by anonymous
Sam loses his hair (reason up to you) and he is embarrassed by his lumpy skull. Depending on the cause of the hair loss, I can actually see this as being either really lulzy or really sad and either is okay with me.

Most Likely To... by monicawoe
Sam meets old friends from Stanford and they don't recognize him, what with him and Dean swooping in all huge and violent with guns and knives and arcane rituals to rescue them all from some horrifying eldritch creature. And then his friends are all, "OMG! It's Psycho Sam who was a closet satanist and was wanted by the FBI!" And Sam is very conspicuously injured, but he and Dean can't stop to patch him up because the eldritch creature is still trying to rip their throats out. And Sam's feelings are hurt because his old friends are scared of him now.

And They Cry to See Your Face by honeylocusttree
Sam meets old friends from Stanford and they don't recognize him, what with him and Dean swooping in all huge and violent with guns and knives and arcane rituals to rescue them all from some horrifying eldritch creature. And then his friends are all, "OMG! It's Psycho Sam who was a closet satanist and was wanted by the FBI!" And Sam is very conspicuously injured, but he and Dean can't stop to patch him up because the eldritch creature is still trying to rip their throats out. And Sam's feelings are hurt because his old friends are scared of him now.

Cold Hard Truth by jpunkin
Sam suddenly knows when people are lying.

Bleed as it Grows by transfixeddream
Post-6.22. One comparatively minor issue in the mile-long list of all the ways Sam's been screwed up by the destruction of the Wall is the fact that he can't shave himself anymore. But it's eating at him, not just because he's irritated by the way being unshaven looks and feels so much as it is the principle of it-- the fact that he's so freaking scared to do something that used to be so easy before. But so much as touching a razor freaks him out because of all the unpleasant associations he now has with razors and blades in general, let alone scraping one across his face, and he can't get over it. Dean realizes it's upsetting him and decides to help out.

Alone Without You by tattooeddevil
Sam has a terminal heart condition. Dean rents a beach house.

It's All Fun and Games by cherry916
Sam and the Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Haircut

Do I Not Bleed? by greeneyes_fan
Robo!Sam is still human, even if he doesn't sleep. He comes down with a really horrific case of the 'flu: fever, chills, that nasty cough that settles right in your chest and makes it hurt to breathe, aching muscles, the whole nine yards. Dean knows how to deal with Sam when he's sick, but Robo!Sam is a whole other matter. How do you take care of a guy who not only views this sickness as just an annoying inconvenience and resists any and all forms of caretaking, but also can't/won't sleep which is the main thing that would help?

The Language of Angels by monicawoe
Post 6x22. Sometimes Sam's breaks aren't too disasterous, sometimes they're catastrophic. He'll scream and tremble and speak only enochian. Desperate to help, Dean, haltingly, learns some broken Enochian words so he can try to reach his brother. Gen preferred.

Pandamonium by mamapranayama
Sam gets mauled by an escaped panda or other cuddly animal at the zoo.

The Other Brother by radiumgirl
Sam and Adam are pulled from the cage at the same time. Sam is not right, and Adam, stuck as his caretaker, is not pleased (the reason for Adam not being the same kind of drooling mess is up to the author). Basically, Adam really really doesn't want to care and holds onto his resentment for dear life, but Sam is all psychotic and hopeless so it's kind of hard. Cue grudging compassion and Adam dragging Sam around the country, hitchhiking with truckers and stuff while trying to keep Sam's lunacy on the down-low, in search of anyone else who wants to take him, anyone at all. When he finally gets his chance to be rid of Sam for good and for keeps, he barely has one foot out the door before he notices Dean/Bobby/the psychiatric nurse/whoever trying to calm Sam down and doing it all wrong. Breaking up is so hard to do.

Big Brothers and Hot Dogs Never Mix by cherry916
Sam gets sick in the Impala. Not just a little, we're talking projectile vomiting, splattering and making a big huge mess. Any season, but not pre-series. Gen, please.

Relief by si_star_x
After a bad fall Sam badly bruises and/or cracks quite a few ribs, he's in agony and relies on Dean to help him through his simple everyday tasks.

Misplaced Comment Fic by greeneyes_fan
Hilarious. Cas rocks! No wait, you rock!

Where There's Smoke by roque_clasique
Sam smokes cigarettes. He knows it's a bad habit. He knows he smokes way more than he should. He keeps on smoking anyway.

True Colors tifaching
CRACK. Or whatever. Castiel and Balthazar go on a roadtrip together in order to rediscover their inner peacocks. (Don't ask, it's an angel thing.) Unfortunately, things go horribly awry and Sam ends up getting pecked half to death when the peacocks turn murderous. Luckily for him, Dean is awesome.

Mirror, Mirror purplehrdwonder
There's an old belief that you see your soul when you look into a mirror. Sam's soul has been in the Cage for hundreds of years. What does he see when he looks at his own reflection? What's in the mirror, staring back at him every morning when he tries to shave?

My life on paper glovered
Seems like after what happened when the wall fell, Sam's brain periodically reverts to amnesia under stress. He doesn't go into a coma, but whatever random triggers he has for his hell flashbacks, his consciousness sidesteps them by becoming blank!slate!Sam.

Sam's Soul brokenangel662
Sam's soul watches, terrified and desperately wanting to join his body as it gets dragged from the cage.

Another Point of View ceedeeandco
Post-wall: It’s not that Sam is hallucinating so much as he’s now capable of seeing into other dimensions. Which, of course, to the untrained eye, comes off as Sam hallucinating. Dean, unfortunately, is an untrained eye, and the inter-dimensional being who might have formerly conveniently let Dean in on the secret is currently off playing God somewhere. So, Dean is going to go with the “Sam hallucinates ALL THE TIME” theory and acts accordingly. Does he ever figure it out?

Metronome geek_chic_girl
OK, this is an odd idea I've had kicking around since 5.22. What if the cage were timeless, or outside of time, and returning to time after being timeless had major repercussions? Physiological, where all Sam's heart rate and breathing rhythms and such were fouled up; psychological, where he no longer knows how to follow a conversation or text or train of thought consecutively without jumping about.

Your Name in Lights by honeylocusttree
What torments Sam most about his memories of the Cage, after he gets a tenuous grip on the flashbacks and fear, is how he broke there: in the worst way a Winchester could possibly break. He remembers wishing Dean was there instead of him. Dean assumes that Sam is miserable and ashamed because of something done to him, instead of anything he'd done, and Sam is inconsolable. Does Dean ever figure it out? Can Sam ever move on?

Along Came a Spider by mamapranayama
As many cellars, abandoned houses, rotting warehouses, and other manky spaces as these guys have run through, I figure their chances of getting tagged have to be pretty high. Sam has a run-in with Lactodectrus mactrans, which in turn leads to all the fun and joy of latrodectism. Dean's there to do the motel rool triage (and the big brother thing) when the agonizing full-body cramps set in, of course. Mega-super bonus points and my eternal love for some kind of background plot, especially if it gives Sam occasion to be awesome, but mainly, I'd just love to see him in agony from Black Widow venom.

Lest Thou be Consumed by jpunkin
After being in the Cage, Sam can't even really tell when he's been hurt, no matter how bad it is. He'll get hurt in a hunt and not know till Dean freaks and tells him he's bleeding. He'll wander off barefoot, lost in his head, and Dean will wake up and run after him. His feet will be all cut up and bloody and Dean's panicking that he doesn't know what's wrong with his brother and doesn't know how to help him. Gen preferred.

Unable to Stay by youaredriving
Sam is a bit shell-shocked after a hunt (maybe an innocent person dies? Someone he knew/got to know?) and has blood on his hands, arms, and face. Thus, Dean has to gently remove his clothes, get him into the shower, get in after him, and bathe him. Sam, still very much out of it, is highly compliant. Afterwards, Dean gets him dressed and into bed. Maybe he cuddles with him, and/or tries to coax him out of his stupor.

Just Following Orders by ramblin_rose
Sam shoots his father. On purpose or accident -- repercussions are going to be severe in any case.

You Never Forget Your First by authoressnebula
The boys are arguing. And this happens to be the one and only time that Dean ever takes his anger out on Sam in a violent way. Maybe it was an accident. Maybe he was really drunk. Maybe he was cursed. Maybe he was just really angry and he screwed up. The thing is, Sam actually gets hurt, and it's Dean's fault. Cue massive guilt and general awesomeness afterwards.
Brownie points if Sam thinks he deserved it for whatever reason. Or is angry about it. Or somehow scared of Dean.

The Cancer Inside by purplehrdwonder
Dean tangles with a djinn who grants you what you want most, with a wicked sense of what it probably thinks is humor. Dean's pissed at Sam, angry, just wants Sam to shut up and listen and grovel maybe a little bit more because hey, the guy jumpstarted the apocalypse and betrayed Dean. So yeah, Dean wants that. And in this world, Dean gets just that.

Cooler Than Me by authoressnebula
Wee!Sam (5-12) catches the eye of an infertile witch. She kidnaps him and casts a spell on him to make him believe that she is his mother.

Not Exactly Clarence by minviendha
Sam, Cas, gen, sometime in Season 5. Sam gets sick, and Cas is the only one who notices. Sam is ignoring the problem until it goes away; cue Cas trying (awkwardly) to take care of him.

To Be Redeemed by brokenangel6662
Sam falls apart. Dean tries to help. That is all.

Draining by 27_jaredjensen
Sam has the mother of all chest colds, a raging headache, draining fever, wracking chills. By all rights he should be in bed, but people are dying and bones need to be burned and Dean can't do it alone. So here they are, in the middle of a forest in the pouring rain, trying to light a stupid match because of course the lighter fluids all gone...you get the idea, right? One of those no good, pain in the ass, nothing going right, suck-the-life-from-your-bones days. Grumbling but protective Dean would be awesome.

Mother Instinct by norahy
Season 2: The boys are forced to crash at the Roadhouse for a time. Sam is hurt/sick/whatever and in bad shape, and Ellen decides the poor boy needs some serious mothering.

Comments

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Sam has a headache and Dean tries to make him feel better.
Any pairing/season/etc.

FILLED - Headache 1/2

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

The beginning was just…well, like the beginning always was. Dean asked me if something was wrong, to which I automatically replied “no”, like there was an inherent weakness in saying “yes”.

And ok, fine, it’s not like that reaction just magically fell from the sky. But after all this time, I could tell Dean was hoping at least once I’d tell him the truth. I had my eyes closed tight even under sunglasses, and my fists were clenched against my thighs. Dean made it clear that if I thought he didn’t know, I was dumber than my LSAT score indicated. This was the beginning of one of my uncontrollable headaches, the ones that Dean referred to as “episodes”, which pissed me off on account of it sounded like “getting the vapors” or some girly shit that happened to Melanie Wilkes in Gone With The Wind.

I just called them headaches. Which was fair, because it was true that my head hurt like a motherfucker, it was obvious, it hurt so much that sweat poured down my face and I could hardly keep from crying, but at the same time, I got anxious, couldn’t stand light or sound, was barely able to lift my head, and sometimes vomited for an hour or more.

This was it, though. Dean had held me and protected me through these things more times than I could count. They’d started when I was 14 or so and only gotten worse as I’d gotten older. It was hard to travel in the car with symptoms this severe, but Dean hadn’t given me any choice and I’d been in no condition to argue, considering that no words came out of my mouth when I tried to talk. He cut up an old t-shirt and tied it around my head, covering my eyes and at the same time relieving a bit of the pressure, about an hour after he recognized the signs that I tried so hard to hide. He turned the Impala around and headed toward Sioux Falls where Bobby assured us there would be a friend of his there, a medical doctor who “owed him a favor” (seriously, who DIDN’T owe Bobby a favor?). We were done looking for the things we always looked for – psychic phenomena, curses, residual traces of demon blood infection, you know, the usual. We were taking a bold step into the unknown and involving a medical doctor.

As much as I tried to hold them back, the tears started a little outside of Pierre. I shook with the effort of holding them in but it made the pain in my head worse, so I just let go. About a hundred miles from the salvage yard, I broke down and asked Dean to pull over so I could puke on the side of the road. I knew it hurt Dean almost as much as it hurt me when this happened, having to watch me suffer through this. He never hesitated for a second before he knelt down beside me in the roadside dirt and traced circles on my back with his hand as I retched and dry heaved toward the ground.

Once I got kind of sorta recovered, and Dean had gently maneuvered me back into the car, handing me a cool but not cold bottle of water (too cold was bad), he got back in the driver’s seat and hauled ass, getting me to Bobby’s in record time. And yes, it was record time, I knew, because Dean actually kept a record in his brain of how fast he could cross any given stretch of highway. (I would have rolled my eyes at his comment about “making good time” had I been capable of doing so, and I wasn’t unaware that me not being able to roll my eyes at my brother was a serious problem).

I laid down on the sofa and whispered my answers to the doctor’s questions the best that I could.

And seriously? In our life? Everything that happened to us? The diagnosis could not have come as more of a shock. My responses to the doc’s questions about what my symptoms were, how long they lasted, what I had done, seen, eaten and drunk in the hours before these headaches occurred gave us an honest-to-God medical diagnosis.

Sam is allergic to time (gen or Sam/Dean)

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

OK, this is an odd idea I've had kicking around since 5.22. What if the cage were timeless, or outside of time, and returning to time after being timeless had major repercussions? Physiological, where all Sam's heart rate and breathing rhythms and such were fouled up; psychological, where he no longer knows how to follow a conversation or text or train of thought consecutively without jumping about. Go wild: anything from nausea and dizziness to psychosis. Maybe strong rhythms, like waves or music with a regular beat, help ground him. Or sex, if you wanted to go the pairing route.

Re: Sam is allergic to time (gen or Sam/Dean)

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

OMG, this is brilliant. You, m'dear, are the queen of prompts.

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean, established relationship, slash or gen. Dean finds out Sam has become addicted to some kind of very hard street drug (heroin, meth, cocaine, something like that) and tries (with or without success, surprise me) to help him kick. Any season, or even pre-series, doesn't matter.

[(Anonymous)]

Yes! This! I hope someone fills your prompt!

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Post-6x22. Sam falls apart. Dean tries to help. That is all.

Fill- Real 1/2

[brokenangel6662.livejournal.com]

Summary: Sam has trouble separating Dean from the archangels because when he was in the Cage, they would make him think he was back with Dean, only to snatch everything out from under him again.


Dean held his hands up and apart in a placating gesture wondering where the hell Bobby had gotten off to because Dean didn’t know what to do.

Sam scrabbled back against the wall, hitting his head hard on the plaster. He made a wounded sound that tore through Dean and gripped his head, curling up as small as something his size ever could.

“Whoa. S’okay Sammy. It’s me. You’re okay.”

“J-Just don’t-“ Sam clenches and unclenches his jaw. “Don’t…touch me, okay?”

“Sammy, it’s me. I swear. I don’t know how to convince you…” Dean searched his mind for something, anything. It was dangerous territory, but… “Hey, you remember me getting you back, right? Remember the last few months? We’ve been hunting again.”

He was careful to skirt around the soulless year even though he was fairly positive Sam knew about it all now. But his brother wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders at the moment. Who knew what years he had squeezed in his head and how many just wouldn’t fit in there at once. They seemed to cycle around, only adding to his little brother’s confusion.

Sam shook his head, closing his eyes and trying to wrest some control over himself. It took a vast amount of effort for Dean to restrain himself from leaping at Sam when his brother dug his nails into the side of his face.

“No. No, not that easy.” A hysterical laugh bubbled up before Sam opened slitted eyes to glare sideways at Dean with a loathing that took his breath away. Just as quickly, it shifted to gut-wrenching grief as his baby brother choked out his name. “De…”

Testing out a tentative smile, Dean’s about to reach out to Sam again when everything shifts once more. Hatred and hope, some strange mix of the two. Sam’s never sure which one he is.

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Early teens Sam. He's not proud of how the latest hunt (maybe his first hunt?) turned out, and Dad's already off somewhere else. Dean steps in to help.

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Sam/Sarah Blake, anytime after they parted ways at the end of "Provenance." Because Sam needs non-monster lovin', and he's into dark-haired girls anyway.

Light Will Guide You Home

[tahirire.livejournal.com]

So this just totally kind of happened and is probably nothing at all like what you were looking for. Yay? I blame Florence and the Machine. *hides behind a bush*

Light Will Guide You Home

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.

"Sam?"

You don't recognize her at first. Not because of time, or because she's changed, but because you can barely sense her standing there. But she is there and she glows, one light brighter than the dead souls all around you. Even though you can't see her face, the sparkling purple aura that surrounds her makes you want to smile.

"Sarah Blake,” you say, drawing the name out slow. It has been at least five years - more than a lifetime ago. You answer without turning around, knowing that she hasn't seen you yet - not really - and you aren't sure that you want her to.

Then her hand is on your shoulder and you let her turn you - you don't want to burn her - and you wait to see her soul-light stutter and grow dim like all the others.

Nothing happens for a a handful of heartbeats. You hold your breath.

Then she moves, but to your surprise, it isn’t to pull away. There is a rustle of fabric, probably something sheer - classy - and Sarah’s small hand touches your cheek. You close your eyes, for what protection it will give her.

“Sam,” she says again, in that soft hushed tone you are used to hearing in hospital rooms and funeral homes, and then it comes, the flutter you were waiting for. The vibrant purple light deepens and takes on a darker hue, rippling with what can only be a deepening wave of fear.

You move to turn away from her before her fear can become grief. You are tired of seeing people grieve for you - grief is wasted on the dead.

You manage two steps and it hurts -you are trying to push too hard, move too fast, escape - every ounce of weight sends screams through the fissures and pits that Lucifer left inside you, and you can’t help it, you bite back a groan of pain and wipe the sudden sweat from your brow with your sleeve.

Sarah catches your hand and you freeze, disbelieving. “Sam, wait,” she says, and the dark hue covering her soul swirls into the mist and is gone, leaving the bright, untainted light behind. You can picture the flush of her cheeks, the way she bites her lip shyly as she threads her fingers through yours, barely reaching all the way around. “Come with me,” she says, and, “I missed you.”

Now she is the one holding her breath.

You shake your head out of reflex. “I couldn’t, I ...” you start to say, but the lights shimmer and dance, and you feel her laughter before it meets your ears.

“Nonsense.” She dismisses your weak protest with a haughty toss of her soft brown hair. It is shorter and there are more layers, and you wonder if your fingers would recognize the strands. “You’re coming with me.”

She’s just as willful as she was on the day that Dean told you to marry her, and now you really do smile.

She pulls your hand in close to her heart, threading her arm through yours. She is small, but what little weight she takes from you feels huge. She starts to move through the crowd, and you go with her.

You go.

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Sam comes out to Dean, and Dean is fine with it. Sam keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop. Dean finally figures it out and reassures him. Preferably not Sam/Dean, though indications of future Sam/Dean would be great.

Question?

[ladyjane]

Could you clarify what 'the other shoe' is? I don't know if you are talking about Wincest or John's reaction, or what.

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

S1 boys. Sam has a head cold, and on top of that he has a painful vision, and it makes him feel icky. Can be any pairing :)

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Working on this one, couldn't get it finished before I left for vacation, probably going to finish gen-bb first. So it'll be a while. But I do want to finish it.

Season one shadow AU

[jpunkin.livejournal.com]

Gen or wincest ( whatever floats your boat), what if when the boys walk into the trap Meg lays in the episode shadow for John, Sam gets hurt far worse than in canon. Cue a downward spiral of events full of angst and hurt comfort! And of course, big brother, protective dean! :D

[glovered.livejournal.com]

Sam does not want to be comforted. Dean is like, 'Yeah well I don't want to make you feel better anyway'

Filled: Near Miss, Part 1, Sam/Dean

[laurificus.livejournal.com]

This fits the prompt a little less than I was intending, but hope you like, anyway. :)

***

"Next time, I'll ease us back in with something less deadly," Dean says, mostly to break the silence. "A pack of demonically possessed werwolves at full moon, maybe."

It's a sign of how quiet Sam's been since everything went south that even getting a grunt of acknowledgement is a relief. Hard to tell if it's a grunt of pain or amusement, or some other mysterious Sam thing that Dean's not catching. He's busy trying to stitch Sam back together before he bleeds out, or one of the giant cockroaches in the room crawls in and makes himself at home in the gaping hole in Sam's side; he can't be on perfect translation duty, too. especially when the cut on his own arm has started clamouring for attention. It's an ugly, ragged mess, oozing blood and pain at a steady rate, and it's still got nothing on the clusterfuck Dean's trying to fix. As smooth hunts go, this one failed miserably. About the best Dean can say for the night is that he can't see any of Sam's vital organs, and honestly, the lighting in the room is about as bad as the motel's infestation problem. It's possible Dean's night vision just isn't up to the job.

"You'd mention it, right? If you thought your lungs or something were falling out."

"Pretty sure my lungs aren't even in the vicinity," Sam says. Every word is bitten off and sharp, his voice shot through with pain and maybe annoyance. Dean can't exactly blame him. He won't take the good pills; won't even let Dean dose him up with alcohol, and Dean can't much blame him for that, either. There's a hundred and eighty years of hell lying in wait all over Sam's brain, attacking at random and at will, stealthily or with an arrival parade. If Sam doesn't want to let his guard down and make it easier for them, Dean's not about to argue. Still makes him feel pretty helpless, though.

"Be done soon, Sammy," he says, and gets a glare for his trouble. Not quite a death glare, not when Sam's face is already drawn tight and there are beads of sweat standing out on his forehead, but it's definitely got aspirations in that direction. Little fucker always was a lousy patient. Dean gives up on trying to be comforting, and glares right back, even though Sam's staring at Dean's hands again, mouth set, and fingers knotted in the threadbare towels they keep on hand so they don't leave rooms looking like crime scenes. Dean mutters about ungrateful bastards and needles slipping; he hums a little, soft under his breath in a way that's absolutely not designed to be soothing. When he's finished, Sam's rocking a the kind of paleness actual dead people can only dream of, and he's bitten his bottom lip bloody. But he tells Dean to shut the fuck up when Dean says he can take care of his own arm, and his hands are steady while they apply the last of the butterfly stitches from the kit.

He's still not looking at Dean, though, no more than he has to, still not talking much, and Dean's days of letting that kind of thing go are a failed apocalypse and another trip to hell behind them. Sam's got his back to him now, pretending like he's not struggling to get a t-shirt over his head, and somehow, that makes it easier for Dean to start.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Sure," Sam says, sounding perfectly sincere but for how Dean's met him before. "I'm just distracted planning my victory dance. Because, you know, I look like Frankenstein on a bad day, and we both nearly died tonight. What's not to celebrate?"

"The part where we didn't die is pretty good." Dean goes to Sam, then, yanks the shirt out of his hands and guides him into it. Even after that's done, he doesn't pull away. He likes being in Sam's space these days; there's been too much space for too long with no Sam at all. "It wasn't your fault, if that's what you're thinking."

fever, hunt -- Gen or Sam/Dean

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

(I prompted this at the fever meme a while back, but it never got filled.)

Sam has a high fever. A monster has Dean. The rescue would be going much better if Sam could tell which things were actually happening and which were in his head.

Any canon or future time is fine, but I prefer no pre-series.

Re: fever, hunt -- Gen or Sam/Dean

[running-hot.livejournal.com]

WAIT WAIT WAIT. I was working on this and I never finished it because I'm a terrible person. Now I'm off to finish! (if I read through what I started and decide it wasn't absolutely horrendous, haha.)

[mamapranayama.livejournal.com]

So here is a plot bunny I've had floating in my head but haven't had the time to write (sorry this is sort of long and detailed):
Sam innocently enough taps a few notes on an old piano in a house that he and Dean are investigating. Unbeknownst to either of them, the woman who's spirit now haunts the place had a mental disorder that compelled her to play the same piece of music over and over again until one day her husband snapped because of the repeated melody and killed her as she played at the piano. Now if anyone plays her piano, they too become haunted by the melody of the song she last played on it. Sam, having just played a few notes is now infected (sort of like the ghost sickness Dean contracted in 'Yellow Fever') and is slowly going insane, maybe even to the point of having suicidal thoughts or attempts, from having the same song play over and over again in his head that he can't stop.
-Any season and any pairing.

[ramblin_rosie]

There's a story very similar to this premise in this year's Summergen. It's an X-Files crossover.

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

De-aged Sam gets sick. Dean cuddles him and there is possibly a blankie.

[cherry916.livejournal.com]

So seconded!

[rokhal.livejournal.com]

Sam is cleansed of Azazel's blood, with severe, unexpected consequences.

[ramblin_rosie]

Done. :D Won't be posted for a few weeks, though--that's actually a major part of the plot of one of the stories jennytork and I co-wrote for the Gen Big Bang.

[mamapranayama.livejournal.com]

Sam gets trapped in the trunk of a car somehow during a very hot day, nearly dying from heat stroke, dehydration and/or lack of oxygen.

[embroiderama]

If you're interested, I wrote a story like that last year. :)

malnourished, slightly feral and paranoid Sam

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

As always, gen or Sam/Dean are fine.

Post-6.11 or other scenario of your choice, as long as Sam is adult.

Dean has to feed up a Sam who doesn't trust the world around him. Dean is the only person he sorta kinda trusts; he won't accept food unless Dean is the one who prepares it and offers it. Cue lots of cooking!Dean, talking soothingly and acclimating Sam to a domestic routine.

Filled - Vegetable Pot Pie

[ennyousai.livejournal.com]

This is maybe not quite what you're looking for, but perhaps it will suffice in a pinch?

Dean never used to be much of a cook. He’d been able to feed himself, sure, but that had usually only meant opening a can of soup or stirring up a pot of Easy Mac. Home-cooked, nutritionally balanced meals had always been a luxury he couldn’t afford, not that he’d ever had the space to prepare them in. Dean was the guy you went to if you wanted baked beans and hot dogs. Spinach lasagna made from scratch with a tossed salad on the side? Not so much.

These days, though, Dean could almost pass as a gourmet chef. Just as soon as he and Bobby had caught on to the fact that Sam refused to eat anything he hadn’t seen Dean prepare with his own hot little hands, Dean had taken over cooking duty. Bobby had dug up Karen’s old copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and Dean had set to work preparing fish wrapped in parchment, a variety of rich stews, and even a variation of French onion soup. That last one had been a particularly memorable occasion - Dean almost burned the house down at least three times, managed to get grease smeared all over the counters, and somehow ended up with what seemed like half the broth down his shirt. The whole production had just been a giant mess.

It had also made Sam smile for the first time since Death shoved his soul back inside his body.

There might have been some advantages to the soup fiasco, but Dean wasn’t in a big hurry to try anything that complicated again, so today he’s just making vegetable pot-pie. Dean was more of a chicken pot-pie man, himself, but Sam refused to eat red meat or poultry - he’d started avoiding it while he was kicking the demon blood habit, but now the smell of it cooking is enough to make him gag. Dean doesn’t mind going vegetarian for Sam. He figures it’s a small price to pay to keep his little brother happy and fed. The kid’s gotten way too skinny over the last couple of weeks, and if he’ll only eat what Dean’s eating and that happens to be vegetable matter, Dean will make do. Besides, this pot-pie was going to kick ass.

He dumped the veggies and sauce into the pastry shell, then crimped it shut. Added a few neat, symmetrical cuts. He always appreciated an aesthetically pleasing pie, whether it was sweet or savory.

“It’s going in the oven now, Sammy,” he said. “Let’s just head on over to living room while we wait, okay?”

Sam smiled and reached out to take Dean’s hand, his long fingers rubbling gentle circles into Dean’s palm like he was reassuring himself Dean was still there. Dean squeezed back and urged his brother to his feet.

“C’mon, Sam.”

Sam went along with Dean willingly enough - he was always willing, as long as he could keep Dean in sight - and the two of them settled down on Bobby’s old, worn out, comfortable couch. It only took a minute before Sam snuggled into Dean’s side, his fingers clasped loosely around Dean’s wrist.

“Okay, Sammy,” said Dean, and pressed a gentle kiss against his brother’s hair. Just because Sam was freakishly tall didn’t mean Dean couldn’t still take care of him. “I’ve got ya.”

Sam closed his eyes with a tiny whuffling sound. Dean let himself sink deeper into the cushions. The warm smell of cooking pot-pie settled around them like a soft, well-loved blanket, and in that moment, there was peace.

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean, any season.

Sammy has a cold/flu, not really a big deal, the hunt must go on, etc. Except he is stuffed up and sneezing and feverish and coughing and just miserable (bonus point for him also being injured). Dean loves him up♥

[rokhal.livejournal.com]

Sam, Dean, innocent bystanders, gen.

Sam acquires the Evil Eye, striking anyone who attracts his envious gaze with bad luck or horrible boils. When Sam and Dean figure this out, Sam, naturally, is overcome with guilt and self-loathing. Dean wants to make it all better -- but how can he when Sam is actually hurting people, and it's sort-of-but-not-completely his fault?

Skinny!Sam, Awesome!Dean (gen or Sam/Dean)

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

Pre- or any season. Sam has control issues and perfectionist tendencies...surprise, surprise...and develops an eating disorder (could be kept on the sly, or not!) Dean vows he will solve the problem.

Happily Ever After not necessary, if that's the way it rolls. Your choice!

Re: Skinny!Sam, Awesome!Dean (gen or Sam/Dean)

[fourtenpm.livejournal.com]

dime_for_12 wrote a mouth of decadence (http://dime-for-12.livejournal.com/16007.html) 'verse. It deals with Sam's eating disorder so beautifully.

Missing Scene - 6x22

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

Fill in the gaps between when Cas took down Sam's wall in that alley (SO disappointed that Show didn't show us Dean's reaction to this!), until Dean and Bobby get Sam back into the panic room.

Re: Missing Scene - 6x22

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

Oooooh seconded!

Big Brain Blunted

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

Sam gets hit on the head one too many times and his big brain is taken offline. He's reduced to the intellectual level of a child, with full knowledge of how smart he really is.

Fortunately, this is only temporary and will improve.

Unfortunately, the thing they're hunting is still out there and is now gunning for Sam.

Re: Big Brain Blunted

[wardrums1511.livejournal.com]

So seconding this!

Boys At The Beach

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

Giant jellyfish. Sam's in the water. Dean isn't. GO!

Filled: Folk Remedies

[(Anonymous)]

"Stop being such a wuss, Dean."

Dean looked at Sam, thigh deep in the ocean. "Nuh-uh," he said with an emphatic shake of his head. "I get enough of beasts trying to eat me on land, thank you very much."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. Dean could be the biggest bitch sometimes. "Nothing is going to eat you. I checked this beach for sharks online before we came." Alright, so didn't really, but Dean didn't have to know. Besides, sharks? Really?

"Not doing it Sammy," said Dean. Instead, he took off his shoes and sat down in the sand, an ice cooler of beer beside him. "You go prance around in the water. I'll sit up here, with my manly beer."

"Aw, who's the manly little bitch afraid of a little ocean water?" Sam teased.

"You're the-" Dean stopped mid-sentence. "Sammy, get out of the water. Right now."

"What are you-?" Sam looked around him at the look on Dean's face. He was never going to hear the end of it if he got eaten by a shark. He squinted his eyes and looked about, checking for any fins coming out of the water. There were none. There was only a plastic bag floating towards him...

Well, shit, Sam thought before shocks of pain shot through his leg. "Fuck!" he cursed, shaking his leg vigorously as he tried to dislodge the thing, and nearly falling face first into the water in the process.

Dean ran over to the water and waded in to help Sam get out safely. After eating three face-fulls of ocean water, Dean finally managed to get Sam back to the shore. Laying on the sand, Dean looked over at the pained look of hurt on Sam's face.

"Dude..."

"Don't even say it," Sam warned with a wince.

"They say it's the only thing that works, unless you want to die," Dean said dramatically.

"Fuck my life," Sam muttered and threw an arm across his eyes. This was almost as sad as that time he lost his shoe. "Alright, fine! Do it!"

Dean grinned widely and then stopped, because really it was a little weird to be smiling when you were about to pee on your little brother's leg. Even if it was to save his stupid life. Lowering the zipper on his soggy pants, Dean took aim with a snigger.

"This looks like a scene in one of those movies you said we couldn't watch together," Castiel said suddenly, surprising both of them and making Dean jerk the hand he was aiming with.

"Don't do that!" said Dean, one hand still grabbing his dick. Sam groaned, mortified.

"I don't remember it being on a beach though..."

[sistabro]

Stanford era. Sam and Jess go camping (with other friends if you choose) and when the time comes to make smores, Sam has no idea what to do since he's never had them before. Gen or Sam/Jess are awesome.

[crazybeagle.livejournal.com]

He would cutely burn himself and Jess would kiss it better. D'aww. ;)

IV equipment at Bobby's

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

So in 'Like a Virgin', we see Sam hooked up to an IV drip in the panic room, to prevent dehydration after 10 days of sleep/unconsciousness. Nice touch, Show!

Prompt 1: Write about Dean and Bobby hooking Sam up to the IV and taking care of him after being resouled.

Prompt 2: Write about a previous incident in which Sam needed this IV equipment, which is why Bobby happened to already have it lying around handy for use by the time of 'Like a Virgin'.

Filled - Lifeline

[annie46.livejournal.com]

Here at my journal: http://annie-46fic.livejournal.com/195861.html

Cursed Sam

[jpunkin.livejournal.com]

Set in season 2, gen or wincest. During a hunt for a witch, Sam gets cursed with a 'truth' spell, so is unable to lie. If he does, in fact, tell a lie it causes serious physical repercussions which can result in death. But Bobby says it will wear off in a week, so no problem, right? Wrong! Vindictive hunters who have heard the rumors about Sammy and the other special children kidnap Sam ( and dean too if you like) and demand answers. Cue Sam trying to keep himself alive and hold on until deans rescue, but how can he keep that up when lying is, literally, agonizing?

Re: Cursed Sam

[4thejourney.livejournal.com]

Seconded.