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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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

Sam meets old friends from Stanford . . .

[rokhal.livejournal.com]

. . . 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.

Sam, Dean, season 5 or later.

Re: Sam meets old friends from Stanford . . .

[honeylocusttree.livejournal.com]

This. Is the greatest thing EVER.

Re: Sam meets old friends from Stanford . . .

[4thejourney.livejournal.com]

Agrees with above ^^ :-)

Filled: Most Likely To...

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Sorry, this got way too long for a comment, and I couldn't find an easy way to split it up that didn't annoy me:

monicawoe.livejournal.com/46527.html (http://monicawoe.livejournal.com/46527.html)

Filled: And They Cry to See Your Face; PG13 (Gore, violence) 1/?

[honeylocusttree.livejournal.com]

Er, this is maybe a little more serious than the prompt called for.

...sorry.

Warnings: Gore, language, violence.

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And They Cry to See Your Face

In the end, Jack can only hold her hand. He wishes he could do more, could reach out and gather her up, hide her face against his chest so she doesn’t have to see. He feels like a fool, clutching Leslie’s hand, bound together at the wrist, but it’s the best he can manage. He can feel the bones of her hand grinding in his desperate grip, but she doesn’t complain. Doesn’t so much as whimper.

“We’re going to die here,” she murmurs, tilting her head oddly so her hair falls across her face, “Aren’t we?”

“No.” He makes his voice as fierce as he can. “No.”

He can’t look at her face, though, and presses his lips together and turns away quickly. Unfortunately, that means he catches the eye of the man standing in the doorway, who winks.

Bastard.

Jack doesn’t know how many of them there are. Somewhere between four and six, he thinks, though they come and go and he’s never seen all of them together in the room at the same time. He’s sure there are two women, skinny little things with big eyes and wicked mouths. And a handful of men, most of them big bruisers with hands that curl themselves into fists in idle moments, and eyes that contemplate Leslie in ways that make Jack go cold deep, deep inside.

She wants him to save her and he wants to. But he can’t. Because of zip-ties and arm restraints and more leather and buckles than Jack’s ever seen in his life and it’d be hilarious if it wasn’t actually happening, and if this hadn’t suddenly somehow become his life.

But he’s bound and pinned to a wall with his fiancée and they’ve been here for two days and he doesn’t even know why.

“What do you want?” he’d demanded, five minutes into the whole black-bag-over-the-head, dragged-into-an-unmarked-van experience, and a small hand dealt him a ringing blow to the temple that toppled him over, face mashing into the seat.

A disturbingly calm, feminine voice said only, “It’s not about you, Jack.”

And that was the last time anyone other than Leslie spoke to him directly.

“Please,” he tries, catching the eye of the winking guard, holding his voice as steady as possible, “Please, just let Leslie go. She’s…she’s twenty-seven, she’s an editor and, and she wants to go skydiving. For her birthday. I promised to take her skydiving. Please. Just…she’ll be twenty-eight in six weeks. Her sister’s coming to visit from Pennsylvania. She’s bringing her daughter. Her daughter, she’s five years old. They’re going to stay with—with us. For a week.”

“Jack…” Leslie’s voice is soft, and he doesn’t dare to look at her. Knows he’ll make some horrible sound. He just trails off and squeezes her hand so hard she probably can’t even feel it anymore, and it’s not enough. Never enough.

“Sorry,” he whispers to her, “I’m…really. I just…God, I’m so sorry.”

Somehow, she squeezes back.

“It’s okay—” she begins, and doesn’t make it any further.

Someone screams.

Filled: And They Cry to See Your Face; PG13 (Gore, violence) 2/?

[honeylocusttree.livejournal.com]

Jack flinches back. His head bangs against the concrete wall. The man in the doorway swears and bursts away from his post. Leslie jerks in his direction but the straps keep her immobile and she gasps in short, panting breaths.

The scream goes on. It’s a woman, voice tearing the air, spiraling higher. A gunshots cracks across the noise and suddenly there’s shouting, men’s voices, hollering and furious. Another gunshot. The wall shakes, and dust drifts down. The woman screams again and there’s a wet splat and Leslie moans in horror.

“Jesus Christ,” Jack mutters, “Jesus fucking…”

A man bursts into the room, a new man, a goddamn giant bastard with a shotgun in one hand and a flat, wickedly curved blade in the other. He’s got blood on his face and it drips thick and red from the blade and holy motherfucking Christ there’s a hunk of scalp still clinging to the end of it.

The man pulls up short in the doorway and stares, and Leslie turns her head sharply toward the wall, matted hair falling across her face. Jack can’t see her but he knows she’s biting her lip. Tiny noises of horror are leaking out of her mouth. The blood-covered man’s eyes flick between the two of them, and for a moment his expression is disturbingly…familiar.

“No,” Jack says, feet scrabbling, “No please…”

The man in the doorway says, “Um,” and the hunk of skin and hair slides down the curve of the blade and splats onto the floor. He doesn’t notice.

“Hey!” thunders a voice from somewhere behind the man, “Little goddamn help here, princess?”

“Wha—” he spins, in the doorway, but doesn’t make it far as a tiny, shrieking body cannons into him, slamming him into the room and onto his back. One of the terrible women straddles his stomach and plunges a knife in at shoulder level, rakes it across his chest, and the man actually screams, two seconds before the woman’s head explodes.

Blood and bone and brain matter rain down on everyone and Jack hears a muffled shriek tear out of his own throat. Another man storms into the room, shotgun at the ready. The headless body topples over and the newcomer hurries to grab the bloody man’s arm and hoist him, staggering, to his feet.

“Sam?” he says, and ‘Sam’ presses his hand to the bleeding wound on his chest and nods tightly, white-faced.

And Jack knows that name.

And now he knows that face. Older, broader, spattered in blood and mean as hell, but he knows it. A phantom he never thought he’d see again, never wanted to see again, an echo of the boy he’d known, in another lifetime.

Sam Winchester.

Oh Jesus. God have mercy.

Leslie’s turned her face away from the wall, and caught a glimpse of the pair. Sam, and an older man with a cold, flat gaze and filthy hands.

“…S-Sam?” she quavers, and Sam sways back, his blood-covered fingers curling against his chest.

“We’re not done here,” the other man snarls, and shoves the curved weapon, hilt-first, in Sam’s direction. “Move.”

And Sam’s still swaying and white-faced and bleeding but he swallows and nods and takes the weapon.

And They Cry to See Your Face; PG13 (Gore, violence) 3/?

[honeylocusttree.livejournal.com]

Jack can’t shut his mouth. Even when they storm back out the door and the noises of dying drown out every other sense, still, he can’t close his goddamn mouth.

The wall shakes, again, and someone shouts and another shotgun blast blows a hole in the doorway, spraying plaster and drywall. Jack turns his face away, panting, squeezing his eyes shut. He’s sure the entire place is going to come crashing down around them. They’re going to die like this, here, in some basement, tied up and crushed to death.

But suddenly it’s quiet. Violently so, noiselessness slamming into the room like a wall, shutting everything else out. Jack can hear his own breath, rasping in and out, and Leslie’s tiny, panting moans. Her horror. His fear. He’s shaking all over. Every inch of him is trembling, and he’s coated in plaster and someone else’s blood, and all he can think, wildly, is that it can’t be sanitary and what if he gets some kind of disease and there’s a headless body lying on the floor and he can’t hear anything from the other room and they’re dead, they’re dead. They’re all dead.

Except Sam, apparently, who staggers back to stand in the doorway wiping his face and bleeding, and he looks down at his chest in something like irritation and shakes his head and Jack thinks, Well, he can’t be hurt that bad if he’s still standing.

The cold-eyed man from before seems to disagree, however, appearing suddenly and shoving Sam into the room, shotgun still in one hand. He physically forces Sam to sit, propping him up against the wall, and hauls his own shirt off. Balls it up, and presses it to Sam’s wound.

“Hold that there,” he says, then turns and grabs one ankle of the woman whose head he exploded. He doesn’t spare a glance for Jack or Leslie, just hauls the body out as if it’s so much meat. As if there hadn’t been a person inside five minutes ago.

A moment later, he comes back for the head. He holds it carefully, so nothing comes spilling out of the neck hole.

Sam had a brother, Jack recalls.

Sam has a brother.

He thinks he should say something. “Please don’t kill us,” seems like a pretty good starting point, but he can’t get his tongue to cooperate. Stares slack-jawed and useless at the horror leaning against the wall, the thing that used to be his friend.

They were friends. They were friends.

“You like…Lucky Charms,” a quiet voice says, and Sam blinks blearily. It takes Jack a moment to realize that it’s Leslie who’s spoken.

Sam’s mouth works. He shakes his head a little.

“…what?” he asks, vaguely.

“I remember. L-Lucky Charms. And…and Little Debbie Snack Cakes. You,” she breaks off when her voice trembles. Swallows, and continues. “You never wanted to admit it but you…you’d buy them whenever you had a little extra c-cash. Sam. I. I remember. We went to school, together. You, and and me, and Jack here. Do you remember? Remember us?”

Sam shuts his eyes briefly, and his whole body sags. When he opens them again, he looks more like the boy Jack remembers than he has any right to.

“I remember,” he murmurs, and adds, “I’m not…I’m not gonna hurt you. Whatever you’re thinking…I’m not. I’m not.”

Jack says, “The FBI interviewed us. You—God, I don’t even…” he rams his tongue between his teeth and clamps down hard, because antagonizing the psychotic Satanist serial killer is maybe not the way he wants to approach this situation. He knows better. It’s just that he’s been kidnapped and tied up and smacked around and, oh yeah, sprayed in someone else’s blood and brain matter. So he’s maybe not thinking all that clearly.

He shuts his eyes briefly, and Leslie squeezes his hand.

“Could you…untie us?” she asks, voice quiet. When Sam shakes his head, Jack’s heart drops into his stomach.

“I can’t,” Sam says, shifting minutely, repositioning the shirt on his chest, “Not now. But…m’brother can. He’ll be back in a minute.”

“Dean,” Jack blurts, without meaning to. “I—I remember…” and trails off.

And They Cry to See Your Face; PG13 (Gore, violence) 4/?

[honeylocusttree.livejournal.com]

Sam’s looking at him. And he has no business wearing that face, looking so much like the kid Jack knew, the skinny awkward guy who helped him cram for his physics exam his first semester at two in the damn morning. The big puppy who once spilled an entire Frappuccino on his girlfriend’s parents’ sofa and nearly burst into tears when he realized what he’d done. The guy who showed up with tomato soup when Leslie had the flu, and insisted on collecting both her and Jack’s assignments from the TAs for that entire week. Always with a smile.

This is not that kid—hell, even when he was that kid he wasn’t that kid. And he’s all grown up, now. Into a monster.

“You sure had us fooled, Sam,” says a voice, and Jack realizes it’s his own. He snaps his mouth shut, but he can’t take the words back.

Isn’t sure he wants to.

Sam licks his lips, looks down. It’s incongruous. Jack doesn’t think he’s acting. But there’s still blood smeared across his cheek and matted in his hair.

“Yeah,” he says quietly, “I guess I did.”

No one says anything after that.

A little later, Dean comes back. He’s strangely gentle with his brother, cutting away shirts and cleaning and packing the injury with fresh white gauze. Sam never passes out, or grunts or makes any sound at all, and Jack feels a little sick knowing this probably isn’t the first time he’s dealt with something like this.

“Frickin’ witches,” he thinks he hears Dean grumble, and Sam snorts. As if it’s the most average exchange in the world. Jack’s skin is cold.

Sam’s insane. Of course he is.

“Were you always this way?” he hears himself ask, and this time Leslie jerks her hand away.

“Jack!” she hisses, and he can’t bring himself to meet her eyes. Sam shifts a little, and winces.

Dean says, “Sammy…”

Sam shakes his head.

“Dean, it’s okay,” he says, and his voice sounds thick. His brother grabs his face in both hands in a show of creepy intimacy, studying Sam’s face, peering at his eyes.

Apparently satisfied with whatever he sees, Dean stands up with a sharp injunction to “Stay here.” Sam blinks at him, mouth half-open.

“Dean!” he blurts, belatedly, when the other man has turned and is already stomping through the doorway. “You were supposed to—” But Dean’s gone and Sam’s waving vaguely in Jack and Leslie’s direction in a manner that’s disturbingly familiar, almost childish. Dean doesn’t come back and Sam huffs an irritated noise and flops his hand to the floor.

“Goddammit,” he mutters, and with a pained grunt heaves himself off the wall.

Oh God he’s coming closer.

Leslie presses herself back against the wall. Jack thins his lips and eyeballs Sam warily. He doesn’t seem like much of a threat at this point, stumbling forward the handful of steps between them in a half-crouch, and falling to his knees with a wince. A knife sort of just appears in his hand and Leslie makes a little noise. Sam doesn’t even really react, just reaches for Jack’s right hand where it’s connected to the straps on his waist, and starts cutting. Jack turns his face away so he doesn’t have to look at the blood in Sam’s hair, close enough now that he can pick out individual strands and note the variations in tone and thickness where it’s caked, and dried.

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[honeylocusttree.livejournal.com]

He remembers that night in the library, a million years ago. Sam rubbing his eyes and yawning over his foamy, sugar-enriched coffee, head bobbing and hair falling in his face. The memory is so sudden, so vivid, it’s as if he could reach out and touch it.

So close, but gone. Obliterated. Ruined.

Absolutely ruined.

“I’m sorry,” Jack whispers, and doesn’t know why. Sam stops busily sawing at the tie and turns his head. His hair falls away and he’s a boy. He’s a man. He’s a killer.

“It’s okay,” Sam says, “It doesn’t matter, now.”

Jack wants to tell him, I’m sorry I ever knew you. Because it’s the truth.

But the words won’t come.

Sam gives him a little smile.

He’s got Jack’s hand free and has started on their bound wrists when there’s a bang! outside and the whole house shakes, again, and Dean makes a noise like someone’s tearing his skin off. Some awful wordless cry. Sam’s on his feet before Jack even registers it, shouting, “Dean! Dean!”

Jack blurts, “Wait!” and he doesn’t know why. It doesn’t matter, though.

Sam’s gone.

Beside him, Leslie picks up the knife. She turns it over in her hand. It’s about four inches, sturdy, and worn. Well-used, and well cared for. Sam’s knife.

Coffee and studying and tomato soup and notes from the TA and death and blood and horror and well-cared-for knives.

“We need to get out of here,” he tells her, “Before Sam comes back.”

They’re a long way away before they finally stop running.

-end-

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Title is taken from “Radioactive” by Kings of Leon. :3

I love me some badass!Winchesters, so, yeah. With the exploding heads and all. DON’T JUDGE ME OKAY.

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[vail-kagami.livejournal.com]

Argh! So heartbreaking! And yet so painfully possible.
A very brave fill.

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[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

Outsider POV, badass!Winchesters being equisitely badass, LOVE!

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[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow.

And the worst part is, maybe for them, being terrified of Sam is better than understand the truth.

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[mamapranayama.livejournal.com]

Wow! I loved the vivid imagery in this. Great work! :)

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[roque-clasique.livejournal.com]

ACK AMAZING, so sad and hard and good.

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[dollarformyname.livejournal.com]

His hair falls away and he’s a boy. He’s a man. He’s a killer. Holy crap, how do you do these things? You are stunningly terrifying and I love it.

I WILL ONLY JUDGE YOU IF YOU EVER STOP WRITING BADASS!WINCHESTERS, JSYK.

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[tifaching.livejournal.com]

Exploding heads are awesome. And Jack.....antagonizing the crazy, Satanist serial killer might not be your best move. Just for future reference. Should you and your fiance ever again need to be rescued from some weird supernatural bad guys. Or something.

The scalp sliding off the blade was a nice touch as was the bad ass boys killing witches and saving ungrateful civilians. And bonus hurt Dean at the end! Unless the explosion was the Impala blowing up. That would cause a pretty intense scream too. Great fill!

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[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

This is amazing!

Much better fill than mine- thanks for doing the prompt justice!

i love outsider POV

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[rokhal.livejournal.com]

I love it. As I read, I kept thinking "this is perfect" and then IT GOT BETTER. The MOTWs are *witches.* Jack and Leslie are just as scared of Sam and Dean as they are of their captors, if not more so. Blood EVERYWHERE. Dean is "the man with the cold eyes." Sam doesn't have time to bother with how his old friends see him, because Dean's the only one who matters now.

This is like watching The Fox and the Hound as directed by Quentin Tarantino.

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[roque-clasique.livejournal.com]

Congratulations!  You've been recced here (http://sawedoff-recs.livejournal.com/138256.html) at sawedoff_recs .

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[keerawa.livejournal.com]

Whew. That's ... astonishingly brutal. I love the horrific details you chose, and this description: But suddenly it’s quiet. Violently so, noiselessness slamming into the room like a wall, shutting everything else out.

Even without the whole Satanic serial-killer spiel from the FBI, Sam now is huge, and deadly, and it's astonishing how few of the people they rescue in canon react this way.

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[scarletscarlet.livejournal.com]

Dude, YES. Because they ARE scary. This was both awesome and sad as hell.

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[onthehill]

Wow - this is AWESOME! and so SAD ;__;

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[rivkat.livejournal.com]

Great fill for the prompt! Poor Sam.

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[faege.livejournal.com]

Jack wants to tell him, I’m sorry I ever knew you. Because it’s the truth.

This hit me really hard--of course Jack would be sorry he ever knew Sam, because what Sam has changed into is so different from what he was. Even if Jack thinks that this Sam was underneath the old Sam all along, it's not true. Sam was more innocent at Stanford than he is now.

This was such a great fill. I love me some BA!Winchesters too, and the combo of BA!Winchesters riddled with angst was fantastic.

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[withdiamonds.livejournal.com]

This is amazingly sad and beautiful.