ohsam | 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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→ 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. ;) )
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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.

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From:

minviendha.livejournal.com

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine. Something probably just didn’t agree with me, happens a lot…”

“Would you like some tea?” Tea, Castiel knew, was known for its soothing properties. That sounded like something that might be necessary. Sam blinked at him, though, like he’d said something utterly foreign. Perhaps that was not how Dean would respond. He tried to imagine that, and decided it probably contained a lot of swearing and worried admonitions about pansies, though it was quite beyond Castiel what a flower had to do with anything.

“Um.” Sam spat into the bowl and groped for the flush, pulled it down, and didn’t move further. “I guess. Sure? Did I wake you up?”

“No,” said Castiel truthfully. “I have been lying awake and thinking.”

“Huh,” Sam said, “Is that right?” He didn’t actually sound very interested, so Castiel decided it was probably not a question that required an answer.

“I will go boil some water,” he said instead. “Do you need…”

“Nuh,” Sam said, and shoved himself up to his knees, though he wobbled so precariously Castiel almost grabbed him to steady him. “M’good.” A flicker of worry, and, “Is Dean…”

“Still asleep,” Castiel said, and noticed that Sam was trembling minutely. He narrowed his eyes, but went to set the water on to boil, and by the time he turned Sam had made his way into the kitchen and was sinking gratefully into one of the chairs. He was sweating visibly. Castiel sat down across from him.

“You are sick,” he said, certain now. Sam shrugged one shoulder, and Castiel persisted. “For several days?”

“A bit,” Sam said, after a moment. “I. Uh. It’s…sometimes it happens. Nothing big.” Castiel noted that he could hear a faint wheeze in Sam’s voice. “It’ll clear up.”

“You do not seem to be getting better,” Castiel said slowly. “You seem to be getting worse.”

Sam looked agitated. His fingers drummed on the table. “I’ve had worse,” he said. “Really. I just – uh.” He stopped, and coughed into his arm, a nasty dry noise that made Castiel’s borrowed throat cringe in sympathy. “—I. Don’t want to hold anything back. Or anything.”

“Dean is unaware,” Castiel started to say, and was startled by the savagery in Sam’s voice as he said, “Good.” Castiel frowned.

“You will recover more quickly, I understand, if you rest.”

“I don’t have time to rest.” Sam was shaking again. “Not right now. You get that, right?” He twitched.

“I,” Castiel started to say, and Sam stood and smiled tensely.

“Thanks,” he said, though Castiel was sure he hadn’t agreed to anything. “I really appreciate it. I mean. I do. And you know, it’s nice that you’re worried, but you don’t need to, or anything.” And then he was gone, before Castiel could even remind him about the tea.

Sam was not up early the next morning, which meant Dean had to wake him, which put them both in a bad mood. Sam, Castiel observed, did not look any better. If anything, in the better light, he looked worse. He watched Sam rattle a few pills from a non-descript bottle into his hand and down them when Dean wasn’t looking.

“I am going out,” Castiel announced, and noticed that Dean looked annoyed and Sam looked relieved. He would have been hurt by that if he hadn’t known that Sam was worried he was going to tell on him. Castiel was quite sure, having already tried that, that it would prove fruitless.

From:

minviendha.livejournal.com

That left it up to him, and he was woefully ignorant about this kind of thing, but he had gathered what the Winchester brothers did when they were ignorant about something. Or at least one of them.

He went to the library.

**
“I would like to see your books on illness, please,” Castiel announced to the librarian, upon walking inside. She looked up from her glossy magazine – Castiel could read the headline as “10 Sex Moves That Will Blow His Mind” – and stared at him for a moment.

“What kind of books?” She asked, just as Castiel was beginning to fidget.

Castiel had not considered that. “There are different kinds?”

He recognized that sigh. It was the one that Dean usually used when he thought Castiel was being stupid. “Yes,” she said, feigning patience. “There are books on epidemiology, self diagnosis, specific diseases, general medicine…”

This was beginning to sound a touch overwhelming. Castiel considered attempting the use of one of the computers, and decided against it. Books at least he was relatively familiar with. He cleared his throat. “My – friend is sick,” he said, finally. “I am not sure what to do to help him get better.”

The woman was now looking around him as though expecting him to be accompanied by someone, so he provided, “He isn’t here. Right now.”

The woman frowned. “Ah. I, well. What is your friend sick with?”

Castiel contemplated that. “I don’t know,” he said, finally. “He has a cough and I suspect he is feverish, and last night he vomited. I am not very familiar with different types of sickness. Plagues are more familiar to me.”

Perhaps that hadn’t been the right thing to say, though he had intended it as a kind of joke. The librarian looked very uncertain now. “It sounds like some kind of flu,” she said, edging back from the counter as though he were, perhaps, dangerous. “There’s some…over the counter medicines, fever-reducers. Fluids are good? And rest, rest is important. Other than that…sometimes Saltines are good for nausea?”

“Is there a book?” Castiel asked hopefully, because he wanted to be sure – but he stored that away. Saltines. Whatever those were.

“I can probably find something,” the librarian said, and scuttled off. She returned with a couple books which she shoved at him with a plaintive ‘have a nice day!’ and Castiel retreated to a table to read.

**
He returned to the motel armed with Saltine crackers and knowledge, and began his project. He placed the crackers in plain sight and sat down to wait. Both of the brothers were out.

When they returned, Dean looked at the counter and frowned. “Who got the Saltines?”

“I did,” Castiel said, trying to give Sam significant looks. Sam did not seem to realize, so Castiel got up and got two glasses of water and shoved them at Sam and Dean both.

“What’s this?” Dean asked. Sam was just staring blankly at his as though he’d never seen such a thing before.

“It is important to stay hydrated,” Castiel parroted from one of the books, and Dean looked at him like he was an alien.

“Every time I think you can’t get any weirder,” he muttered, but he drank the water. After a moment, so did Sam. It was a minor triumph, but Castiel was a soldier, and he knew to treasure every victory. “Want some Saltines?” he offered, and Dean shrugged and took a handful.

Sam demurred and retreated hastily. And that was why the victories were so important. Well, he couldn’t expect too much too quickly.

The next phase of his plan was trickier, but fate worked in his favor and Dean was heading out to weasel people out of their money, and told Sam to stay behind and research. Castiel had gathered that this was more than a little illegal, but it was also not his problem.

Dinner was a strange affair, and Castiel was not entirely certain his attempts to keep a continuous supply of water glasses in front of Sam went unnoticed. His reminders that hydration was important and the human body was made of 78% water were almost certainly less than subtle, judging by Dean’s indignant, “Dammit, Cas, are you trying to make me pee?”

From:

minviendha.livejournal.com

By the end of the whole thing, Sam was watching him suspiciously out of bleary eyes, and Dean was just plain watching him.

He went, though.

Which left Sam and Castiel staring at each other.

“I’m going to go do some research,” Sam said, and started to lever himself painfully out of the chair. Castiel folded his hands on the table.

“No, you’re not,” he said placidly. Sam turned his head slowly and gave Castiel a long, slow, and very slightly disconcerting stare. Then it drifted out of focus, and the effect was lost.

“…sorry, what?” Sam said.

“You need to sleep,” he said, firmly. Sam was staring at him with something between bewilderment and panic.

“…Cas?”

“You are unwell. I have read books,” Castiel said stubbornly. “You require sleep. Dean will not return until late, and it will not be unreasonable for you to be asleep then. Also, your laptop is in the trunk of the Impala where it is entirely useless to you.”

Sam’s mouth opened, then closed. Castiel could not help feeling a bit smug.

“I can’t sleep,” Sam said after a while, in a small voice, bleary and a little plaintive. He was shivering again, and Castiel made a note to get the extra blanket out of the closet.

“I have drugs,” Castiel said.

Sam blinked, and then made a strange sound it took Castiel a moment to realize was half cough, half laugh. “You have no idea how funny it is to hear you say that,” he said, and then broke into a true coughing fit that had Castiel worried he was going to choke.

He rubbed Sam’s back awkwardly.

“Cut that out,” Sam said when he could breathe again. “It’s weird.”

Castiel felt momentarily disappointed. “It doesn’t help?”

“Unh. Not really. Don’t tell Dean, though, it’s the only way I can get any touchy-feely time.” Sam made a strange hiccupping noise.

Castiel did not quite understand that, and settled for a stern, “Go to bed.”

“Sure,” Sam said, and got up. And just as quickly nearly fell over. Castiel caught him. “Wow,” he said. “I really…feel like crap.” Castiel frowned. He could feel the fever on Sam’s skin.

“Very well,” Castiel said. “That is it.”

He half carried, half dragged Sam from the kitchenette to the bed that seemed to belong to Sam, and dumped him in it. But gently. Sam curled up in a fetal position and shivered. Castiel went to find the medicines that he had purchased, and after careful reading decided two of the fever-reducer-pain-relievers should be sufficient. He poured them into his hand, got a glass of water, and offered them to Sam.

“Take these.”

Sam looked at him for several long moments, and finally reached out and took the pills, popped them in his mouth, and swallowed awkwardly before slumping back down. Castiel began pulling the covers out from under the younger Winchester, and Sam obligingly rolled over and around. After much labor, Castiel pulled the sheet up over Sam’s shoulders and tucked it in.

“Do you need something to help you sleep?” he asked. Sam’s eyes emerged from the heap of blankets to glare at him.

“Don’t drug me, Cas.”

Castiel was momentarily taken aback, both by the nickname and the tone of voice. He did not, however, let it last. He suspected that Sam was not entirely in his right mind. “I could sing,” he offered.

“Oh god,” Sam said, but it did not sound worshipful. He closed his eyes.

Castiel settled for humming. To his utter surprise, Sam’s shivering actually subsided, and he started to sleep. His skin was still hot and he would not be cured in the morning, but maybe he would be better. It was a start.

Not bad, Castiel allowed himself. Not so bad.

**
Dean returned late, as Castiel had predicted, and Sam had only woken up once. Castiel had poured two glasses of water down his throat before letting him go back to sleep.

The elder Winchester seemed slightly inebriated as he stumbled in and looked at Sam, frowning. “You know,” he said, finally. “I think Sam might be sick.”

Castiel paused. Looked at Sam, sweaty curls of dark hair on the white pillow. He cleared his throat.

“Really?” he said.

From:

mimblexwimble.livejournal.com

“Unh. Not really. Don’t tell Dean, though, it’s the only way I can get any touchy-feely time.” Sam made a strange hiccupping noise.

I love that! 'Cause honestly if someone was rubbing my back while I was puking or something, I would be uncomfortable. But of course, Sam's going to take what he can get! Hee, so sweet.

From:

marziebarz.livejournal.com

YOU FILLED MY PROMPT!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! Thank youuuuu =D. And you filled it SO PERFECTLY, I love love love it sooooooooooo much!!! I like how Cas went to a library to figure this stuff out, and then just started shoving things at Sam until he took them. And the last lines are hilarious!

THANK YOU FOR FILLING MY PROMPT SO AWESOMELY ^_^

From:

kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com

“Oh god,” Sam said, but it did not sound worshipful.

*snort*

Cas and Sam need more BFF time. I love them.

From:

ramblin_rosie

HEE! I love Cas in this mode! :D

From:

sinka.livejournal.com

Wow, I loved this to pieces (not any surprise here since I adore all your fics). The story is a subtle mix of funny and sad at the same time. Your Cas is simply awesome, awkwardly trying to help Sam as much as he can. But at the same time it's heartbreaking to see Sam trying to hard not to be a bother for Dean...

During Season Five Dean did seem to be trying not to pay any attention to Sam, so it's totally believable. I'm glad he finally realized though, I hope makes it up with a lot of caring and awesome big-brotherness!