A Sam-focused h/c meme!

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Awww! Our fledgling community already has 136 members! *beams proudly* You guys ROCK!

So in order to celebrate the glory that is hurt!sick!Sam, we are hosting a comment-fic meme. You guys probably know the drill by now, but just to be on the safe side, I'll post a couple of rules below.

I will be keeping track of the meme and compiling a master list as new stories appear.




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Ground Rules:

1. 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. ;) )

2. Comment to this post with your desired characters or pairings, and a prompt. All genres/pairings are welcome, BUT no RPF/RPS, please. Please focus on the fictional characters only.

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.”

3. You can leave as many prompts as you like, but please write one prompt per comment. If you've got a few (and feel free to prompt at will!), comment with each separately. This is to keep the meme manageable.

4. Your prompts can be as short or as detailed as you’d like. i.e. "Sam, Dean. Fever." Or a three-paragraph epic with details. The more detailed your prompt, the less wriggle room you're giving the writer, though, so bear that in mind.

5. Scroll through the comments and when you find a prompt you like, write a fic in reply to the comment. There is no word count limit.

6. More than one comment-fic response to a prompt is totally acceptable, and in fact encouraged. The more fic, the better!

7. When replying to a prompt with your comment-fic, put ‘FILLED’ in your subject line and then anything else you want, ie: a title if you have one/part numbers. It’s not a big deal if you forget this step, but it will make it easier for people to find your fic, and for me when I’m compiling the master list.

8. Anonymous posting is enabled, but I haven't figured out whether I.P. logging is off because I suck at this sort of thing. If you're embarrassed by how schmoopy your prompts are, don't worry, we won't tell on you. ;)

9. No spoilers for future episodes. NONE. We will send Missouri after you with a spoon.

10. Standard rules of politeness apply. Do NOT bash any characters. Do NOT say rude things to prompters and writers. In short, don't be a douchebag. The mods will ruthlessly delete any ridiculousness we see.

11. Questions about the meme? Comments? PM your mods! We will be happy to answer your queries.

12. Do feed your authors! They’re awesome. Feedback is THE BEST DRUG EVER.

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In conclusion, have FUN!

Master List

redrum669: Season 5 Sam needs to be forgiven and loved regardless of what he is and what he's done. For the love of God, do it! Gen, Slash, whatever. Just get that boy some damned hugs.

pkwench: Permanent injury. Any flavour.

blubird_pie: I'd love to see both boys get taken (for whatever reason) and Dean cares/comforts a distressed young Sam whilst in captivity.

dime_for_12: Are you brave enough to kill one of them? Your choice. Sam's either in agony and dying. Or Sam's trying to hold it together while Dean's slipping away.

lassiterfics: Pre-series: Sam's first week in the dorms at Stanford. He draws a single room and is shyly buying a plant, school supplies, and congratulating himself on making his tiny little room a home. Trouble is? He can't sleep. No matter how much he tries to wear himself out, he can’t sleep without Dean. Gen or slash is fine.

dime_for_12:Sam is shut down and hurting after Jess dies. Dean takes care of him through the next few days and the funeral.

blubird_pie: Season 5 Dean finds himself with DeAged Sam & he'd forgotten how much that kid like hugs - especially when scared.

blood_ecstasy: Wee!Sam gets the chicken pox and Dean gets to deal with it. I expect there to be lots of whining, smacking hands off of itchy spots, and tomato rice soup.

dither_river: Sam is shut down and hurting after Jess dies. Dean takes care of him through the next few days and the funeral.

annonwrite: Sam had a bad back and it hurts. A LOT. Dean makes fun of him. Then Dean realizes how bad it is. Then Dean feels guilty.

callistosh65: On a hunt in midwinter, Sam almost freezes to death. Dean finds him blue-lipped and still in a snowbank, gets him inside + takes care of him.

authoressnebula: From episode Swap Meat: Sam-in-teenage-boy's body has an asthma attack. Dean helps.

wicked_crayon: Sam agrees to let Michael try him on for size. It's an extremely, extremely bad fit and lasts for all of maybe a minute. Agony, issues of self worth, and one distraught, angry older brother are the result.

slsh_lvr08: A younger Sam gives birth on Dean's lap. Impala.

annonwrite: Early S1, Sam gets a cold/flu from not sleeping. Possibly also related to going swimming with his clothes on (1.3) or riding on an airplane (1.4)?

ancastar: S5 Sam is out of his head with fever for whatever reason. Thinks Dean is Ruby and that his brother is still in Hell.

pkwench: Sam's trapped inside his body with Lucifer in control. His thoughts/anguish/fighting to break free as Lucifer kills present!Dean and confronts past!Dean.

ratherastory: Crucifixion. *cough*

rosestoo: Michael and Lucifer face off in their best Winchester suits. Michael wins and sends Lucifer back to hell. He also sends Sam with him. Dean goes to find his brother. Sam suffers. A lot.

shyriann: S5 Sam is out of his head with fever for whatever reason. Thinks Dean is Ruby and that his brother is still in Hell.

ratherastory: Eye patch Sam! Sam loses one of those pretty eyes and has to cope with altered visual perception and looking like a pirate. Dean is awesome, over protective, angry as hell that this happened to Sam, and a completely amusing little shit.

sytaxia: After Sam has gone through detox after My Bloody Valentine he's still weak and feverish. Dean and Cas take care of him.

dime_for_12: Aftermath of Mystery Spot. Sam in serious fucking trauma, Dean slowly realizing the extent of what happened (hundred days of watching him die, six months without him). Sam needs to touch him at night to know he's real, afraid to sleep because he may wake up back in the Trickster's world without Dean, etc.

authoressnebula: 5x14. At the end of the ep, Sam locks himself inside the panic room using the original locking system (keep those inside safe from those outside). They've added anti-angel protection since last time so neither Dean nor Castiel can break in.

4422shini: The semi-bulletproof advantages of being marked as the devil's chosen vessel - being able to get between your brother and bullets. Trouble is? It fucking hurts, reapers turn their backs to you/hide behind their hands when you die, being brought back to life is scary, and your brother is really fucking pissed off at you for having done it.

dime_for_12: Something involving a bullet wound. Either one that Dean has to clean and stitch up or one that is already healed.

wicked_crayon: Sam's absolutely terrified to drive, feels just as guilty over John's death as Dean, has the occasional nightmare, and refuses to get behind the wheel.

ratherastory: Sam and Dean go undercover as Manly!Maids to investigate a haunting. Sadly, Sam has a dust allergy and just keeps sneezing.

pixymisa:Sam's always eaten more healthy than Dean, but he does have the occasional greasy burger. However, Dean's noticed since 4x22 Sam's eaten nothing but salads at every meal. They don't even have any meat in them. Can that be healthy? (Sam's gone vegetarian after quitting demon blood, avoiding the taste of anything even remotely like blood/meat.)

dante_s_hell: After Jump the Shark, Sam was bleeding so profusely. Surely there should be some h/c after that? :) He'd be weak and in pain and unable to do a lot of things for a few days after that.

dime_for_12:
Aftermath of "Heart." As soon as they walk out of that apartment, Sam falls back in the same place he was after Jess's death, except worse because it's the second time it's happened and he had to pull the trigger this time. He's shut down, doesn't want to talk, and Dean has to pull him out of it.

pixymisa: a severely injured S5 Sam gets sent to the past and is met by his preseries self/S1 self.

saberivojo: Pre-series, Sam is cleaning the knives at his father's request, and Dean's out for the night. In typical teenage boy fashions, screws around with them, trying out fight fighting moves he's not ready for. He cuts himself and tries to hide it from John, but John finds out.

saberivojo: Old Weschesters. It's no secret that Sam doesn't have as good of a seat on a horse as Dean does...

dime_for_12: Michael and Lucifer face off in their best Winchester suits. Michael wins and sends Lucifer back to hell. He also sends Sam with him. Dean goes to find his brother. Sam suffers. A lot.

faye_dartmouth: Some baddie is beating the crap out of our boy. The beating could be physical (fists and feet) or more magic related (along the lines of what happened to Dean in the season one finale). Dean is being forced to watch, but cannot intervene. All Sam has to do to get the whumping to stop is to tell the baddie to go pick on Dean instead. But he won't. No matter how much Dean begs him to.

pkwench: Wee!Chesters - Sam experiences night terrors.

melanth0: Sam goes insane. Not, oh, I'm a little crazy, but INSANE in whatever form you choose and Dean must reach him somehow.

m14mouse: The shifter in Skin really worked Sam over good. Some Dean taking care of him after and the two of them not dealing with what the shifter told Sam.

rosestoo: Michael and Lucifer face off in their best Winchester suits. Michael wins and sends Lucifer back to hell. He also sends Sam with him. Dean goes to find his brother. Sam suffers. A lot.

m14mouse: Wee!Chesters - A very wee Sam gets separated from John & Dean and winds up in protective services. He's sent to a state home while they try to figure out who he is, what to do with him. Sam does not thrive in this new environment and keeps looking under his bed and in the wardrobe, closets, big scary industrial kitchen, basements, attic ... everywhere for Dean and his Dad.

tifaching: History is littered with stories of brothers. This is one of them. Two brothers set out to save the world. The cost is high and the older brother is lost. It's said that the younger brother walks the country calling for him. From Maine to Kansas to Oregon, he walks. In torment, looking. Always looking. There are those that hunt things like him and they try, they do, but there are no bones to burn, no spells that will cast him out, no rituals that will ease his suffering. The only way to put this tormented spirit to rest lies in summoning the brother to take him home.

vail_kagami: Castiel takes care of Sam and Dean when Sam comes out of the panic room in 5.14.

vail_kagami: Following their separation in Good God Y'all, Sam gets a ride from someone allied against him. 'Break him,' they said. So the bad man, rapes him to a bloody mess.

Sorry, everyone. Spammers have found this entry, so I have to freeze all remaining comment threads. I think we're safe, it's a pretty old comment-fic meme. If anyone absolutely needs to comment here, PM me to let me know, okay? ~ratherastory

Comments

[roque-clasique.livejournal.com]

Um, permanent injury. Any flavor!

Filled: Will You Serve 1/1

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

She is deceptively tiny. White light leaks out of the corner of her eyes like tears of sunlight and her hands are barely larger than a child’s. When she lays them on Sam’s thick, muscular thigh, it’s ridiculous and kind of obscene.

She looks at Dean and puts the question to him again.

“Will you serve?”

Dean cannot look away from Sam as he slowly shakes his head.

“No.”

He’s still looking when she grabs hold of Sam with her petite hands and violently twists. The sound of cracking bones, the sound of Sam’s leg being ripped as she neatly, easily twists it in its hip socket is sickening.

Sam’s leg is facing almost backwards and he’s screaming when the little angel looks at Dean again and raises an eyebrow.

“No,” Dean says again. He wants to cover his eyes, but he doesn’t.

18 Months Later

They’ve been in the car for hours. When they stop, the clouds overhead are low and gray. Dean watches Sam get out the car and doesn’t say anything when he sees his face twist for a moment in agony. Sam shakes it off and straightens up. He forgoes the crutch in the backseat and starts limping gamely enough towards the farmhouse. Dean follows.

They’re met on the front porch by the sort of matronly woman that Dean expects to have pie and coffee ready for them. She glances down quickly at Sam’s leg, blinking at the brace that can’t quite contain the unnatural turn of his foot. Sweet as she looks, Dean silently dares her to say anything.

She doesn’t, but ushers them inside.

Inside they’re assaulted by the stench. It’s dark and fetid – a nearly unbearable combination of shit and rancid apples. The woman points to the stairs and Sam’s shoulders slump for a moment.

“Great,” he says so quietly that Dean knows he’s meant to act like hasn’t heard it.

Sam resolutely heads to the staircase and starts climbing. Dean sees sweat start to dampen the hair on his neckline on the eighth stair. He doesn’t say anything about that either or about the fact that it takes Sam ten minutes to climb the stairs. He just follows silently and wonders if they’ll be lucky enough to get fed after this.

They pass a boy sitting on the top of the stairs. He’s got an arm slung around the newel post like it’s his best friend. He’s sobbing quietly. Sam’s large hand drops to the boy’s head for a moment as he awkwardly climbs the last step and goes by.

The door to the last room on the left is shut, but there’s a faint curl of vapor easing its way out from beneath the door. Dean can hear growling and praying inside. He expects to find shades of ‘The Exorcist’ and ‘Emily Rose’ inside and he’s not wrong.

The room has been stripped, but for the bed. The paint on the walls is bubbling and falling off in small clumps like yellowed cottage cheese. The old farmer sits with his Bible next to the bed where the demon rides his eldest. Dean’s surprised to see that she’s tied down with salted rope. He’s more surprised when she turns her inky gaze towards them and smiles.

The question is for Sam this time. “Will you serve?” she asks, gesturing to his twisted leg.

The hike up the stairs has tired him and Sam’s dragging his leg as he limps to the bed. Dean’s quietly very proud of him when he uncaps the flask he carries in his jacket and sprinkles holy water on her.

“No,” Sam tells the demon. “I won’t.”

And then he starts to chant in Latin.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

S5 Sam is out of his head with fever for whatever reason. Thinks Dean is Ruby and that his brother is still in Hell..

[ancastar.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good. That's really good. Hmm...

[darknyss.livejournal.com]

In my Time of Dying/Everybody Loves a Clown era, Sam was hurt worse in the crash than he let on but Dean doesn't notice (at once). Angst, Limp!Sam, etc.

[darknyss.livejournal.com]

An oldie but goodie. Pre-season three vision-related nosebleeds and pain/fainting.

Why I'm Going to Hell Reason #47

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Eye patch Sam! Sam loses one of those pretty eyes and has to cope with altered visual perception and looking like a pirate. Dean is awesome, over protective, angry as hell that this happened to Sam, and a completely amusing little shit. Any season, gen preferred.

Re: Why I'm Going to Hell Reason #47

[roque-clasique.livejournal.com]

OMG YES.

Did you know I did this EXACT same prompt at an h/c meme for Dean a while back? It was answered by riverbella and it's awesome! If you're interested.

[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

Crucifixion.

*cough*

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Holy shit, dude.

...

I have OTHER THINGS I NEED TO BE WRITING!

*resists*

*resists more*

...

Shit. I may have to write this.

[ancastar.livejournal.com]

This is a trope that's been around forever, is a bit twisted, but I adore nonetheless--

Some baddie is beating the crap out of our boy. The beating could be physical (fists and feet) or more magic related (along the lines of what happened to Dean in the season one finale). Dean is being forced to watch, but cannot intervene. All Sam has to do to get the whumping to stop is to tell the baddie to go pick on Dean instead. But he won't. No matter how much Dean begs him to.

Much angst ensues.

[ash48.livejournal.com]

oooh - Yes please!! :)

[4422shini.livejournal.com]

*Squeal* I love Sam H/C!

Prompt: Pre-series, Sam is cleaning the knives at his father's request, and Dean's out for the night. In typical teenage boy fashions, screws around with them, trying out fight fighting moves he's not ready for. He cuts himself and tries to hide it from John, but John finds out.

Bonus points if John's understanding and fatherly, but still pissed.

No evil/abusive John, please.

[saberivojo.livejournal.com]

You know...I have other shit I should be writing and I don't have time and I have to paint the bathroom but this could be fun. Give me a little time and lets see what happens.

[wave-obscura.livejournal.com]

Sam had a bad back and it hurts. A LOT. Dean makes fun of him. Then Dean realizes how bad it is. Then Dean feels guilty.

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Hah! I was totally going to prompt something like this. Now I don't have to.

\o/

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Early S1, Sam gets a cold/flu from not sleeping. Possibly also related to going swimming with his clothes on (1.3)
or riding on an airplane (1.4)?

FILLED: The Soundtrack of Sam - 1/5

[annonwrite.livejournal.com]

It’s a cold, cloudy morning – just the kind Dean likes. They’ve wrapped up the hunt in Wisconsin, and he thinks they’re both glad they’re putting that one in the rearview mirror. Now it’s on to Pennsylvania, something about an airline and a plane crash, which Dean is admittedly less than thrilled about. But keeping busy is a good distraction from their missing father and Sam’s dead girlfriend, so he’ll take it. Plus, they’ve got a solid 11 hour drive between here and there. Just the open road, some classic rock, and…

Sniff.

…and Sam’s sniffling from the passenger seat. It’s been around since they woke up this morning, though neither brother has referenced it yet. He supposes it makes sense that Sam might come down with the sniffles. After all, he hasn’t been sleeping much…

Sniff. Sniff. Cough. Sniff.

…and that dip in the freezing, disgusting Wisconsin lake probably didn’t help. Dean’s immune system has been kept consistently strong thanks to plenty of physical activity, greasy diner food, and being exposed to every germ on the planet in grungy motel rooms. Sam, on the other hand, has probably been in the clean Stanford bubble for too long to be immune to anything.

Sniiiiifff.

Thus, the sniffing. Dean shifts a sideways glance. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Just,” Sam motions noncommittally in the general direction of his nose. Then sniffs again. “I’m good.”

It’s a good enough response for Dean, so he settles in for the drive as they merge onto the expressway. A few snowflakes hit the windshield. It’s the first snow they’ve seen this year, and though Dean would never admit to it, he does think it’s kind of pretty. Kind of calming.

Sniff. Cough. Sniff.

Dean nudges the volume knob to the right a little, and the soothing sounds of Metallica fill the car. Dean half-waits for a protest from Sam, but none come. He smirks a little and bangs the steering wheel in time with the music, his own personal drum set.

Snnnniiiiiiiffffffff. Cough. Choke.

The snowflakes start to fall a little harder, a little faster, and soon the ground is covered. Dean’s surprised that it’s cold enough for the flakes to stick, but it must be. He lays off the gas a little, deciding that following the speed limit might be a good idea until the weather eases up.

Sniff. Sniffle. Snort.

Dean’s hands tighten on the steering wheel when he sees brake lights up ahead. He slows in response, and crawls along at about 35 miles per hour. He shifts from one lane to the other, but neither lane seems to be moving much at all, and soon they’re at a complete standstill.

Sniff.

“Why are we stopped?” Sam asks, his voice sounding much more nasal and annoying than it did a little while ago.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Dean says, craning his neck in case he can see anything up ahead.

“Might be left over from rush hour.”

Sniff.

“Doubt it. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Maybe an accident from the snow, then.”

Dean just grunts in response. He hates traffic, hates brake lights…

Sniiifffff. Snort.

…and hates when his day gets off to a bad start. It doesn’t bode well for the 650 miles they have in front of them. He honks the horn at no one in particular, but it makes him feel a little better.

Sam turns the speaker volume down a little bit. “Sorry,” he says when Dean eyes him warily. “I’m getting a headache. That doesn’t help much.”

Of course Sam is getting a headache. Of course he is.

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Never leave me
Walk close beside me
Your hand my hand

No tomorrow
Let us stop here
We did some great things
Didn't we?
-"Dry and Dusty" Fever Ray (http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&playnext_from=TL&videos=BIj98yCB6fs&v=J3PPOuuep7Q)

Are you brave enough to kill one of them? Your choice. Sam's either in agony and dying. Or Sam's trying to hold it together while Dean's slipping away.

(I'll totally take it if you need to undo the death somehow. I'd understand.)

FILLED, 1/1

[dime-for-12.livejournal.com]

warnings: character death.

I'm sorry this isn't longer. Hope you like it!

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He's seen a lot of fire. He thinks if pain were a color, it'd be blue, the hottest part of the flame, the most dangerous, the most horrific. It's here, he thinks, inside him or outside. Pressing through his flesh and peeling it back, exposing brittle white bone, and if he could see, maybe he'd see that, everything his body has inside. Maybe all his secrets would be there.

"Sam. Sam, listen to me."

Pressure, tight and too much around his chest, his shoulders. It's like someone's trying to hold him in, hold him together, when he's falling apart. And he doesn't want it, red hot bands constricting every time he flinches away. Stop, he wants to say, it hurts.

"Please, Sam. Just hold on, okay. Hold on."

No, no he's not. He's falling, scattering into a million pieces, and it's okay, it's fine, all he has to do is tuck and roll when he lands. Head down, Sammy, always with your head down.

"Jesus, what were you thinkin, huh?"

He tries to say his brother's name but it clacks in his throat, tiny dry claws burying the sound. He doesn't even know if Dean would stop to listen, anyway, because Sam's heard that fear before, clouding Dean's voice. He can remember it from his name, and he never knew it could be so terrifying, his name, or that it could have so much agony in it until Dean screamed it, crashed to his knees beside Sam and shook at him.

Dean, he'd say, it's okay. Even if it's a lie, even if the wetness he feels on his chest and on his stomach and down his legs is blood (and it is, the blue-fire poker in his gut tells him it is, and it's not okay, not really, but he can lie, right now, he can lie and tell Dean that, because it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter).

"What'd you think was going to happen, Sammy?" Something shifts under Sam, and his world tips sideways. There's no sight and no sound and, for a second, there's no pain, either. Just him, and the memory of Castiel, so sad and unsure, saying bear the marks, Samuel. It is the only way.

He did, maybe, do that. That's why his blood is everywhere, stinging his skin, weighing him down. He gave it up, in love and voluntarily. He can remember that if he tries. Its importance, the power, the ability to bind what shouldn't be bound.

"Why'd you listen to him, huh? We were supposed to stick together, Sammy."

We stopped it, he wants to say, even as ice moves over him, killing the fire and burning him in whole new ways. We stopped it, Dean. We're safe.

He feels his head slip from where ever it's resting, the jerk of it on his neck is rough and goes on and on, and he wonders if Dean's still there, waiting, still trying to keep him in one piece.

It's okay, Dean, let me go.

We're safe.

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Okay, so I just have to say how much I love the creators of the community and this meme.

And another prompt: "Whatever age it was that I could get slammed into walls and feel chipper the next day? I'm past that age."

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

The line totally made me sporfle, I want you to know that. XP

~Nebula

[brianshanelvr.livejournal.com]

Wincest. Sam has a rape fantasy. Dean obliges. He still needs taken care of afterwards. Use of guilt. If Dean doesn't hurt him. He'll hurt himself.

[brianshanelvr.livejournal.com]

Sam uses his abilities againt himself. Post MBV. Wincest is welcome.

[brianshanelvr.livejournal.com]

A younger Sam gives birth on Deans lap. Impala. Sexual undertones are preffered.

FILLED. Oh Baby, My Baby - 1/2

[slsh-lvr08.livejournal.com]

Title: Oh Baby, My Baby.
Rating: Pg-13 (?)
Warnings: Language, Wincest, Mpreg
Notes: Sam is 17, Dean is 21
Summary: Dean has said this word many times. Now he understands it's power.

__________

Baby. Dean has used this word many times in his life. He's said it to girls once upon a time in his life, and now he usually says it to Sam. He's said it most often to Sammy in the past two years of their lives. Dean has said it to his car more times than he cares to admit, with a loving touch and an affectionate gaze.

The word has another use that he never considered would mean anything to him. Except nine months ago, Sam started acting weird. He would disappear for hours at a time in the bathroom, during the mornings. He would eat the most disgusting things Dean could ever use his imagination to conjure up and he started wearing hoodies so large that even John would have trouble with the loose sleeves and flowing material.

At first he figured Sam did it to piss him off. But the behavior had been going on for the better part of a year and he was so sick of it. He missed his brother. He missed holding him and touching him. He had tried talking to Sam about it, but his baby brother wouldn't have it...always finding some excuse to wiggle out of the situation.

Dean thought long and hard about what to do and so on one not so special night, John took them on the road for a hunt in a town a couple of hours away and a plan hatched in Dean's mind.

A hotel room later and Dean grabbed the keys from their dad's hands.

"I'm gonna fill her up. You wanna come with me Sammy?"

Sam sighed heavily, eyes slightly wide and too alert. He bit his pink bottom lip and looked down at his shoes.

"Um, sure."

Dean was surprised. It was usually a fight to get Sam to do anything with him these days. The pair walked out of the door and Dean threw a wave over his shoulder at their father.

The moon colored Sam a pale white, the shade of which made him look peakish. Still Dean just hummed right along with his Black Sabbath cassette and drummed his fingers along with the tune. Sam kept glancing over at him like he expected something to happen.

Each time they passed a gas station or grocery store Sam would look over and then his head would snap back to the road.

"Dude, do you have to pee or somethin'?" Dean asked, remembering Sam's penchant for urinating frequently as of late.

Sam shook his head. "Uh uh."

The trip continued on until Dean eyed the small turn off onto a dirt road that they had passed earlier on their way into town. He took a sharp right and barreled down the path, kicking up dust like a storm cloud racing behind them. He had no idea where they were but as soon as they had turned, Sam began hyperventilating.

"Dean," He wheezed "What...are....you...DOING?"

Dean pulled off again and stopped at the side of the road.

"That's my question to you Sam." He replied, all business. "Did I do somethin' wrong? Did I piss you off?"

Sam shook his head violently. "We have to go back. NOW!"

Pointedly, Dean turned off the engine. "We aren't going anywhere until you tell me why you've been treating me like I have leprosy for the past nine months. I mean, seriously dude what's up?"

His brother wasn't looking at him. Sam's eyes were squeezed shut and his arms were wrapped around his stomach like he had acid reflux or food poisoning or something.

Again Sam shook his head. "No, not now." He tried to catch his breath. "Please, not now."

Dean began to be concerned when Sam started rocking back and forth in his seat, whispering to his stomach.

"This can't be happening. Dean, take me back into town!"

"No." Dean was less sure of himself this time, his primary concern being that Sam looked like he was in pain.

"God!" Sam cried with tears in his eyes. "You're an idiot."

[brianshanelvr.livejournal.com]

Following their separation in Good God Y'all, Sam gets a ride from someone allied against him. Break him, they said. So the bad man, rapes him to a blood mess. Will Sam be able to fake 'fine' over the phone to Dean.

Filled

[vail-kagami.livejournal.com]

I realise that this is a very old prompt and you might not be interested anymore, but I (kinda) filled it here (http://community.livejournal.com/ohsam/70489.html).

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Sam agrees to let Michael try him on for size. It's an extremely, extremely bad fit and lasts for all of maybe a minute. Agony, issues of self worth, and one distraught, angry older brother are the result. Wouldn't hurt my feelings any if you tossed in a little Cas.

FILLED: His cup runneth over (1/3)

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Notes: Pretty much the first thing I've ever written and posted for SPN, so feedback is very welcome!
Spoilers for episode 5.13 – The Song Remains the Same

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Michael is still wearing a young John's flesh when he meets Sam in a place that is nothing but whiteness and bright light.

Sam gasps as life returns to his new, unharmed body. Reflexively, he grasps at his stomach, pawing at the area where only a second ago there'd been a pipe impaling him. His heart thumps wildly, like it's surprised to be beating again.

“Samuel,” John's body says, and Sam fixes wild eyes on him.

“You're not John,” he says, confidently. The younger version of John wasn't the man that Sam had known growing up, but he could see his father in him. Not so anymore.

John's head nods serenely.

Sam's mind races and it only takes a few seconds for the pieces to click into place. “Michael.” Silence between them for a beat. “What do you want?”

Michael's smile is devoid of warmth. “Honestly? Your brother. His disobedience is wearying.”

Sam quirks a grin that he usually saves for telling off demons. “Dean's like that.” His smile fades as he looks at Michael, really looks at him. “You're using my dad as a vessel.”

“How very observant of you.”

“No, don't you get it?” Sam asks, hands waving. “You all keep saying that Dean's your only vessel.”

“Of course Dean is not my only vessel. The ability to harbor an angel is passed down, through bloodlines. You know this.”

Sam nodded. “Jimmy's daughter. She was a vessel for Castiel.”

“This is in your father's bloodline, and he passed it on to your brother... to you.”

Sam snorts. “Except I'm reserved for your brother.”

Michael tilts his head to the side, a gesture that reminds Sam of Castiel so vividly that he almost laughs. “Yes. That is the theory.”

Something about the way that Michael pauses has Sam on high alert. “You don't agree?”

“We are not all-knowing, Samuel. There is much we do not understand; like you, we are simply doing our jobs to the best of our ability.” Michael fixes Sam with a pointed stare. “It is possible that we have misread the situation. Underestimated the possibilities.”

“You're talking about using me. As your vessel.”

Michael nods.

“What makes you think I'd say yes where Dean won't?” Sam asks.

Michael raises his eyebrows in amusement. “Dean is not facing the choice that you are. If Dean says 'yes' to me he worries that he will be destroyed in the process; he worries that I may cause unnecessary harm to this world. But you?” Michael laughs, a quick and inhuman sound. “If you say 'yes'? You will destroy the world. Your body will be used to kill everyone you have ever known, anyone you have ever cared about, and then you'll tear your world to pieces.”

There is a cold pit in Sam's stomach at Michael's words because he knows they're true. It's why Sam will never say 'yes' to Lucifer. He can't blame Dean for fighting, but in his darkest moments, Sam wished that he had Dean's choice. He wished that all of his options amounted to saving the world, instead of being its destructor.

“What if you're wrong?” Sam asks quietly. “What if it doesn't work?”

“I do not know, Samuel. You could be destroyed, or maybe nothing will happen at all.” Michael says the word 'destroyed' like its the better of the two options.

In the end, it's the easiest decision in the world. If it does work, Dean is off the hook... and if it doesn't work, maybe Sam will be blown into enough pieces to stop Lucifer from riding him to judgement day.

“Do it.” Sam says through clenched teeth.

Michael's eyes shine. “You agree to be my vessel?”

“Yes.”

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Wee!Chesters - A very wee Sam gets separated from John & Dean and winds up in protective services. He's sent to a state home while they try to figure out who he is, what to do with him. Sam does not thrive in this new environment and keeps looking under his bed and in the wardrobe, closets, big scary industrial kitchen, basements, attic ... everywhere for Dean and his Dad. I request, no I insist upon fuzzy footie pajamas and little Sam wandering around this state facility trying to find his family. Bonus points for a late night sneaky rescue by John and a very hug-filled reunion with Dean.

[claudiapriscus.livejournal.com]

The prompt alone is entertaining. I second it!

[brianshanelvr.livejournal.com]

After Dean's words in Sympathy For The Devil. Sam goes into shock. Gen or Wincest, either way!

Old West-Chesters?

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

It's no secret that Sam doesn't have as good of a seat on a horse as Dean does. Dean might as well have been born on a horse. And, okay, so maybe Sam was hour three into the hangover from hell when Dean decided that they needed to tear out of that whore house like it was on fire, but that still doesn't really mean that it's Dean's fault that Sam's giant horse tossed him into that little cactus. Okay, okay, so, it was a huge cactus, but it's still not Dean's fault and he IS picking all of the spines out of Sam's back. And his head. And his neck. And maybe the one or two on his ass. And that's just got to count for something, right?

Re: Old West-Chesters?

[saberivojo.livejournal.com]

You know...I used to like you. And then you do a prompt like this. And you know I can't control myself. So, yes once I finish cleaning up the fucking FLOOD in the basement. And remove some more tile in the bathroom. And go to church, because I iz a good Catholic girl. I will write your fuckin' prompt.

Ihateyou.

Love,

Saberivojo

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Everbody Loves A Clown, Burnt Hands

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Simon Said. Sam DOES bend the spoon.

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The Kids Are Alright, Jealous Sam

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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Baseball Bat

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Time Is On My Side, His Eyeball