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A Sam-focused h/c meme!

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.

13. If you want to advertise this, that’s fantastic! It would be really appreciated. Just copy and paste the code provided above into your journal.

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

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It doesn't get any better after that. Whatever semblance of control Sam had before is long gone, and between them they don't have a single antihistamine to their name. Well, they might have some in the first aid kit in the Impala, but at this point Dean just wants to waste this stupid spirit and get out. It was funny before, but the situation is kind of losing its charm at this point. They've been searching for hours and turned up nothing except several metric tons of dust, more junk than you can shake a stick at, and not a single trinket that could be construed as being important to the freaking ghost.

Sam is still sneezing, his nose bright red, scrubbing at his eyes with the sleeve of his jeans jacket to very little effect, and in the last half hour Dean has heard him start to wheeze. It's subtle at first, almost imperceptible, but it's definitely getting worse. He tries to remember if they've even bothered to stock up on Sam's asthma meds —as far as Dean knows, he hasn't needed them in years, not since he was a teenager.

“You okay?” he calls out after Sam starts coughing, kneeling behind a roll-top desk in the living room. There's no answer for long enough that he starts to worry, then Sam draws in a shaky breath.

“I'm super.”

“It's gotta be around here somewhere,” he says in what he hopes is an encouraging manner. Sam just sneezes again and keeps searching.

“Hey,” Sam calls out after another few minutes have gone by, and Dean winces at how hoarse his voice sounds. “I think I got it.” He straightens up with a triumphant smile, holding a gilded cigarette case. He flips it open, revealing two long locks of differently-coloured hair that have been lovingly braided together.

Dean returns the grin. “Attaboy, Sammy! Now let's torch the thing and—”

He's not sure why he's surprised when the spirit picks that precise moment to send him flying into the opposite wall. He hears another crash seconds later, and assumes that Sam is being subjected to the same treatment. When his vision clears he sees Sam sprawled on the floor, scrabbling to get to his feet, the cigarette case lying open and empty several feet away, with no sign of the hair. He curses, scrambles upright, scanning the room for the ghost, but she's disappeared, probably getting ready for Round 2. Sam groans and sits up, and promptly succumbs to another fit of sneezing.

“Worst timing ever,” Dean rolls his eyes, but whatever else he has to say is cut off as the spirit makes a reappearance, shrieking hysterically and tearing at him with both hands. He's always felt it was damned unfair that incorporeal beings get to hurt him whenever they want, but he can't punch them back. Sometimes the universe just sucks.

He hits the wall with a jolt, feels something pressing painfully against his windpipe, and his vision greys out, heels kicking against the wall, scrabbling futilely for purchase. He claws at his throat, but there's nothing to hold onto, and he can feel the world slipping away with his air, and wasn't this supposed to be an easy job?

He barely manages to croak Sam's name before everything goes dark.

Just as suddenly as it started the onslaught stops, and he lands hard on the floor, sending spikes of pain from his tailbone up into his spine. His vision clears as oxygen reaches his brain again, and it only takes a second to register that the spirit is gone. He grits his teeth against the pain, clambers to his feet with a choice curse or three, and gives a thumbs-up to Sam, who's propped up against the far wall, Zippo lighter in one hand and the charred remains of a ribbon in the other.

“Okay, Sammy?”

Sam nods, coughing. There are angry splotches of colour on his cheeks, but the rest of his face has gone white and pinched, and Dean feels his heart stutter in his chest in a wild flutter of anxiety. He hurries over, crouches next to Sam, puts a hand on his shoulder. Sam's obviously struggling, each breath whistling painfully between bouts of coughing.

“Sam?” Dean squeezes his shoulder. “Sam, you got a rescue inhaler anywhere?”

Sam shakes his head, but a moment later he manages to rasp out “Car.”

“First aid kit?”

Another shake of the head. “D-duff...” he coughs too hard to finish the word, but it's enough.

“Okay, let's get you up. I'm not leaving you in here to choke on this stuff. Come on, up you come, Sasquatch,” he hauls Sam to his feet and pulls his arm over his shoulders when his knees buckle. “God, you're heavy. Maybe it's a good thing you only eat salad. I might not be able to carry you otherwise,” he keeps up the steady stream of chatter as he gets them out of the house and to the car, as much to keep himself calm as for Sam's benefit.

Sam leans against the Impala, lets himself slide down until he's sitting on the ground, knees drawn up to his chest, eyes screwed shut in a mix of pain and concentration, trying to force air through bronchial tubes that have resigned in a fit of pique from their official functions.

“Easy does it, Sammy. Just focus on breathing, in and out, and we'll have you back to your normal, bitchy, emo self in a second.”

Dean is going through the duffel bag with the same ruthless efficiency with which he tackles any other project, and just about drops the inhaler, he's so relieved to find it. Sam's head has fallen back against the car, fingers digging weakly into the asphalt as though he's trying to anchor himself there. If he was wheezing before, now he's in serious goddamn respiratory distress, coughing and choking, groaning audibly with each failed breath in a way that makes Dean's chest ache in sympathy. He clutches reflexively at Dean's arm, heels scraping for purchase on the ground as he fights to stay conscious.

“Shit,” Dean mutters, fumbling with the cap on the inhaler. “Easy, Sammy. Come on, focus on me. Here we go,” he doesn't bother trying to put the inhaler in Sam's hand, just forces the mouthpiece past his lips. “You know the drill. Take as deep a breath as you can. That's it,” he prays the angle of the spray is about right as he presses down on the pump, “now hold it —as long as you can. Easy does it.”

He places his free hand against Sam's chest, trying to even out the stuttering rhythm by sheer force of will. He can feel Sam's breathing even out a bit as his brother forces himself to be calm, to keep his breaths even. He's still got a death grip on the sleeve of Dean's jacket, his knuckles turning white.

“Good job,” Dean says encouragingly, but after a few minutes Sam is still struggling and coughing, still not pulling in enough air. “One more hit, okay Sammy? One more, and then I'll buy you the biggest damn cup of coffee we can find. That always helps, right?”

It's uphill from there, and he almost cries with relief. Sam keeps coughing, but the horrible desperate wheezing has stopped, and colour is coming back to his face slowly, the hectic spots in his cheeks fading, and eventually he lets go of Dean's arm, nodding to indicate that he's just fine, thanks. Dean rolls his eyes to show exactly what he thinks of that, but pulls him up to sit in the front passenger seat, and thumps him on the shoulder.

“Okay. Coffee, and we'll pick up some Benadryl —the stuff in the kit's expired. Then we'll head back to the motel and stick you in a hot shower. How does that sound?”

“Awesome,” Sam rasps, one hand pressed to his sternum, leaning back against the seat. He pulls in a careful breath, as though he expects not to be able to at any moment. “Dean?”

“What?”

“You... even think of... buying a frilly apron... I'll feed it to you.”

Dean snorts, and switches on the ignition. “In your dreams. C'mon, let's hit the road. I don't want to have to explain to that shrieking harpy why her damned house isn't clean.”

\o/

Dean rolls his eyes. “Killjoy. And don't stifle —you're killing billions of brain cells, and even you can't afford to lose all that many. They don't come back, you know.”

“Actually, there've been studies that show—”

“Sam, can you please focus on the job?”

Oh Sam. Always with the nerd-ery.

I love the detail of Sam stifling his sneezes! He does that in my head too. Great writing, as always.

Yes, always with the nerd-ery. It wouldn't be Sam otherwise.

And Sam is a control freak who hates it when he attracts attention (he slouches all the time to look less tall), so of course he stifles in my head. ;)

Glad you like it!

I love you so so so so so so so SO MUCH FOR THIS. I love it! I don't know how Sam sneezing so violently and Dean being such a little shit can be so cute, but it is and I just have a huge crush on this fic. ♥

*shrug*

I dunno. Sneezy!Sammy is awfully cute in my head, though. Maybe it bled through onto the page? ;)

I'm so glad you liked it! I was a little worried about this bit of fluff. :D

The image you painted of sneezy Sammy is cute - so it translated from your brain to the printed word just perfectly.

No reason to worry about this fic at all - it's adorable in that "oh, hey, Supernatural, let's hunt ghosts and get thrown around, but be cheeky and cute while we do it!" kind of way.

It occurs to me, I've never given Sam a respiratory issue personally. Dean, well, there was that last asthma attack and I either collapsed a lung or thought about it really hard, but Sammy. Hmm. Note to self. *sigh* Special hell, yadda yadda and etc. *G*

*g*

I gave Sammy pneumonia just before Christmas, so I think my track record speaks for itself.

Respiratory distress, FTW! Guh. Special hell, yes. Etc. You and me both.

Also, for reasons I can't explain, I see the house as a super dusty version of the house they're knocking around in during the opening credits of the Supernatural sitcom from 'Changing Channels'.

I'm useless with detailed descriptions of places, so I left it up to the reader.

I had a more Victorian home in mind (hence the canopy bed), but like I said, it's reader's choice. ;)

Awesome fic! I didn't think it could be done, but you made this so realistic. I loved how Dean's amusement turned to concern. And I'm developing a fond spot for asthmatic!Sam.

*beams*

Thank you! I wasn't sure I could pull it off either, but I had to give it a go. I'm not sure what it says about me that I'm getting a thing for asthmatic!Sam too.

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Thank you so much! (I'm still sort of hoping you'll write this prompt too)

I can't believe I didn't friend you before either. What's up with that? I love your fic, and I thought for sure you were on my flist. I'll go fix that now. :)

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Whee!

Happy new friending moment!

*smishes you back*

Poor sneezy, wheezy Sam! :D Awesome.

*g*

Thank you!

It's a lot... lighter than what I usually write (animal transformation stories notwithstanding). So I had fun. :)

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