A Sam-focused h/c meme!

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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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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Er, this is actually my first SPN fic. In fangirl time, this is roughly 50 years old. *nods*

Bleacher Seats
Post-ep for 5x04 “The End”

My brother is pointing a gun at my head. I can feel the tip of the colt against my temple. The barrel is warm. Has he fired it? Will he fire it again? Does he see me at all?

Oh, Sam. My poor boy. Come a little close. Come closer and look out of your eyes. Look at him.

I do as the Devil says, not because he wants me to, but because I can’t help it. It’s difficult to take control of my vision. How do you tell your soul to reconnect to your body? High school anatomy helps. My brain is the diagram on the page with the nerves in bright yellow. I feel for the optic nerve and follow it. For a minute I am my eyes and there is nothing but vivid, spectacular visual input. It’s maddening. Dizzying and colorful without sense. I pull back. I settle into my own brain, getting a feel for how things are supposed to work with a human at the wheel. Color becomes shape. Shapes coalesce into meaning. That is a flower. That is a statue. And that is my brother, Dean. Only, it’s not. Something’s gone from him. Something’s missing. Something’s turned to dust and ash. Part of my brother has died.

I look at him and he sees me. He knows that I’m behind my eyes and I am not surprised when he pulls the trigger on the colt. I am either what’s died inside of him or the one who murdered it. I don’t know which, but he’s pulled the trigger and I hope it works. I hope the gun blasts through my skull and takes me away from this place. I don’t know if I even care if Lucifer can survive it. I’ve seen the regard for me in Dean’s eyes and I don’t want to see any more.

Poor sweet boys.

I’m wrenched from behind my eyes and it’s like being yanked from the front seat of a car that I’m driving. I’m thrown to the back, the car spins for a moment, and as it levels out, I’m numb and stupid and passive in the back seat with no idea what’s going on or where we’re heading. It’s easiest to watch from a distance. The image that works best is that I’m sitting in nosebleed seats at a KU game. Funny. I remember Dad and Dean watching Kansas football here and there when I was a kid, but it didn’t mean that much to me. I never had the sense that Kansas or anyplace was home. Strange that I should use the image now, but I do. And it works. I’m at the top of the bleachers and far, far down on the field, Lucifer uses my hands and sees with my eyes and speaks with my voice. I hate him for it.

From my vantage, I know that I’ve been shot. I know that the bullet entered my brain and was then gone. I know my flesh and bone ruptured and then repaired. I know it all happened so fast that I didn’t even feel a jolt. Dean shot me. And here I still am. God dammit.

Come here.

I really don’t want to. I’d rather sit up here in the bleachers and kick myself around for a while, but I don’t. Dean and Lucifer chatting cannot end well. I creep forward. Slow, too slow for the Devil’s taste. He grabs me, yanks me forward so fast that I fall. My knees touch damp earth. My hands clutch fistfuls of fabric. My eyes burn with tears. Holy God, I’m me again.

And here’s Dean. Why am I grabbing hold of him this way? Why am I holding him down? What’s happening? What’s going on? Dean? Dean!

“Dean.”

“You said yes.”

He’s talking to me and, oh God, I can talk back. I can reply. What do I say? Do I explain? Do I beg for him to forgive me?

I really can’t do either. I push off of him and sit on the ground. I’m wearing white. Oh, Lucifer. You really are vain, pretentious, little bitch. “I’m sorry.” I get that much out.

“You’re sorry.” Dean sits up and looks at me with his strange, cold eyes. “The world’s gone straight to hell, people are dying, infected, starving, and you’re sorry? Really, Sam? Hell, that’s all right then. Let’s just hug and forget about it, huh?”

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

“Do you know what he …”

“I don’t care what he did,” Dean says. His voice is as cold and as dismissive as it would be if he were talking to a vampire or vengeful spirit. I am the monster now in his eyes. “You said yes. If you’d held out, none of this would have happened. He would have burned through weaker vessels until there weren’t any left, but you – you gave him just what he needed to see this thing through until the end and, Sam, the end is coming.”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Say no! God dammit, Sam, you were supposed to say no.”

I’m angry. This isn’t a new thing. I’m angry a lot. Bitter. Scared. Alone with only the Devil for company. Normally there isn’t anyone to take my anger out on. Today there is. I lunge at Dean and it feels like something close to salvation when I take a swing at him and my fist connects solidly with his cheek.

“You left me. You abandoned me and they all kept dying. I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t know how to stop him!”

A sane man wouldn’t beat the crap out of the Devil’s vessel. Dean has no such compunctions or sensible inhibitions. I’ve been bigger than he has for years, but he doesn’t have to try very hard to shove me off. I’m not surprised when he hits me, but I am startled that his ferocity and disappointment hurts me more than his fists. There’s shame in each blow. Anger. Heartbreak and maybe a little hatred.

“You’re the one who left. And you don’t get to lay this on me, Sammy,” he’s saying to me, shouting at me. “I didn’t do this. You did. You were weak. I sold my soul to save you and look what you did with it!”

“They were dying.”

”I don’t care.”

“They were all dying …”

“Who,” he screams at me.

“Everyone,” I tell him. “Everyone. Children in playgrounds. Entire schools. Hospitals I would pass. And, finally, in Detroit, every last fucking person in the city. What should I have done? What would you have done? Where were you to tell me what to do? I needed you, Dean. I fucking needed you and you left me to him. You just … let me go.”

For a moment there’s shock on my brother’s face. Regret mingles with self-loathing and the smallest glimmer of the brother who always watched out for me. I see it come to life as quickly as it dies. The light flickers in Dean’s eyes and then he’s cold again. Angry. Judgmental. And I’m still just a monster to him.

That’s the love of man, the Devil whispers to me. Fickle. Fleeting. Inconsistent. And as steadfast and as true as shapes on water. It’s not his fault, Sam. He can only be as good as he was made.

“Shut …” I don’t get to finish the sentence. My voice is taken away again. I know I am standing, though I haven’t done it. I try to retreat to my bleacher seats, but I’m in freefall. The only thing to cling to is the Devil, bright, solid thing that he is, but I don’t. I feel Lucifer shrug and I know that our white suit is clean and our face free of the blood and dirt accumulated during the brawl with Dean. We’re whole, perfect, and lovely again. I want to retreat. I want to find some place to hide, but I can’t leave while Dean’s here. No matter how angry he is. I continue to fall and find myself screaming as I realize that Dean is down. That he’s on the ground and that my foot is pressed against his neck. I feel the crack of his vertebrae as one might feel the cracking of the earth beneath their feet.

My anger evaporates and is swallowed by absolute despair. My brother is dead. My brother is dead. My brother is …

“Oh. Hello, Dean.”

My brother is standing in front of the Devil and I. He looks horrified. He looks angry and he looks as though his heart is being pulled out through his back. All of the lights are on inside of his eyes and through Lucifer I can see that it’s hope that’s causing such pain in his expression. Lucifer thinks that this is adorable and a little irritating. I think it’s miraculous. I think that it’s proof that God hasn’t left us after all.

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

I can't believe I posted that. How embarrassing. LOL

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[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

It's all fair game. :)

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Well, it's old and it has its issues, but it did fit the prompt and I kinda feel about it like you feel about your first car. Sure, it's a beater, but it's your first beater. LOL

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[medea34.livejournal.com]

this was lovely, especially,

Lucifer thinks that this is adorable and a little irritating. I think it’s miraculous.

nice to see sam's thoughts on what was going on there at the end.

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

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[tiggeratl1.livejournal.com]

*squeeee* OMG, I love it!!

I can't believe I posted that. How embarrassing. LOL

Pffft, I think you did a wonderful job!! I don't know where to even begin.

Gut punching and powerful eloquent moments:

I look at him and he sees me. He knows that I’m behind my eyes and I am not surprised when he pulls the trigger on the colt. I am either what’s died inside of him or the one who murdered it. I don’t know which, but he’s pulled the trigger and I hope it works. I hope the gun blasts through my skull and takes me away from this place.
OMFG!! *jawfloor* Dean shot Sam while knowing that he was Sam at that moment. You're so evil!! *wicked grin*

I’m not surprised when he hits me, but I am startled that his ferocity and disappointment hurts me more than his fists. There’s shame in each blow. Anger. Heartbreak and maybe a little hatred.

“You’re the one who left. And you don’t get to lay this on me, Sammy,” he’s saying to me, shouting at me. “I didn’t do this. You did. You were weak. I sold my soul to save you and look what you did with it!”
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“They were all dying …”

“Who,” he screams at me.

“Everyone,” I tell him. “Everyone. Children in playgrounds. Entire schools. Hospitals I would pass. And, finally, in Detroit, every last fucking person in the city. What should I have done? What would you have done? Where were you to tell me what to do? I needed you, Dean. I fucking needed you and you left me to him. You just … let me go.”
*wibble* Oh Sammy... Oh poor Sammy. *pets* Oh I feel his pain.

That’s the love of man, the Devil whispers to me. Fickle. Fleeting. Inconsistent. And as steadfast and as true as shapes on water. It’s not his fault, Sam. He can only be as good as he was made.
Gah! I can soooo imagine Lucifer whispering that inside Sam's head. Terrific, inspired, manipulative, and shiver worthy writing!!

I continue to fall and find myself screaming as I realize that Dean is down. That he’s on the ground and that my foot is pressed against his neck. I feel the crack of his vertebrae as one might feel the cracking of the earth beneath their feet.

My anger evaporates and is swallowed by absolute despair. My brother is dead. My brother is dead. My brother is …
*sob* Oh Sam! *hugs him tight*

All of the lights are on inside of his eyes and through Lucifer I can see that it’s hope that’s causing such pain in his expression. Lucifer thinks that this is adorable and a little irritating. I think it’s miraculous.
Simply beautiful!!

Damn fine storytelling!! I'm so glad you posted it!! Thank you!! *smish*

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

:D Thank you. I hesitated because, yeah, I wrote it so long ago. But, I'm pleased that you liked it!

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[shyriann.livejournal.com]

Oh lord, this hurt just as much as I expected it to when I read the prompt. Thank you for sharing it.

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading! :)