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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FILLED - Chased by the Devil 2/?

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With their combined strength, the heavy barrel teeters. Water sloshes over the side on Sam's arm and chest. Both groan with the strain, and eventually gravity pulls the barrel over, spilling a huge wave of water across the floor.

The water rushes over the charcoal runes with speed, washing away any distinctive markings.

The pressure in the room changes minutely, and a weight against their lungs they hadn't noticed before is released as the spell is destroyed.

Dean looks over a Sam smugly, breathing slightly elevated. “Score one for Team Free-Will, eh Sammy?”

Sam grins back, feeling considerably good over this small victory. It might not stop the apocalypse, but it'll slow it down. Hell, after their history, any victory is a party.

Sam turns his view back to the wet floor, but not before seeing a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. He turns back in time to see something coming at Dean's back at lightening speed.

“Dean!” Sam shouts in warning, as he grabs Dean's coat at his shoulder, and moves his body into Dean's.

Sam doesn't think about consequences, he pushes Dean out of the path of the incoming knife held by the demon charging. Dean, off balance, falls ungracefully to the concrete floor.

The demon lets out a scream of rage, and thrusts the blade into Sam's neck, only to then focus her black eyes up on Sam's face.

Strangely, he can feel knife scrape against his spine, shattered bits of bone dragging along the side of metal, and it's a horrible feeling. The blade travels into Sam's neck with enough force, that the tips comes out the other side.

The demon, wearing a punk teenage girl, no older than sixteen, eye's widen, and mouth opens in disbelief. Sam suspects the expression on his face is somewhat the same. Randomly, Sam thinks, yeah, Boss isn't going to be too happy with you, is he.

“Sam!” Dean cries distantly, somewhere off to his left, down on the floor.

Sam's legs seem to suddenly refuse to carry his weight. He realizes he's falling backwards slowly as his legs crumple beneath him.

The knife, still grasped tightly in the shocked demon's hand, slides out of Sam's neck, dripping red.

As Sam falls backwards, familiar arms capture his back, wrapping warm flesh around his stomach, pulling Sam's back to Dean's chest. Sam's head falls limply forward, so that his shocked, unblinking eyes, can look at the blood staining his plaid shirt and jeans.

There's this throb of pain with each beat of Sam's heart, followed by a thick gush of more blood spilling down his front. It doesn't hurt as much as it should, and Sam knows that probably means he's in trouble.

Dean pulls Sam's head back to look at the wound. Blood rushes out quickly, and Dean clamps his hand around the cut, hands slipping for grasp.

Sam catches sight of the demon girl, still standing in front of them with the knife, watching in terror. She suddenly throws her head back and spews out of the girls body, dark cloud streaming out a window in escape. The girl collapses to the floor, and Sam doubts she's alive.

Yeah, you better run. Boss is going to be pissed you hurt his vessel.

“Sam,” Dean chokes out. Sam's eyes roll back to catch sight of Dean's worried face hovering above him.

Sam tries to say something, but his throat makes a wet gurgling noise, and he feels his mouth fill with something wet and salty. Sam knows the taste of blood anywhere, especially demon tainted blood like his.

“Sam. Hey, Sam,” Dean says through gritted teeth. “You're going to be okay. Alright? You're going to be fine.”

Sam looks up into Dean's green eyes, obscured by the dim light. Something falls onto Sam's cheek, makes a wet line down to mix with the other wetness collecting around his neck and chest.

FILLED - Chased by the Devil 3/?

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Dean's crying.

Sam blinks slowly, tries to breath, and chokes on blood. His chest convulses with a cough, and specks of black splatter Dean's chin and neck. More than the pain of the cut, he feels the hurt of suffocation, his lungs drowning in his own blood. Sam closes his eyes as the pressure of the need to breath becomes unbearable.

“Sam!” Dean cries, punctuating with a slap to Sam's cheek. Sam opens his eyes to see Dean, but his vision kind of fuzzy and wavers in and out of focus.

“Don't you worry Sam. I'm going to phone Castiel, and he'll be able to fix you up, no problem. Sam!” Dean says with desperation that hurts Sam more than the need to breath does.

Dean pulls a hand off his neck and slips it into his pocket. He pulls out his cell phone but it slips out of his slick fingers and falls to the floor, clattering.

Dean's eyes meet Sam's, and he puts his hand back over Sam's neck.

“You're not going to die here, okay? You don't get that out. Sam? Sam, look at me!” Dean says sharply, again smacking his cheek.

Sam's eyes flutter open, he didn't even realize they were closed.

His vision kind of goes dark, flutters. Dean's just a shape but he can feel his body against Sam's. The feel of his hand clutching his ruined neck, his other arm wrapped around his torso, keeping him upright against Dean's chest. Sam's cold, his body numb and Dean's body is like molten heat against Sam's back and throat.

Sam thinks lazily that the heat feels really good. Why can't he be that warm?

“Sam? Sam! Sam, don't you leave me. You hear me? Sam?!” A voice says from above him.

Dean?

“Sam!” A voice calls distantly. Sam's suddenly far too tired to care about it.

Sam sinks back. His eyes stop working, or maybe there closed. But he can't see Dean anymore, and he feels like he's sinking back in cool water. He can't really feel anything, like his body laying across Dean's, but he thinks, somewhat logically, that he can't have moved.

Sam lives in a dark calm. There's no sounds, smells, tastes, or movement. He just sinks, and then drifts in a current that pulls him in some indefinable direction.

And this happens for quite some time.

He doesn't really think about anything. Just drifts and sinks. It's kind of nice.

Then, the current picks up. Slowly, the tug gains speed, and suddenly Sam's being thrown, tossed, and free falling.

And then it stops, and he's standing on solid ground, and he can see again.

Sam's on a rocky beach. The water claps loudly against rocks and logs as it laps the sea line, while seagulls cry.

Sam thinks he should be scared or worried. But all he can feel is a numb coldness where his body should be.

The world ripples with the crash of the waves, and Sam obscurely thinks about the one time he tried magic mushrooms when he was nineteen with his roommate, Ryan.

Sam notices a dark figure that wasn't there before, because he would have noticed him or her, yet he didn't suddenly appear. The person walks easily across the difficult terrain of the beach towards Sam.

As the person draws near, Sam can see it's a wrinkled old man in a black suit. His brow is heavy, hiding his eyes in darkness. Lines pull at his sunken lips and hidden eyes. His hands, covered in age spots and bulging veins, are clasped together at his waist.

Instinctively, Sam knows it's a Reaper.

FILLED - Chased by the Devil 4/?

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He should be scared of him, Sam knows this. But he isn't. Any past or could have been futures is obliterated from Sam's thoughts, and he can only remember the beach.

He takes a step towards the Reaper, and thinks, yes.

The Reaper unclasps his hands and brings a pale hand to Sam's chest. Heat explodes out from his hand, and roles through Sam. The beach shivers with Sam, and he can hear himself gasping.

Abruptly, the Reaper pulls his hand away from Sam, surprise evident, despite his lack of expression. The heat leaves with him, and Sam feels even colder than before. Sam's knees weaken, and he trembles as the Reaper takes a step away from Sam.

A noise makes its way through his throat, uncontrolled.

I can't be left here. I can't!

He tries to make a grab for the man, but the Reaper simply melts away into the beach, leaving Sam alone, again.

No, not alone.

He feels it like a burn across his back and shoulders. A pressure builds, and his muscles twitch.

He knows who is there, but he makes himself look anyways. He turns around to see Lucifer. He's in his vessel, yet he doesn't look like he's disintegrating like the last time they met.

Lucifer meets Sam's gaze, and Sam freezes. He's beautiful.

“Sam,” Lucifer calls, softly. “It's not time. You are still needed.”

“No,” Sam whispers. He takes a step backwards.

Lucifer looks amused and takes a step forward.

“Sam, it's time to go back.” He stretches a perfect hand out towards Sam. Heat ripples off his hand and it hits Sam like a blast of wind. His skin tightens and eyes water. He knows this is bad. He's not sure how, but Lucifer is bad, and anything he is going to do to Sam will be bad. Yet his legs refuse to move, locked in place.

Lucifer's fingers touch Sam's cheek softly, trailing over to Sam's hair, and an intense fire spreads from his touch across Sam's face, so hot and painful.

He's screaming, and he doesn't remember starting. And suddenly, he's running away from Lucifer, down the beach.

Sam runs as fast as he can, jumping over logs, rocks, and slippery seaweeds. The pain stays in his cheek and travels across to his eyes and lips. It scares him, and he runs faster.

Distantly, he can feel Lucifer behind him, following at his own leisurely pace, and that spurns him to just Go, Go, Go.

The burn continues to travel across his face and head, down his neck and through his chest.

The beaches waving features are no longer hypnotic, but aggressive, disorientating.

Sam trips on an outcrop of rock and falls to his knees. His hands scrap and sting against the rocks. The burn intensifies, flaring as it travels down his stomach to his hips. He pulls himself up and runs.

Sam runs. The beach never really changes, and the waves continue to crash against the rocks, and the seagulls cry as he runs past them. He burns, feels like his skin is bubbling off his body, like it's pooling and dripping off his body, and leaving puddles of himself across the rocks.

Lucifer continues to follow, like an explosion he can't completely outrun. Sam knows, somehow, that he's losing ground.

Sam doesn't know how long he flees, but the burn flares over his groin and spreads to his feet, and suddenly, he can't run anymore.

He collapses down on the hard rocks, pain flaring through points of contact. His chest heaves for breath he didn't realize he'd been out of until now. He tries to get up again, but he can't. He lies there, and feels Lucifer's approach, and is suddenly more scared than he can ever remember being, in this strange life at the never ending beach.

Lucifer walks quietly to Sam's side and bends down over him. Sam can't look up at him, but he feels the heat of his body, and it's excruciating.

FILLED - Chased by the Devil 5/5

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He studies Sam for a quite moment, and says quietly, “See you in Detroit, Sam.”

He touches Sam's back, and the world shatters into nothing.

Sam loses himself.

He is pulled through a thick, black current. Violent and aggressive, Sam is ripped away, traveling to an unknown.

And suddenly, he feels a pain in his chest, and there's something wrapped around his body tightly. His chest compulsively coughs painfully and forces air into starved lungs.

Sam gasps, and opens his eyes to see darkness. Well, actually not exactly black, but a faint light filtering through something wrapped around his face.

His whole body trembles, as his muscles twitch to life. The muscles in his back cramp and knot, then release, and cramp again. Sam's stiff, and he hurts. He's wrapped in something that feels like cloth, or a blanket.

It's difficult, but he wiggles his arm free, and pulls the blanket away from his face and gasps a lung full of fresh air.

The light hurts his eyes and Sam takes a moment to adjust before looking around.

He's in the back seat of the impala, legs scrunched uncomfortably up to fit, wrapped in an old stained blanket Dean and him keep for nights they can't afford a hotel.

The car is hot with all the windows rolled up and the sun shining brightly through the windows. He breaths through his nose for the first time and catches the sent of rigor mortis, and shit.

Nothing really makes sense.

I was on a beach, wasn't I? No. I was with Dean, at the old factory... stop a ritual...

Sam lies there in the blanket, staring up at the ceiling of the car, feeling confused. He zones out, thoughts lazy in the heat, and his eyes fall shut. He loses track of time and simply drifts in a way he's become accustom to.

The door of the impala creaks loudly as it's opened, and Sam opens his eyes to see Dean, red eyed, looking away from Sam. He looks old, lines around his mouth and eyes that shouldn't be there, and a week old beard covers his face. He chest shutters and Sam catches the sound of a quiet sob being swallowed down.

Sam blinks. He opens his mouth, but it's just so dry. Like he's swallowed saw dust.

He smacks his lips together and runs his tongue over his teeth, trying to gather moister. He swallows and nearly chokes, but stubbornly refuses to cough.

He forms the words on his lips, feeling foreign, yet so familiar too.

“Dean,” he croaks quietly.

Dean turns his head slowly, and their eyes meet.

“Sam.”


End.

Re: FILLED - Chased by the Devil 5/5

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Ah, that was so good. I loved the beach were Sam went to die and Lucifer doggedly following him. This especially: Lucifer continues to follow, like an explosion he can't completely outrun. And, Dean. Gah, those few seconds we have of Dean when Sam comes back - so tragic and sad. ♥
Thanks so much for filling my prompt! :D

Re: FILLED - Chased by the Devil 5/5

[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

Wonderful writing!

Re: FILLED - Chased by the Devil 5/5

[4422shini.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

Re: FILLED - Chased by the Devil 5/5

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Tragically well done.

Re: FILLED - Chased by the Devil 5/5

[4422shini.livejournal.com]

thank you!