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.

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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

[redrum669.livejournal.com]

Wee!Chesters - Sam experiences 'night terrors', Dean comforts (can be either before or after Dean tells Sam the truth about what's out in the dark)

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

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Filled: A Toy Store Is No Place For a Red-Painted Tugboat 1/?

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Dean is lost. Floundering and without any clue who is he, what he should do, or how he can undo all that he’s done. All that he’s started. The taste of too much whiskey makes his lips tingle and, when his breath reaches his nose, he knows that he’s reeking of it. Drowning in it because, really, that’s just the parallel that he needs right now. Dean Winchester is fucking drowning. He feels like his heart’s just continually being ripped out of his chest and he clings to the desperate belief that pain means there’s got to be something left of his soul inside. He doesn’t know. But he wants it to be true.

This, however, this he knows. It’s been a while, years in fact, but it’s surprising and horrible and just really sad how little it’s changed. Sam used to have nightmares. Given their occupation, their lives, it doesn’t sound like much. But, when he’d been very, very small, he’d go to sleep for Dean easy as could be in fuzzy pajamas, the kind with feet. He must have been three when it started. Right about the time that Dad started leaving Dean alone with Sam for long periods of time, come to think of it. There’d be Sam, all crazy with his curls – holy God, did the kid have curls there for a while – sprawled out and clutching ‘The Pokey Little Puppy’ or ‘Scuffy The Tugboat’ which had been his favorite. He’d sleep and Dean would have the night to himself. Which, at the very grown up age of seven had been really sort of terrifying. It’s hard for him to remember what he did to fill the hours after Sam went to sleep. He cleaned and he organized their meager possessions. He remembers doing endless bits of wash in endless motel bathrooms and hanging socks and Spiderman Underoos to drip from towel racks. He read comics and he watched crappy TV. Mostly Dean remembers trying not to feel so useless and so scared. It had been hard on him then. He hadn’t really known what to do with himself. Most nights he’d gone to bed, completely, utterly, wide awake and not tired, but unable to think of what else to do.

But, eventually, sleep he did. Restless sleep with restless dreams. It was if his body would not let him go down deep enough, far enough to really rest. Dean slept lightly and he waited. Every night for almost a year and a half, he would wake sometime between three and four in the morning. Sleep befuddled at first and terrified. Dean had been terrified when it had started because it sounded so … awful. Sam woke him up with screams. Not just scared screams, but screams like the world was ending for him, for Sam Winchester personally. Screams that spoke of more heartache and loss than a three year-old could even imagine.

It had scared Dean absolutely shitless because it wasn’t normal. Couldn’t have been normal. He’d been so freaked out that, after waking Sammy up and hugging him really, really hard while the kid had looked at him in sleepy, wide-eyed adoration, Dean had called Pastor Jim. Nightmare, the generally wise and sage PJ had told him. Just a nightmare and then he’d called Dean ‘String Bean’ a couple of times until Dean had been so busy insisting that he was not a scrawny, string bean sort of boy, but, in fact, a very strong boy that he’d forgotten he’d called in a blind panic.

When the dreams came nightly, when Dean had almost lost it right when his Dad had come in all wrung out and tired with that small smile of his, the label of nightmare was traded for night terrors. Little Sammy, his father explained, had night terrors. Fit all of the classic signs and he was sure he’d grow right out of it. No big deal. Don’t worry, kiddo. Dad said it, his voice low, rumbling and reassuring, but Dean didn’t miss how his father, too, had scooped Sammy up in a near panic and how wet his eyes had looked when he first heard the kid just wailing in loss and agony and sorrow.

Sam clung to him or to Dean if he got there first. And he was inconsolable. One or the other, he or Dad, hell sometimes both of them, would rock the kid and shush him. Smooth his hair, kiss his brow, and tell him it was all right. Shh, Sammy. Shh, now. It’s all right. I’m here. I’m here and nothing’s going to get you.

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Sam’s night terrors changed things. At first, Dad stayed with them. Then he shipped them off to Pastor Jim’s where, frankly, they had a great time running mad and disrespectful through his church chasing kittens and little girl named Jean who lived next door to the rectory. But, John Winchester did not like the distance to stretch too far between him and his sons. Dean was not surprised when they took to the road again and found that nothing had really changed after all, except the accommodations. Shitty houses and trailers. Apartments. Larger places. Places where a boy might scream his head off at 3:30 in the morning and cause less of a fuss than he would at a motel.

Dean learned to deal. In retrospect, he knew it had been harder on him. Sam might have woken up screaming, once or twice so keyed up that he’d even peed in his fuzzy blue pajamas, but once calmed, once soothed, he fell back asleep and remembered … nothing. He woke chipper every morning, early, God the kid had to have been part rooster because he’d gotten up so early. And he’d had no idea that he’d clung to Dean in terror for nearly an hour the night before, that he’d cried until he had no voice, that he’d gone back to sleep clutching tightly to his brother and to his book.

For almost eighteen months, Sam had been plagued by night terrors. They made infrequent appearances after that, but they were like snowstorms in May. Unexpected. Rare. And gone as quickly as they’d come. Dean didn’t know how he could tell the difference between Sam screaming himself awake from a nightmare and Sam screaming himself, well, that was it really. Sam didn’t wake from the night terrors. Dean had tried it once, tried not waking him because some bullshit book that Dad had brought home had suggested that it was better for Sammy’s sleep patterns or some shit to just let him lay there and scream like the world was ending and it was all his fault. Dean hadn’t been able to stand it. He himself had started crying after letting Sam scream for nearly thirty minutes. He’d woken him from it, shushed him, cuddled him, cried all over him, and Sam, tiny, chubby Sam with his big curls and his big eyes just hung on to him as if Dean had been the one piece of driftwood on all of the sea. Dean had read him back to sleep that night, once they were both calmer. Sam’s book with its silly scowling tugboat that had been all cross and surly because the world was too small and he’d wanted it to be bigger. Dean read to him. Sam, his breath still hitching at odd times as if crying had been an earthquake and he was having aftershocks, lay against him, his head over Dean’s heart, and he would sometimes point to the book and smile. And that’s how he always went back to sleep, with a smile.

So, this? This Dean knows. He knows Sam isn’t having a nightmare. He can tell it from the tone of his screams as he’s tromping down the basement stairs to the panic room. He can see it on Castiel’s face as he stands next to the iron door, brows pinched over his huge and endlessly blue eyes. He can hear it in the aching, terrified loss in Sam’s screams.

“I thought,” Castiel begins, “that Sam was improving. The demon blood should be purged and he has seemed stronger. He ate for me. Soft-boiled eggs over toast, just like you said. I thought he was improving,” the angel says again.

“It’s not the demon blood,” Dean tells him. He stops next to the angel for a moment and wonders, if Castiel looks that bad, how bad must Dean himself look? Are the shadows under his eyes twice as purple? Are his clothes beyond disheveled? Does he look as much in need of a hug and some sympathy and a little fucking hope?

He can see the questions budding on Castiel’s lips and he knows that the angel is about to just demand answers. Castiel may be new at friendship, but Dean knows already that he’s very fierce, very protective. Maybe he doesn’t know if he should treat Sam like a child or a man half the time, but the need to care for him seems to be instinctive to Castiel now. Dean approves, God does he ever, but he’s tired and it hurts him to listen to Sammy scream like that.

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

“I’ll explain later,” Dean says and he thinks that he might actually like to. Thinks it might be nice to curl up on the couch with something hot like cocoa or cup of soup and just tell Castiel all about it and anything else that he can think of. But? Not now.

Now Dean draws back the bolt to the panic room and walks in. As he thought, Sam is asleep on the cot. Asleep, but screaming. His large hands are clenched into fists and tears squeeze out from behind closed eyelids. Sam is stretched out, feet hanging ridiculously over the cot, limbs straining as if he’s being pulled apart, and he screams. And screams. There are no words. No cries for Dean or for Dad or for Jess – things Dean has all heard Sam cry out in the night before. There is only his wailing as if he is down in hell, on the rack, and looking at a shining blade, knowing that he’s just a hairsbreadth from taking it. It’s the sound of everything being lost. It’s the sound Dean knows he made when his soul was being stripped bare down in the pit. It’s the sound he made when he took the knife and put it to the first person they gave him to work on. It’s the sound Bela made when she realized that it was him, that he was her torturer, and she begged for anything, any punishment in all of hell. Anything but him.

Dean slides down next to the cot, catching one of Sam’s clenched fists in his. As he does, he wonders if Sam’s night terrors had maybe always been foreshadowing or precognition. He wonders if his little brother had jumped ahead in time and seen what they would all become. He wonders if the Devil had flavored the quality of his sleep and whispered to him that he was there, that he was waiting for him.

“Sammy,” Dean says and reaches up with the hand that isn’t already holding Sam’s fist to lightly stroke his brother’s sweat-dampened hair. “C’mon, kiddo. Wake up.”

When he doesn’t, when Sam whimpers slightly before sucking in a breath to scream some more, Dean threads his fingers into Sam’s hair, thumb caressing over his eyebrow as he takes hold of him. He squeezes the hand he’s holding and says his brother’s name again loudly and more firmly.

“Sam.”

Sam sucks in four rapid breaths like he’s winding up for a pitch and, then, he turns. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he turns on his side, facing Dean, and curls up as small and as tight as his large body will let him. He isn’t fully awake. He doesn’t have the wherewithal to pull away, to man up, and to act like nothing happened. Dean knows this and he’s not surprised, he is in fact just about expecting it, when Sam shudders and begins to weep. The night terrors still have a good grip on him and Dean feels like he’s physically pulling Sam out of dark, grasping hands when he slips an arm around his back and yanks him closer. He leans in and wraps Sam in his embrace, shushing him. He can feel Castiel’s eyes on him as he speaks, saying the stupid, bullshit nonsense that he always said.

“It’s all right. Shh, wake up now, Sammy. I’m here. It’s all right now.”

Sam’s just waking, he’s just starting move when Dean hears Castiel at the door. He looks over his shoulder at him and sees the angel watching him raptly with dark eyes. His expression is unfathomable.
“You are a very good brother, Dean Winchester,” Cas tells him.

Dean doesn’t really know what to do with that because he has his moments. He knows that he does, but he also knows just exactly how often he’s treated Sam like shit. How often he’s pushed him, punished him, and just let him fall hard on his ass. So, he says nothing to Cas. Just shrugs and turns back to Sam who’s still clinging to him, but quieting more with each breath.

Sam keeps it up for another few minutes before pulling back. Drying out has weakened him. Worse, it’s humbled him and Sam doesn’t have anything in him at the moment to look embarrassed or uncomfortable. He only lays on his side, facing Dean, and holding him fast in his gaze as if he’s afraid he’ll vanish if he blinks.

Dean settles himself more comfortably, shifts so that his arm is resting on the cot. When Sam doesn’t say anything, when he just looks at him so hopelessly, profoundly lost, Dean closes his eyes and smiles softly.

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

“Scuffy was sad,” Dean says. “Scuffy was cross. Scuffy sniffed his blue smokestack.”

“A toy store is no place for a red-painted tugboat,” Sam says and Dean can hear his heart breaking with each word. But he hears love, too. Gratitude. And fear. So much fear. “I was meant for bigger things.”

Sam’s breath catches and he’s choking on a sob. Dean catches him again, but says nothing as he holds tight to him. Later in the day he can tell himself that it was the combination of his own lingering drunkenness coupled with Sam’s obvious detox-induced night terrors. Right now though, now it just seems vital to hold tightly to the kid and do his best not to sob with him.

“I don’t want to be meant for anything,” Sam tells him brokenly. “Dean, I don’t … I really …”

“I know, Sam. But … fuck, I can’t believe I remember this stupid book like this and I swear I’ll deny it if you ever bring it up, but maybe life is just like it was for your stupid little tugboat.”

“I’m a shitty emo boat that doesn’t know when he has it good?”

Dean huffs out a small laugh. “No, well, maybe. The boat was a pissy little bitch, just like you, yeah. But, shit, Sam. Maybe our lives have been on the river. And it keeps getting bigger and scarier, but maybe someone will be there, waiting. Ready to pull us both back before we hit the ocean and are lost forever.”

Sam’s fingers curl in Dean’s shirt and, Jesus. For all that the guy is a giant, a demon blood drinking, six foot four giant, it’s like he’s a child again. He might as well be three and tucked in bed with fuzzy pajamas that Dean insists are Cookie Monster blue and Sam says are the color of Grover. As far as they’ve come, as far as they’ve gone and all of the things that they’ve done, at the moment, Dean doesn’t feel like they’ve gone far at all. He feels like time just reversed itself and for a moment he wishes to God that it could, that he could go back to a time when the scariest thing he could imagine was his little brother screaming in the night.

“Do you really believe that,” Sam asks after several minutes. “Do you really believe that there’s anyone … that there’s God?”

“I’m trying like hell to,” Dean tells him. “I really am.”

Sam doesn’t say anything in reply, but he relaxes. He doesn’t let go of Dean, but the tension slowly seeps out of him. It’s not exactly putting him back to sleep warm, safe, and with a smile on his face, but Dean figures it’s a start. Maybe for the both of them.

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[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

I held it together beautifully while reading this fic, until this:

“I don’t want to be meant for anything,” Sam tells him brokenly. “Dean, I don’t … I really …”

And then I bawled. Like a calf. I blame you.

Oh, oh Sammy!

*weeps*

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Sorry! Apparently the fruits of my insomnia are as maudlin as they are schmoopy. Heh. Poor boys!

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

That said, I feel sort of happy in kind of a mean way (like writers usually do) about hearing that it made you sniffle. Because, yes, writers are mean. LOL So, thank you!

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[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

*sniffle*?

No no. Perhaps you misunderstood when I said "bawled like a calf." I'm talking Kleenex, here. Lots of it. My cats think I'm nuts.

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Awwwuh! Then I am both sad and really, really pleased. *pets*

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[lavinialavender.livejournal.com]

Very sweet and nicely done. Great job.

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Having let it sit for a few days, I see things that I'm itching to go back and smooth over. I think that's the joy of the comment fic. :)

[lavinialavender.livejournal.com]

Well, be sure to post it to the community if you do!

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[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

Oh. *wibbles*

The bit about little Sam's night terrors maybe being precognitive and him seeing what they would become? Sent shivers down my spine. It's such a terrible, heart-breaking idea.

Great job!

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Unh, I meant to include a little note saying that I hope the fic from your lovely prompt worked. I wrote it kind of quickly in a fit of insomnia and it's wretchedly unedited. Anyway, I hope you don't run screaming from it. :D

[redrum669.livejournal.com]

It worked just fine :) Hell, I wish I could write like this when Insomnia takes hold...
Thank you for filling my prompt. I enjoyed your fic and I especially liked how you tied it in with present!Sam and Dean.

[pkwench.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. My original plan when I first saw this prompt weeks ago was probably more traditional and what you were after. From Sam's POV. But, this is what happened instead. I blame lack of sleep and MBV.