ohsam | 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? ~

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“She’s right there,” Sam whispers, awed. He steps to the edge, eyes just closed, reaches out into thin air, fingers closing on nothing. He makes a small, hurt noise and starts to step off the roof.

Far below, dark water glints in the night, waves winking like the marid’s fifty bright eyes.

Dean lunges, grabs the fabric of Sam’s shirt and yanks him back.

The starry sky above them watches hungrily, waiting. His hands shake a little, and Dean reminds himself that he killed it, it’s dead, those fifty bright eyes pierced and lifeless every one, and the huge, shadowy fins lie still and cold in the dark behind him.

“She’s there, she’s there,” Sam whines, keening, eyes moving behind closed lids, twisting as Dean gets a better grip on his torso. “I’m coming, I’m coming, wait for me.”

The wind picks up, air drilling tiny pinpricks of numbness into Dean’s face and hands, pressing his clothes cold and close against his body. Sam makes a low, scratchy noise in his throat, a noise that rises and falls into an almost-scream as he struggles, throwing his head back against Dean’s face.

Shit that hurts, warm blood dripping down Dean’s chin from the sharp pain in his nose, and he’d knock Sam out if it weren’t for the dark, sticky patch of hair on the back of Sam’s head, the silver drips and whorls on his face. He doesn’t want to find out what a concussion would do for the marid-dream.

“Jess,” Sam grinds, and it doesn’t sound like him. “Jess, Jess, Jess…”

“Sam, snap out of it!” Dean says roughly, but Sam keeps moaning, eyes shut tight, head flopping limp from side to side, hands pushing and slapping and scratching, trying to slip free of Dean’s fingers fisted in his shirt.

A surge of dizziness drops Dean to his knees, gasping, and through blurred vision he notices the tiny silver spot on the back of his hand, barely a nick but there must have been some venom in it.

He blinks to dispel the syrupy drips of blood that he knows are in his mind, he knows, his hands are dry, his face is dry, and blood doesn’t hang in midair like that, not black and twisting, and then he remembers Sam and struggles to his feet.

Sam is reaching out once more into the empty night, blind and trusting, with an innocent, dimpled smile open on his face.

Dean wrestles him back as best he can, ignores the phantom smears of blood dark on his fingers. In the glow of the blue emergency light, Dean can see the marid’s mark, bright white curling on Sam’s cheek below his eyelashes, hissing and bubbling on the skin.

He can’t really spare the hand—he’s got a good grip on Sam, but damn the boy can struggle, and Dean is getting dizzy again, can barely tell which way is up—so he holds on tighter with his left. He brings his right hand up to Sam’s face to wipe at the mark. It feels like stone under his fingers, cold and slippery, a weird contradiction of the way it drips and bubbles where he’s not touching it.

After a few more futile swipes, Sam bucks violently, slamming Dean into the top of the fire escape, and they’re hanging over a sheer sixty-story drop.

Time stops as the air fills empty space beneath them, nothing on nothing on nothing on waiting waves.

It’s a long way down.

From:

melanth0.livejournal.com

Cold iron creaks, and the rail digs into the back of Dean’s thigh, his pulse thudding in his ears, eyes wide as he tries not to focus on the tiny, winking waves in the dark below.

The night wind chills his face and hands, blowing cold off the water, and impossible black drops of blood hang suspended in the air, splashes, gouts, ribbons, shining in the starlight.

“Sam, get back on the roof,” he chokes, hopes his brother can hear him through the madness, but the mark is almost complete, silvery whorls meeting and spreading slowly to cover the entire right half of Sam’s face, curling down his neck, and fuck that has got to stop now, now.

Dean’s knife gleams in the shadows on the other side of the roof, useless, and his nails are cut too short to do real damage as he claws at Sam’s cheek, because if he gets the skin off the mark will come too, right?

And now Sam is whimpering again, lunging and pulling out into the fall. Dean’s foot is hooked around the base of the fire escape where it’s bolted on, but they’ll go over if something doesn’t change, fast.

Sam is laughing. “Jess, Jess, we’re gonna go see Jess, let’s go over, down, down, come on, let’s GO!”

“Sammy, no!” Dean hollers, and his nose must still be bleeding, because he can taste salt on his tongue. “Quit it, you idiot! We’ll die!”

The wind picks up. Sam keeps laughing, eyes still closed and moving wildly beneath the eyelids, and now he’s rocking them back and forth in time with the creaking of the fire escape, a little farther into the drop with each push. Dean can feel his ankle rubbing raw where it’s hooked around the iron, beginning to slip… Sam’s next shove shakes a coin from his pocket. It clatters and echoes down the metal of the fire escape for a full five seconds before he can’t hear it any more.

A bolt gives with a loud pop, bounces off the edge and it’s gone, and he watches it on the way down, can’t see it any more but it’s somewhere in the black, somewhere, somewhere, between those gleaming drops and ribbons. He looks and looks, and maybe it’s here, maybe it’s there…

His head clears. The black blood is gone, his hand no longer aches, and he has full control of his limbs.

Startled, he relaxes for a moment, forgetting, and they slide almost a foot further into empty air.

Shit.

Dean looks at his hand and sees blood there, only a few drips but drying fast, and the silver is all but gone. Blood? Maybe—

“Don’t leave me again,” Dean bites, hand wrapped tight around Sam’s wrists, nails digging into the soft warm place between the bones. With his other hand he searches in vain for a sharp edge, checks his sleeve, his pocket, his waistband, finding nothing, only the slap of fabric against his numb fingers in the rising wind.

His fingers close around something small and pointed, and then the amulet is lodged in Sam’s cheek, blunt horn all the way in as he tugs it down to further distort the mark, but the marid’s slime is peeling and cracking as blood wells in the gash, and Sam chokes, grabbing at his face with huge, improbable hands, but Dean keeps dragging, hard, almost an inch, and the mark flares brightly and dissolves, dripping down Sam’s chin like quicksilver.

Sam’s eyes fly open.

“Dean? Oh god—oh god—Dean—“

Somehow, Dean pulls them back onto the roof. Sam is shivering, clinging, strangely quiet, and when Dean asks him how he feels, Sam stares at Dean like he’s the one who was talking not two minutes ago to people who weren’t there.

From:

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“Earth to Sam, hello,” Dean says, waving a hand in front of Sam’s face. It’s wonderful how Sam’s eyes are open and focused, how they’re fixed on Dean’s and actually seeing.

“Hello, Sam—anybody home?” Dean is starting to worry. What if it spread too far—what if there’s permanent damage (what if he still wishes he were with Jess)—what if—

“Yeah,” Sam says quietly, sitting down on the roof, leaning on his hands. “Yeah, Dean, I’m good. Thanks.”

“Don’t scare me like that, man, you could have—“

“Dean.” Sam sounds pained, brings his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them. “Dean, don’t.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Dean says, sitting down beside him. “You’re okay now.” He squeezes Sam’s shoulder, and the muscles relax just the barest bit beneath his fingers.

“Yeah…” Sam’s eyes are bright in the shadows of the roof, reflecting a thousand tiny stars.

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Oh, man, I just loved that. There's so much worried intensity packed into a little fic. God, poor Sam thinking he was going to see Jess and Dean trying so hard to keep hold of him. Excellent detail with the mark on Sam's face - something about it really creeped me out.

Thanks so much - that was awesome!