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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[dither-river.livejournal.com]

AN: Wrote this ridiculously quickly, as a result I’ve screwed up the tenses in the first part. Hope it reads alright!

Life Goes On

The motel room smells of fire and charcoal. The curtains are drawn; every now and again a beam of light glances over the darkened window and a glow sweeps over the bed furthest from the door.

What sits there, illuminated briefly as a car passes by, with legs drawn tight against a strong chest and chin rested on shaking hands, is hurting.

Dean doesn’t do ‘chick flick’ moments. It isn’t in him to coddle and coo pain away. He can’t imagine himself in fits of tears, gathering all six foot something of his brother into his arms and weeping the night away. And so he doesn’t.

Tonight is on a whole different level. Tonight is new ground – and it frightens Dean. Tonight, a simple candy bar and “it’ll be better tomorrow, Sammy” won’t suffice. Tonight won’t be cured by tomorrow. Or the next day. Or even the next. No, Dean doesn’t want to think of how long this kind of pain could last. Doesn’t want to think of how beaten and broken and sad Sam looks with his wide, startled eyes.

Tonight, Dean wants to wake up. Too bad he can’t sleep.

~ ~ ~

Dean has begun to re-label his days. Today is d+12. Three in the afternoon and 12 hours since That happened. He’s afraid to mention it, afraid to even breathe too loudly and break the silence. Sometime during the night (or was it morning?) Sam had slumped down onto the bed – his head resting beneath the pillow and legs drawn up tight to his torso. His arms were no longer wrapped around himself; instead they splayed across the musty covers, his left wrist clutched loosely between his right hand fingers. Unresponsive eyes stared past Dean, past the door, past the world outside and at someplace only Sam could see.

“Sam?” Dean finally ventured, deciding that d+13 could do with some movement.

Unsurprisingly, there was no response – just the ever vacant gaze from haunted hazel eyes. Dean soon realised what Sam was doing, finally read the seemingly blank expression on his face for what it was. It was the look Sam had on his face when he’s calculating something, when he’s reciting exorcisms in his head tocommit them to memory. Here, Sam was feeling his pulse in his wrist, measuring the time between That, not in hours or minutes or seconds, but in living beats.

Dean wonders what it is like –a broken heart. Regarding the still form of his brother and remembering the fleeting months after the death of his Mother he wonders if watching both of his remaining family suffer allows him to come marginally close.
D+26. Won’t eat. Won’t sleep. Won’t move. Hell, Dean would bet that Sam wouldn’t even breathe if it wasn’t involuntary. Something nagged at his conscience, told him that really, something was wrong in the fact that Sam hadn’t properly grieved yet. There’d been no tears after d+1/6, while they had stood watching the blaze. No screams of injustice, no blaming his big brother for dragging him miles away on short notice and effectively leaving the love of his young life to the mercy of a vindictive son of a bitch demon. The silence was terrifying. Sam had always been vocal, had never shied around letting the world know what he was feeling.

Dean hoped the silence wouldn’t last – for the sake of both their souls.

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[dither-river.livejournal.com]

D+53. He’d managed to get him to sit up, drink some water – had shoved half a ham sandwich down his throat. The room still smells of flames.

“Up and at ‘em, Sammy.” Dean grunted, slinging a heavy arm around his neck in order to haul his thirty tonne brother to the small shower room. He desperately tried to not to think of Sam as a dead weight.

“Thanks Dean.”

Wrestling with the pair jeans to pull them off of lax legs, Dean froze – warily lifting his gaze to meet the eyes of his brother. What he met there chilled him. Devastated, tired brown eyes of someone who had done it all – and lost. In there, there was no Sam. No Sammy, just hurt and pain and loss and love.

“Don’t worry about it, Sam.”

Maybe, Dean thought as he helped Sam wash and change, they were both on the mend.

~ ~ ~ ~

D+65.

Dean thought about a new numbering system. Now was F-2. 8am on the morning of the funeral. Sixty five hours since that.

Dean had slept a little of the night – once he had slipped Sam some herbal sleeping pills and watched him drift off into a hopefully dreamless sleep – but his sleep had been plagued with fire. There was nothing poetic about it. Dante’s inferno had nothing on the flames that had seemed miles high – ominous and devouring, licking the stars with a mocking grin. Pungent and suffocating and hot. The screaming was what gave the fact he was dreaming away. Dean was sure no one had been screaming on that. F-4 and Dean realised, as he shot upright with the image of Sam being eaten by the blaze, that he was the one screaming.

Sam lay, mute on the other bed – beseeching his brother with a look that cries ‘I can still feel heat too.’

Dean only feels marginally guilty that he’s glad it was Jess in there, and not his brother.

~ ~ ~

F-1. 9am flashes on the bedside clock, the alarm set so that there was no chance either of them would miss the funeral. Dean is startled awake by the shrill alarm, wondering when he had fallen asleep. Sam is up before him for a change, staring mutely at a black tie. His shirt is on inside out, his pants on the duvet in a semi-crumpled heap. What little progress they made in the last twenty four hours seems to crumble at their feet.

“Up and at ‘em, Sammy.” Dean sighs, pulling Sam’s arms out of the shirt. Sam’s pliable, unfocused, allowing his brother to dictate him – just this once. Dean feels a twinge of something, something sick at the bottom of his stomach, as he thinks back to all the times Sam fought to show his independence. He doesn’t have the heart to call him up on it, and he knows he never will.

F-1/2 and they’re both dressed. The suits are borrowed; everything Sam had owned had been lost in the fire, the cotton crisp and white against pale skin. The jacket and tie is black. There’s a lump in Dean’s throat as he thinks of black, charcoal, fire fire fire fire fire, Sam. If Sam is thinking the same, he doesn’t show it.

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It’s the first time they’ve both left the motel room since That. The air is a brisk November cool, there’s the definite smell of winter in the air. The seasons are changing and the evidence is rolling in the wind. Dean hopes that something changes soon; he’s not sure how long he can take the silence.

F.

F+1.

The graveyard is almost empty. Friends and family stand around on the grass with tears in their eyes and sorrow in their words. Dean and Sam stand away from them all. Jess’ parents greet them at the beginning, and although they seem sincere in their grief, Dean imagines he can see the blame in their eyes, the age old question of ‘Why did my daughter have to die and not you?’ He doesn’t answer. He can’t. Sam is cold and rigid against his side, staring at the closed coffin as if he’s willing it to open and Jess, beautiful Jess, to climb out and announce that it’s all a dream.

No such thing happens. Instead – the sun shines obscenely brightly, the wind is scented with the last of the autumn bloom. It makes a change from the stench of fire but it still curdles in the bottom of his stomach like bad milk.

They’re the last people there. The stragglers have followed the family of the deceased. A morbid quiet falls onto the quaint scene. Tomorrow most of them will wake up and their hearts will be whole. Today is just another day for them. Dean wishes today was just another day.

Sam shudders; it doesn’t take a genius to know he’s holding back tears. Dean has seen Sam cry. He saw him cry over his first broken leg, first fractured rib, and first break up with his first girl friend. This time is different.

Sam’s making gasping sounds, as if he’s a fish that’s been recently gutted – desperately trying to breathe while simultaneously trying to drown.

Dean wants to take him into his arms, rub his shoulders and wipe away his tears like he knows a mother would do. Like he knows his mother would do. Instead, he reaches into his back pocket and hands over a crisp tissue he put in there for this exact reason. It startles Sam into a half laugh-half choked cry. One look at his baby brother gives Dean all the information he needs.

Their eyes meet for a moment and there is an understanding between them.

‘I loved her.’ Sam’s say.

‘I know.’ Replies Dean.

There’s a car horn blaring somewhere in the distance. The impala waits across the green grass to take them forward. Life goes on.

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[pkwench.livejournal.com]

That was beautiful. Painful. Heartbreaking. And just spot on. Excellent job!

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[dime-for-12.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous and so sad. I like the pervasiveness of time through the fic, it makes it real, gives it that feel of stagnancy versus time rushing by.

loved it :)

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[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Loved how you threaded time through this; the way Dean counted it leant real poignancy to the aftermath for Sam.

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[tifaching.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for this. I've had two marvelous responses to this prompt, Hooray! I loved the way Dean counted the passage of time and how he took care of Sam throughout it all. This was sad and uplifting at the same time. Great story, thanks again!

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[dither-river.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the prompt!

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[shyriann.livejournal.com]

I would never have guessed how much pain and meaning could be held in " F. F+1." The numbering was brilliant and painful. Realising Sam was counting time in hearbeats instead... just broke me. This was amazing.

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[sytaxia.livejournal.com]

Dean's numbering system and the way he's trying to quantify things is just so true to the character, but the real stand-out in this fic is the amazing way that you portray Sam's detachment - top notch, very moving.

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[dither-river.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)