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comment fic meme!
Time for a new comment fic meme! Please read the rules as there have been some adjustments due to the recent comment page changes.
SPREAD THE WORD
THE RULES
→ Leave a comment here with your prompt. 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. ;) )
→ In your prompt, please state your desired characters or pairings. All genres/pairings welcome, but no real-person (RPF) prompts.
→ Post as many prompts as you like - but one prompt per comment. If you've got a couple, comment with each separately.
→ Prompts can be as short or detailed as you like. Remember though - more detail means less wriggle room for the writer, which might lower the chances of someone picking up your prompt.
→ Go through the prompts! If you find one you like, write a fic for it. There's no limit to how many users can reply to a prompt, or how many prompts someone can write for.
→When replying to a prompt with your comment-fic, put ‘filled’ in your subject line and then anything else you want, like 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. As subject lines are no more, please begin your fills with the word FILLED and a TITLE in BOLD - the first box on this page shows you how to position the bold tag for proper results.
→ If you notice that your fic is not on the master list after a decent amount of time (say, two days), please poke me in a PM. I might have missed it.
→ Anon posting enabled.
→ NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES.
→ Play nice - no flaming and no character bashing, period. Any comments that break this rule will be deleted without warning.
→ Feedback is catnip for writers. Leave some author-love!
→ No spam comments.
→ Contact one of the mods if you have a question.
→ Spread the Sam love - pimp this meme!
→ Have fun!
→ In your prompt, please state your desired characters or pairings. All genres/pairings welcome, but no real-person (RPF) prompts.
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.”
→ Post as many prompts as you like - but one prompt per comment. If you've got a couple, comment with each separately.
→ Prompts can be as short or detailed as you like. Remember though - more detail means less wriggle room for the writer, which might lower the chances of someone picking up your prompt.
→ Go through the prompts! If you find one you like, write a fic for it. There's no limit to how many users can reply to a prompt, or how many prompts someone can write for.
→
→ If you notice that your fic is not on the master list after a decent amount of time (say, two days), please poke me in a PM. I might have missed it.
→ Anon posting enabled.
→ NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES.
→ Play nice - no flaming and no character bashing, period. Any comments that break this rule will be deleted without warning.
→ Feedback is catnip for writers. Leave some author-love!
→ No spam comments.
→ Contact one of the mods if you have a question.
→ Spread the Sam love - pimp this meme!
→ Have fun!
THE MASTER LIST
Gastroenteritis by
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saltfutureSam/Dean or gen, any season, Sam has stomach flu, all the nasty symptoms and Dean is just awesome.
Numb by
farfadineSam/Dean or gen. A sort of mundane nervous breakdown. Sam has been in awesome!Sam coping mode and suddenly he's just . . . not. But it's not, like, waving a gun around psychotic break. I more have a vision of Sam off doing something ordinary, jogging, an errand, and he just stops. Sitting down on the curb or in the aisle at Walmart or something. And someone gets his phone and calls the first number and Dean has to come and get him.
Everything Flows, Nothing Remains by
minviendhaS7: Dean's dead! Oh wait, no, sorry! It was all a terrible misunderstanding. Everything's fine, Sam. ...Sam?
Weaker by
monicawoeSeason 5 AU. The continuous influx of demon blood into his system completely unlocks Sam's full psychic potential, and his powers basically explode - visions, telekinesis, Andy's mind-control thing, demon manipulation (controlling and destroying). Getting them under control is not fun, especially after he and Dean go their seperate ways.
There is No Spoon by
monicawoeSeason 7, post The Mentalists. Um, what was up with Sam's bent spoon? No, really. Who did that? Subconscious telekinesis is all it takes to turn hallucination into reality.
Make Me Strong Like You by
hillz_85Sam is acting like everything is fine, that he’s not falling apart at the seams because he needs to look out for Dean who is also falling apart... Dean doesn’t notice how bad things have gotten for his brother and his new coping mechanisms until they are pointed out to him... [author's summary]
Bad Days by
ladybastet92Sam/Cas (set anytime where Cas is Cas) Sam is sick. Dean’s out doing important things, Cas shows up, Sam has to explain why he’s sleeping in the middle of the day. Cas decides he would like to take a nap as well. Sassy cuddles!
Miscalculation by
si_star_xSlash. Sam gets some nasty cuts on his face. Dean cleans them. Gentle kissing happens.
By Your Side by
emmramFor some reason Sam get his psychic powers back...but rather than Sam controlling them, Lucifer seems to be able to.
Untitled by anonymous
Pre-series. Sam dealing with the aftermath of rape. Speak-esque, preferably with no graphic depiction of the act.
Out of Nothing at All by
sakura_no_miSam/Dean or gen. Season seven - There are some days Sam doesn't get out of bed at all. Dean's understanding.
If it Wasn't for Bad Luck by
mamapranayamaSam gets a minor injury- a book falls on his head or he breaks his pinky or something, lol. Dean fusses over him, and discovers Sam is running a fever.
Visit by
saltfutureStanford era. Dean visits Sam and finds him sick in bed in his dorm room.
Sleepless by anonymous
Gen or slash, S1 or 2. Sam develops really bad insomnia. Really really realllllllly bad. The sleep deprivation is interfering with hunting and he's all cranky and life just generally sucks but he just can't sleep much. So Sam's exhausted beyond all belief, and Dean is so worried about him. He tries everything he can think of to help and none of it works. But eventually Dean stumbles upon one thing that's actually effective. Bonus points if it's something really small and schmoopy, like stroking Sam's hair while he's lying in bed.
Trust in Me and You'll Trust in Yourself by
hillz_85After Dean and Sam separate season 5, Sam stops talking. Even if he wants to, he has somehow lost the ability to talk [...] When Dean meets up with him again, he's of course shocked at this new development. Whether Sam starts talking again eventually is up to you, but I'd love to see Dean coax him out of his mental shell in little, big-brotherly ways.
Untitled by
checkthemarginsSam gets hit with a sleeping curse (it can last for however long you want). After awhile Dean starts waking him up to get him to eat and stuff. Sam is sleepy and adorable and maybe cranky some of the times he's woken up. [WIP]
Life Goes On by
ravelqueenA super wincesty one: Dean breaks off the sexual aspect of their relationship for a bunch of surely very good reasons, but Sam is pretty sure it's because he doesn't like the idea of Sam hallucinating while they're in bed. Or because Sam is all tainted with demon blood. Or because Sam isn't Lisa. Or because he just doesn't want him anymore. His train of thought doesn't go uphill from there. Big misunderstandings and relationship angst ahoy! My unrequited love kink rears its ugly head. [WIP]
It Happened Like This by
monicawoeDean never went and got Sam from Stanford when John was missing. So when Jess died, Dean wasn't there, and Sam went totally John Winchester, left without a word to anyone, and would not rest until he took down Azazel [...] all I'm looking for is the last scene when Sam finally gets his revenge and maybe John and Dean are there and now that Sam's work his done he breaks into a billion pieces and there is withdrawal and severe psychic pains and screaming and Sam hating himself for what he's become but kind of unapologetic for killing the thing that killed his girl.
Falls the Shadow by
inheritedjeansGen. Post AHBL part one and AU from there. Sam wakes up on that dirty mattress after Cold Oak with all of his memories of dying and going to heaven intact in his head (maybe he was reuinted with Jess or finally got to meet Mary and was just starting to enjoy having a mom) and he's resentful towards Dean for bringing him back to life and taking him from the peace he finally had and he's almost desperate to go back.
Singin' in the Rain by
center_galaxyDean doesn't know what to do about the whole broken wall, psychotic break, hallucinating Lucifer thing. Then Sam gets caught in the rain and gets pneumonia. And Dean DOES know what to do about that. Not like he's glad that Sam's sick, but it's just a relief to have something wrong with Sam he can help with. And, since he's there at close quarters taking care of Sam, Sam has his opportunity, too: to broach the subject of Dean's drinking, to try to get him to talk about his despair and his downward spiral. Basically, the manageable hurt/comfort routine goes on while Sam and Dean are tentatively touching on the big, huge hurt-don't-know-how-to-comfort stuff.
Ticking Time Bomb by
center_galaxySam finds out he has an aneurysm in his brain. It could be life-threatening, but for the moment it is stable and the doctors schedule him for a surgery to repair it, but it is weeks away. Dean freaks out by overprotecting Sam and doing anything he can keep his brain from 'exploding' in the mean time. He practically drives Sam insane when he won't let him run, do any physical exercise, or even go to the bathroom with the door locked. Dean mother-hen's him to the point where he can't stand it anymore and Sam takes off for a walk ... of course, now that he is alone and separated from Dean, this is when his brain decides it's time to explode.
The Apple Falls from the Tree by
center_galaxyHe's been in the business a long time and most of that time he knew John Winchester but never really got to know his kids before, so going on a hunt with them is interesting to say the least. Watching Dean and Sam, how in tandem they are, how much they're like John in different ways. One things for sure though, Dean sure can be one scary mother fucker when Sam is threatened.
Fighting Spirit by
center_galaxyDean gets his shit together in the drinking department. It was hard HARD work (either on his own--maybe something really traumatic happened that compelled this new lust for a dry life--or via ye olde Twelve-Step program.) And sure, there are painful desires to backslide but dammit, he's got this. And he's had to do it alone because he can't use anything, anyone as a crutch or an excuse any longer. Upon returning to "life", he discovers Sam has drifted into his own addiction (due to the hallucinations or genetics or hey, it's Tuesday or...yeah. Author's choice!) Now Dean has to get through to Sam and save him from himself, without losing his own hard-won sobriety.
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:: FILLED :: Miscalculation :: Part One of Two
It was a miscalculation that saw Sam getting hurt. Dean's miscalculation.
He had gone through all the effort of wrapping his jacket around his first before he caved in the dated glass window for them to escape, but he had forgotten to check that Sam had ducked and protected himself.
The cuts were caused by thin slivers and shards of glass that ricocheted towards Sam's unsuspecting face, but with limited time to take any action because the whole idea of smashing the window was to get the hell out of there – and fast – Dean had to look at Sam all bloodied up for longer than he would have liked.
In the concern for his brother, Dean had misjudged the smashed glass himself on the way out and gouged a deep cut down his calf, but it didn't matter. The blood would congeal underneath the thick denim of his jeans, but Sam's face didn't have any immediate protection.
There were a series of small cuts, all slowly leaking with blood. Some were barely pooling but others had blood that dripped down his face and was caught at his brow or neck. Dean made haste as he drove them back to their motel of the week, wanting to be as far away from that house as possible.
As Dean eventually ushered Sam into the motel room, he furrowed his eyebrows, one hand on the small of Sam's back and the other reaching towards his duffel as they stepped inside.
“Sit.” He instructed, leaving Sam alone for the barest of seconds as he moved into the bathroom and returned with a slightly dampened washcloth and a towel.
Sam's lips turned into a smile and he shook his head softly reaching up to brush his fingertips across a sore spot just to the right of his mouth. “We managed to get outta that one, didn't we?”
Dean refused to answer and instead flicked open their first aid kit, his fingers settling on the bottle of hydrogen peroxide that they always carried.
“Think there's any glass in there, Sammy?” He asked softly, concern just starting to creep into his tone.
Sam shrugged and shifted his fingers to brush across another cut, one just above his eyebrow. “I don't think – ow!”
The bottle was set down alongside the gauze pads and Dean reached to Sam's wrist, holding it still as he carefully glanced down towards Sam's face. He didn't want to start poking and prodding because his ministrations would probably make the whole situation worse. There seemed to be a glint in that cut though, just above his eyebrow.
“Damn it,” Dean cursed and took a deep breath before he moved back to the kit to retrieve the tweezers. He trusted his eyesight well enough to forego worrying about needing any magnifying equipment.
His heart was still pounding and his hands were shaking ever so slightly from the adrenaline that still pulsed through his veins, but Dean knew he would be able to hold still enough to complete the task at hand. He wouldn't go prodding deeply inside Sam's grazes, but where the glass was obviously visible, he would go in for the kill.
“Hey,” Sam murmured as Dean hovered above him, “don't worry too much. We did good, this is just...” he waved a hand towards his face and then settled it softly to rest on Dean's hip, fingers lightly ducking into his waistband, “minor.”
Dean shook his head, unable to keep a straight face as he glanced into Sam's eyes instead of the cuts themselves and found happiness within them. His brother was amused rather than disheartened, and Dean sighed softly. “Still gotta do this.”
His hands were clean as he bent slightly to get a good view of Sam's injuries. There were no serious wounds, nothing to cause serious scarring and definitely none requiring stitches, but he might have to have a butterfly bandage or two. Just for a few days.
The overhead light next to the bed was tilted just enough to shine directly down on Sam, so Dean followed the beam with the tweezers, pulling the wound open slightly with one hand to allow easier access. The sliver of glass came away in an easy glide, and Sam barely flinched.
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Dean carefully grazed across Sam's face with his fingertips, using his brother's slight winces as indication that there may be glass still imbedded. He managed to pluck away another few flecks of glass, but he was satisfied that there was little he – or anybody else – could do.
“Thank you.” Sam nodded before Dean could even state that he was finished with his inspection.
All Sam wanted was for Dean to stop causing his body to tingle by touching so softly and carefully. He wanted those fingers perhaps linked through his instead of grazing over his injuries, and more certainly than that, he just wanted to sleep.
Dean still needed to clean the dried blood from Sam's skin, but he did that carefully, dabbing at the blood with the damp washcloth and then drying it with the towel, taking care not to disturb the small flecks of injury that Sam had covering his face. The one above Sam's eyebrow was notably the worst, and Dean acknowledged it with an even gentler touch and then three small butterfly bandages to hold it together. It probably wasn't even strictly necessary, but he thought it was apt. It made him feel useful.
“There.” Dean smiled, letting out a huff of a breath as he scanned across Sam's face and knew that the small imperfections did not obscure his gorgeous features even one bit. It still felt strange sometimes, to be looking at his brother with such love and desire, but he couldn't help it. Sam was just so... Sam. “How's that feel?” He asked, clearing his throat.
He watched as Sam twitched his nose, tugging at his face slightly before nodding in satisfaction.
“Feels great. Thanks.”
Dean smiled, the action lighting his eyes and causing faint lines to tug at the corners of them. He acknowledged his tiredness at that moment and sank down onto the bed next to Sam, their thighs pressed close together.
“Sorry about that,” Dean spoke softly, tilting his head to glance towards Sam, the whiteness of the butterfly stitches glaringly stark against his skin, “should've told you to duck.”
Sam snorted a laugh and shook his head, his smile bright and barely restrained. “No worries. We were in a hurry, getting a few nicks comes with the territory.”
Dean considered it for a few moments and then nodded, “guess you're right. I'm going to shower, that alright?”
Sam shrugged and smiled again, motioning towards the bathroom as permission. “Go ahead.”
It was amusing to Dean because he could feel it bubbling beneath him, that in a moment he would be kissing Sam and all of his worries would just dissipate.
“Alrighty then,” he nodded and pressed up to his feet, stretching his arms up over his head and then turning to Sam still seated on the edge of the bed. He ducked down, ironic really, and lingered just there for a moment.
He glanced into Sam's eyes and knew Sam was doing the same straight back at him. They smiled, and it was like something out of a freakin' romance novel. Dean didn't care and very lightly pressed his lips to Sam's forehead, trailing down to carefully leave one next to his eyebrow. It probably wasn't sensible to have his lips where he had just dotted Sam with cleaning solution, but it still felt nice. “Ok,” he whispered softly, leaving just one more kiss on Sam's lips before he pulled away. “Shower.”
Sam nodded, smiling softly. He felt so warm and comfortable right there, and he would wait awake until he could curl up in Dean's arms and call it a night.
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♥ so incredibly sweet and soft and perfect. love love loooove
Thank you!!
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