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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.

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.
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THE MASTER LIST
Gastroenteritis by saltfuture
Sam/Dean or gen, any season, Sam has stomach flu, all the nasty symptoms and Dean is just awesome.

Numb by farfadine
Sam/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 minviendha
S7: Dean's dead! Oh wait, no, sorry! It was all a terrible misunderstanding. Everything's fine, Sam. ...Sam?

Weaker by monicawoe
Season 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 monicawoe
Season 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_85
Sam 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 ladybastet92
Sam/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_x
Slash. Sam gets some nasty cuts on his face. Dean cleans them. Gentle kissing happens.

By Your Side by emmram
For 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_mi
Sam/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 mamapranayama
Sam 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 saltfuture
Stanford 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_85
After 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 checkthemargins
Sam 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 ravelqueen
A 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 monicawoe
Dean 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 inheritedjeans
Gen. 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_galaxy
Dean 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_galaxy
Sam 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_galaxy
He'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_galaxy
Dean 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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[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Sam/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!

[checkthemargins.livejournal.com]

This is my new favorite thing ever. *hearts in eyes*

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

heee!!

[ladybastet92.livejournal.com]

I AM DOING THIS ONE.

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

SHUT UP I AM SO EXCITED

[ladybastet92.livejournal.com]

FILLED: Bad Days (1/?)

“Sam?”

Castiel eyed the overgrown figure wrapped in swaths of covers, its eyes barely peeking out from underneath them. A series of harsh coughs racked through the blankets, and Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in a mixture of confusion and concern. Sam slowly pushed himself up a bit, and the rest of his red and splotchy face was revealed. “Cas?” he croaked out. His voice was a pitch lower than usual, Castiel noticed, and rough, as if his vocal chords had been run through by pebbles, making Castiel wince. “What’r’you doin’ here? How’d y’find me?”

“Bobby told me of your whereabouts,” Castiel replied, taking a few steps towards the bed. “He told me you were unwell since last you spoke with him.”

“He asked you t’check up on me?” Sam asked, surprise evident on his features. He had obviously been expecting to go through this ordeal alone. Since Sam and Dean had separated about a month ago, Castiel had been spending the majority of his time with Dean, assisting him on his hunts. Castiel felt an unusual pang of guilt for neglecting to check up on the other brother during all that time, assuming that Sam was safe living his “normal apple-pie life”, as Dean put it.

“I came of my own accord,” Cas said, “Though he does want me to wish you well from him.”

“Oh,” Sam said simply. He sniffed, and looked away for a moment. “Y’don’t have t’stay.”

“You are unwell, Sam,” Castiel said, sitting on the opposite bed, his eyebrows still furrowed in worry. Castiel knew that this wasn’t a deathly illness, but Sam, with his beet-red eyes and chapped lips and greasy hair, looked absolutely miserable.

“I’m okay,” Sam argued, not so convincingly. Castiel was confused on why Sam felt he had to lie about his state of being when it was obvious that he was anything but “okay”. After two-thousand years, humans could still be astoundingly confusing to the angel, especially in ways that just seemed – well – stupid.

Sam looked down on his lap, biting his lip softly. “Dean probably needs you. You should get back to him.” Sam’s expression somehow fell even further at his brother’s name. Oh. Sam thought he was taking up Castiel’s time with Dean, or that Dean was more worthy of his attention.

Honestly, humans.

“Dean can take care of himself,” Castiel said shortly, crossing his arms.  “And he’s currently not sick – you are. So I’m staying and helping you.

Castiel could practically see the plethora of gears working in Sam’s brain, not sure if it should result in shock, continued stubbornness or gratitude.  “Cas, y’really don’t -”

“That’s final, Sam.” Castiel’s voice turned authoritative, but his expression softened marginally when Sam huffed out like a child but then managed to give Castiel an appreciative grin, before proceeding to hack his throat out for a good few seconds.

“What do you need?” Castiel asked, placing a hand on Sam’s shaking arm.

“Cas –“

“Sam.”

The man paused, but then relented. “Medicine would be awesome. I ran out yesterday, but I couldn’t find the strength to get outta bed.” Sam said this with a bit of a frustrated blush. “And…food would be good, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Castiel flew away without another word, realizing about a second too late that he probably should have asked Sam if there was something he could do to make him comfortable in his absence. Human customs were still something he was getting used to.

[ladybastet92.livejournal.com]

FILLED: Bad Days (2/?)

Which was proved after a long, awkward conversation with a pharmacist about which medicines he should purchase for his friend. Castiel didn’t understand why humans felt the need to give so many names for one type of medicine – how was he supposed to know what “cold medicine” is? Wouldn’t you give that to someone with a sort of temperature deficiency? How did you know if a human nose is “runny” or “congested”? And how, exactly, were little candies supposed to lessen a cough?

Despite these bumps, Castiel managed to purchase a bag load of medicines (he decided to get the ones that treated both statutes of the nose, just to be safe) with the money Dean lent him in case of emergencies. Cas decided that Sam being unable to get out of bed should constitute as an emergency in his book.

With the remaining money, Castiel bought some food at a nearby store. The angel had absolutely no idea what would help the human immune system, nor did he knew Sam’s tastes. In the end, he decided to get a bag of nacho chips, a bag of broccoli, some mini-microwavable pizzas (thought he may have bought those on the sole bases that he was fascinated by the concept), four waters, and soup, since that was the only thing the pharmacist advised. He decided that Sam could talk him through the preparations or send him out again if he didn’t like it.

The sun was still high in the sky when Castiel returned, and Sam looked worse. His eyes were closed,  but he didn’t look at peace. The wrinkles on his forehead were showing, and he was sniffling and coughing almost simultaneously. Castiel brought the bags over to Sam’s bedside and put a hand on Sam’s forehead. Castiel didn’t really understand the point of his, but he’d seen humans do it countless times, so maybe it offered Sam some comfort.  “Sam? I’ve returned.”

Sam struggled to open his eyes this time, squinting at the sunlight pouring through the windows. “Hey,” he said; his voice was no better than it was before. Castiel brought the bag of medicine up onto the bed and onto Sam’s lap as the human struggled a bit to get to a sitting position. “I brought medicine. Though, I’m not exactly sure what dosages I should give you, so…” Castiel trailed off, a bit abashed.

Sam, however, just gave him a sincere smile. “Thanks, Cas. This’ll help a lot.” Sam worked to open one of the packages as Cas put the other bag, the one with the food, on the bed. Sam raised his eyebrows a tad at the choices inside, but he was still smiling, Castiel noticed, as he went to close the shades for Sam’s eyes. Perhaps Castiel did something right, then.

After Sam took all the medicine he needed, he slid back down into the bed with a sigh. Castiel watched from the other bed, content to stay close to Sam. “Would you like me to fix you some food?”

“I’m good, Cas,” Sam said, and judging from the fact that he seemed to breathe a bit more and cough a bit less, Castiel decided to believe him. “I think I’m gonna sleep for a bit.”

Castiel titled his head a bit curiously at that. “Why would you sleep in the afternoon?” he asked, honestly curious. It seemed to be habit for most humans to sleep after the sun went down.

Sam let out a dry chuckle, but not a humorless one like he’d seen Dean use many times. “Helps my immune system get better. Also, I’m tired. And I’m allowed to sleep during the day if I want.”

Castiel pondered this for a moment. He then promptly got onto the bed next to Sam.

[ladybastet92.livejournal.com]

FILLED: Bad Days (3/3)

Sam moved away, his eyes wide. “Cas, what’re you –“

“I’ve never slept before,” the angel confessed, a bit confused on why Sam was edging away. He didn’t think Castiel would hurt him, did he? “I might as well try it while I’m taking care of you.”

“Allll…right,” Sam said slowly, “But – you can sleep on the other bed, y’know. You down have to – um – actually sleep in the same bed.”

“Do you dislike it?” Castiel asked, unexpected disappointment coming from this rejection. Castiel wasn’t exactly sure where it came from, but it must have shown on his features, because Sam’s expression suddenly softened.

“On second thought…whatever. Why not.” Sam slunk underneath the covers and closed his eyes. There’s a trace of a smile on Sam’s lips, one that Castiel honestly hadn’t seen since the day they met, and the angel was filled with an unexpected warmth. He watched the human breathe in and out, this boy who had the entire world pushed onto his shoulders. This boy who had been abandoned by the ones he cared about most, Castiel realized. It was a wonder that Sam was walking around at all with that invisible weight on his shoulders all by himself.

He decided that, whether Sam and Dean stayed separated or eventually reunited, Castiel wouldn’t neglect him any longer. He deserved better, Castiel thought with bittersweet fondness, watching the chest of this cursed child rise and fall.

Castiel was struck by a sudden urge to be closer to Sam. This urge manifested itself by Castiel wrapping his arms around Sam’s chest as best he could. Sam started again at this movement, but Castiel’s eyes were already closed, so he couldn’t see his reaction. He must have decided not to protest, because he could feel Sam’s muscles deflex under Castiel’s arms. The angel found, surprisingly, that he liked the heat Sam’s warm body was emitting, and he moved in a bit closer. Castiel thought he could feel Sam press in a bit closer towards him, too.

“Cas?” Sam whispered.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” Gratefulness seeped through his chapped voice, and Castiel felt the tips of his lips turn upwards for a rare smile.

“You’re welcome.”

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

OH HELLO LOVE

This is ridiculously amazing. Sick Sammy is my favoriteeeee. I loved Cas feeling Sam's forehead but not understanding why, and the medicine (he decided to get the ones that treated both statutes of the nose, just to be safe = LOVE) and poor Sammy and his low rough voice and ALL OF IT.

Thank youuu ♥

[shangrilada.livejournal.com]

LOVELY.

[prairie-city.livejournal.com]

Oh I love your Cas-voice! He's so adorably uncertain about what to get for Sam, and sleeping in the afternoon. And the Nacho chips and broccoli! Cas calling Sam a 'cursed child' and being all fond of him anyways!

&hearts &hearts &hearts...