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→ 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.”

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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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Does OP mind Wincest for this?

Filled: Sleepless 1/3

Sam’s not sleeping again. It’s the fourth night in a row. Dean is ready to try drastic measures. He’s going to put sleeping medicine in Sam’s beer tonight. Two pills of crushed Sominex thrown into a bottle of Miller and his brother will be out like a light, hopefully eight hours of unconsciousness.

Hopefully eight hours in the bed beside him. He’s not going to say it out loud, but he misses curling into the blankets beside Sam. He misses the warmth of his brother, misses the comforting presence of the Sasquatch arms wrapped around his hips; the hot breath on his shoulders while he sleeps.

He wants his Sammy back. Again.

He smiles to himself when Sammy provides him the perfect opportunity. He hadn’t noticed Dean buying the Sominex at the gas station earlier. And when he jumps into the shower, Dean waits. He pulls a beer out of the cooler they’d brought into the motel room with them and throws it back, drinking deep. The cool rush of alcohol across his tongue is deeply appreciated.

He waits until Sammy is safely locked in the bathroom with the shower running before he pulls two pills out and lays them on a napkin on the counter. It’s quick work to crush the pills beneath a sheet of paper and the hilt of his machete. The pills crumble beneath hilt like they were made to do so and he opens the beer just as the water in the shower cuts off. He shuffles the pill dust into the beer and swirls them, shakes the two together and leaves it to settle before he gives it to Sam. He cracks his own beer open and takes a deep sip of it. If it works, Sammy will sleep tonight.

Unfortunately, Sammy seems determined to put the brakes on and is resolved to not sleep. He looks exhausted. He looks like he hasn’t slept in ages, and Dean knows that he hasn’t. It sucks, and Dean wants to take care of his little brother. But he can’t do anything if Sammy’s body won’t cooperate with him.

The Sominex-spiked beer doesn’t work. And Dean spends the night in bed, with Sammy curled against his side, his shaggy head buried in Dean’s lap. The long hours of the night are spent with his hand carding through Sammy’s soft hair.

2/3

Dean’s next effort is sex. Because sex has always worn his brother out. Before he left for Stanford, after he came back in those first few desperate months when he struggled with sleeping, a good round of sex was all it took to have Sammy out like a light for at least a good four hours. Especially if his brother was the one being fucked.

Dean smirks to himself as he works his dick slowly. Careful movements that get him just this side of too hard but not close enough to have him coming apart at a grazing touch from Sammy. He towels himself off just enough that Sammy won’t bitch at him for leaving puddles of water around and strides out into the main hotel room in his gloriously nude form.

Sammy looks up at him from the computer briefly before he hunches lower and moves his hands quickly. And before Dean can think of anything about how rude Sam is for not noticing how fucking hot Dean is, large hands have pulled him against the firm body of his little brother.

Lips crash into his and they’re moving together faster than Dean had thought. He manages to strip Sammy down quickly and then he’s on his knees, fingers lubed generously as he sucks Sammy down to the root. He groans and his body arches and almost before he’s even got him worked open enough for two fingers, Sammy’s got fingers buried in the short strands of his hair and is shooting down his throat.

“Fuck, Dean,” Sammy groans as he rides the slow descent from a quick orgasm.

“Th’fuck?” Dean grouses, his voice doesn’t even have the hint of raspy that a good cock-sucking usually gives him.

“You’re too good,” Sammy shrugs sheepishly. But he does pull Dean up to his feet and while their tongues fuck into each other’s mouths, Sammy pulls his brother off quick and dirty, just the way they like it.

Sammy still doesn’t sleep that night. He lays in bed, sleepy and sated and curled into Dean like he usually does and is just awake. Dean cards his fingers through Sammy’s shaggy hair before he’s pulled under unwillingly for a couple hours of sleep.

3/3

Dean’s desperate. They’re on vacation. Sam can’t hunt, he can barely focus enough on the computer screen to put clues together, even when they’re glaringly obvious and highlighted in neon. Dean ends all commitments they had, transfers the hunt in Alabama to another pair of hunters and takes Sammy to the middle of the heartland.

Wyoming. It’s big and it’s empty and the little cabin they’re renting in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere is perfect. They’re absolutely alone. So when Dean fucks his brother into incoherency on the hood of his baby, nobody notices. When Sam returns the favor later in the grass in front of the cabin after hours of sparring, nobody’s the wiser.

But Sam still doesn’t sleep. He’s managed to snag a few hours in the backseat of the Impala, but it’s been six weeks and Sammy’s not getting more than maybe five hours a week. Far, far less than what he needs to exist helpfully. He’s at the end of his rope. He has one more trick, it’s an old one, but one Dean can only hope like hell works.

Sammy hasn’t needed this in a long time, not since before he left for Stanford.

After Sammy finally gets out of the shower (having been distracted for a good long time by Dean’s amazing oral talents), Dean forced him into the bed, naked and unashamed. He crawls into bed beside his brother and wraps his arms around Sam. They find that comfortable position that always feels just this side of perfect and Dean cards his fingers into Sammy’s hair again.

When Sammy’s as relaxed as he’s going to get until sleep claims him, Dean starts up the soft tenebrous chorus of a song that he used to sing to Sammy when he wouldn’t sleep in hotel rooms. ”I’ll be there for you. These five words I swear to you, when you breathe, I want to be the air for you: I’ll be there for you. Sammy, I’d live and die for you. Steal the sun from the sky for you. Words can say what love can do: I’ll be there for you.” He repeats it, over and over.

When Sammy was just turning six, it had been his favorite song ever. Dean had learned it word for word so that when Sammy was scared, he’d be able to give him a lullaby. He’d thought when he was a worldly ten, that he’d never be able to share Hey Jude with Sammy, not like mom had. And he’d found something else that had worked just as well, if not better.

Dean doesn’t stop singing until he feels the shuddering of Sammy’s shoulders before he drops off finally. And while he lays awake the long hours of the night, counting off each hour Sammy gets, he thinks it’s worth it.

Tomorrow night, Dean’s going to fuck Sammy’s brains out, hold him, and sing him off to sleep.

Bon Jovi’s “I’ll Be There For You” released in 1988, hit popularity in 1989. And Hell, Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion.

i LOVE YOU FOR THE PROMPT!

Thank you!

This was very sweet. Fuck, Dean is a great brother. And yes, Bon Jovi has his moments. :) This song is perfect for them anyway. I can hear Dean singing this with absolute honesty, like he 1000% believes he could steal the sun for his brother if Sammy needed it. Great work!

Thank you for reading! i wanted Sam to suffer, but i wanted him to be comforted with awesome big brother!Dean. i'm so glad that it worked out! And Dean would totally steal the sun if he could get away with it.

It DID work really well!

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