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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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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.
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Falls the Shadow
The thing about Heaven is that it’s supposed to be forever. An everlasting rest, soft of touch and filled with airy kisses from his golden-haired soulmate; peanut butter crackers and hot cocoa from the mother he should have always had. Damp grass and fairy tales and quiet years (decades, seconds) of filling his whole being with eternity and learning the perfect silence of Knowing.
At first, he asks after his father, who burns and should not have to, but the angels just say Soon with the tolling deep of truth, and so they wait, all together.
He doesn’t talk again for an age, and neither do the others. They have forever to get to that, after all. Maybe when Dean and John come home to them. Maybe.
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A second and forever before he tells her hello again, for the first and last time, an anchor spears his gut and he’s falling, the startled blue of Heaven and her eyes the only goodbye he gets, the instant before he slams onto a thick plank of nauseating filth, into a corpse that should have burned days ago, and then he’s trapped (screaming to get out) inside what used to be himself and utterly alone.
There’s dirt weighing down the insides of Sam’s lungs when he coughs himself upright, and he can’t breathe, just can’t pull the air in (he shouldn’t need to panic, not anymore) so he coughs and tries to throw the weight out of his chest but he can’t. He just coughs and can’t breathe and wants her like he thought he’d never have to again.
Hands squeezing, pinching at shoulders folded in flesh that burst teeny fragile veins at the small pressure. And that’s what he is now, a great heap of pressure, pounding in his ears and through his chest and banding across his leaden lungs, punching on his shoulder., but he can’t stop the punching (pulling, again and again) with arms so heavy with bone and blood--he can’t move, he’s locked away inside rotting flesh that has yet to remember what it means to house a soul.
“Sam?!” (Not her, he’s not hearing her and then he can’t stop crying.)
“It’s okay, Sammy. It’s okay--I got you.” (Does his brother even know he’s lied at least twice there?) “I’m not leaving you again. I got you back.”
Sam keeps crying, and he keeps crying, and he won’t ever stop.
--
It isn’t until he’s back that Sam remembers that for such a brief forever, he couldn’t feel her flesh dripping onto his forehead anymore, sloughed from her bones, or smell the smoke smouldering off damp corpses, out of exhumed graves, pouring off her in waves. He lived his whole life with heady, horrid smoke etched on his upper lip (so he could never forget what death smelled like) and now he will have to live it all out again. Unless...
Unless.
(This is the first time Sam thinks it, and it won’t be the last until he’s home again. This he knows.)
--
“I gave up Heaven so that you can go to Hell? Fuck that, Dean.”
“What, Sam, you think I could just let you stay dead? At least you’re breathing again, and I least I know for sure you’re not burning down below.”
“No. No, you don’t get to take the high road here.”
“I’m you’re big brother. That’s my damn job. I’m not gonna fuck it up again.”
But you already have, Dean. (Can’t you see and why can’t you see?)
“You were just scared of being alone for the first time in your life. That’s why you did it.”
“Sam, that’s not fair, and you know it.”
But it is, and they both know that.
--
Engine smoke rubs Sam’s lungs and coils through his stomach as they eat the countryside under the Impala’s tires. First to Bobby’s, then so fast and far away (but close--everything on Earth is so desperately, horrifyingly close, and especially the skin wrapped so tight across his flesh; the flesh around his soul).
The horizon pulls the sun down from his perch and Sam aches.
--
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Thou shalt not kill, Sam. Now you’re never going back.
Sam burns so many bullets on the face of the man who ruined everything (except not really--that would be Dean, dear older brother, now wouldn’t it) that Jake Talley is more a John Doe.
From behind him, Dean watches and watches but doesn’t really see--Why can’t you see and why didn’t you before?--only watches what he wreaked and wrought and dares to wonder what he did so wrong.
(Just let me go home.)
--
“I was happy there.” What should be screamed, so quiet.
“You’ll go back, Sammy.” The instant reassurance from a brother blind with fear more than love. Fear of being alone? Fear of failure? (And isn’t that funny, ‘cause he’s failed already.) Sam is laughing, and the galloping weight of it startles him quiet again. “Just... You can be happy here, Sammy. Can’t you?”
Sam watches demons rise like the smoke that baptised him and tempered him again twenty odd years later, not saying a word. He tries to trace out John Winchester amongst the stars and thinks They’re almost a whole family up there.
“Mom and Dad will never see you again, and I’ll have to go back alone,” Sam says. “You did this, you selfish prick.”
“We still have time. We’ll... figure something. And you can be happy again, with me.”
Dean doesn’t even phrase that one like a question. Deep inside his rotten, rotting, leaden dead and earthly brain, Sam remembers loving the man standing before him. He remembers it, and the memory tastes so different. See, Dean pulled him down from Heaven, straight into the arms of Hell, and yet…
Sam stares and stares straight at the bridge of Dean’s nose, dusted with freckles and more familiar to Sam than any part of himself. He loves Dean, and that love is mingled with so much hate. It wasn’t that way before.
It wasn’t anything like that way before.
--
But maybe Sam can still go home--Jesus set out to save the sinners, murderers so chief among them, that’s what Is Written and it must be true, oh it has to be true. He will spend the rest of his (please, let them be short) days on his knees in penance. He will never again raise himself up, nor lift his head from its prostrations. Latin will fall in endless waves from his lips, and he will never cease his search for forgiveness.
(Here, Jess is burning everyday, and there, she never burned at all.)
There is one thing Sam wants, and it is worlds away. He spends two weeks prostrated on the floor beside his bed (Dean, Bobby circling like snakes to tempt him, but they can’t--they can’t stop him) even as his knees soften under him and bruise and splinter, but the flesh is not what matters here. He will be ready for Heaven when it comes for him again. Even if Heaven is to be forever without Dean, he will be ready.
(Why do you have to go to Hell, Dean, with Sam so set on Heaven?)
--
Sam will find a way--he’s always been able to get to places he shouldn’t (like Stanford, a heaven in its own right, and Wyoming’s Hell Gate as the walking miracle man, still half-dead) and this will be no different.
He knows this much--that he can’t follow the slow and even beat of time to his end so far away.
(Dean watches him, and watches his fall into an obsession focused so high up, and resigns himself to the Pit in the darkest corners of his heart.)
--
Here’s the thing: Suicides don’t go to Heaven. Sam’s almost (yet not quite) certain of that one fact.
(But that just means he has to get creative.)
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