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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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FILLED: "Fighting Spirit" Sam, Dean (GEN) 1/?

Author's Note: I hope it isn't too late to do this. I'm new here . . . anyways, please note that this prompt deals with addiction and therefore, this story does too. This might be suitable for all readers. Please don't read if addiction is a trigger for you.

In his meetings--and he's been to a hell of a lot of them--the people around him always say what brought them into drinking. For some, it's the death of a family member. For others, it was simply the way they liked the buzz of the alcohol as it coursed through their system.

"And you, Dean?" His group leader, Linda, asks with an understanding look in her eyes. "Why did you start drinking?"

"It was just part of my life." He admits. It's a lie, but it's as close to the truth as he can get without getting into the things that go bump in the night.

"You were raised in it?" Linda is his favorite group leader. She's sharp and she knows how to coax everyone out of their shells of guilt and shame and begin to speak. Ever since "the incident", he's been to over 100 12 Step meetings and met over 500 other alcoholics like himself. He smiles slightly. The fact that he can admit that he is an alcoholic was just a sign that he was getting better.

"My dad used to drink a lot." He's being deliberately vague and judging from the way Linda's eyebrows rise, she knows he is too. Still, she won't call him out on it--she never does unless she knows that someone is lying--but he knows he'll get a talking to after this meeting.

"You've learned to let it go?" The other group members--his fellow supporters, God, Sammy would have kick out of this if he knew--nod encouragingly at him, waiting for him to tell his story.

"I'm learning." Linda rewards him with a small smile.

"We all are," She tells the group. She glances at the clock and then nods her head. "It's 8 o'clock. Have a good week everyone. Stay strong and get support if you need it." Murmured goodbyes are exchanged and Linda comes over to him.

"Linda?"

"You're doing well, Dean," She says with a grin. "But next time, I'd like you to trust us a bit more."

"We've all got secrets." He retorts and she chuckles.

"Secrets can kill though," She replies, picking up her bag. "How long have you been sober?"

"Five months, 13 days." He answers automatically because he will never forget the moment he quit drinking; he can never allow himself to forget.

"7 months, 21 days," She offers in turn. Then, slinging her bag over her shoulder, she moves past him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hang in there, Dean."

"You too."

FILLED: "Fighting Spirit" Sam, Dean, Bobby (Gen) 2/?

He hasn't seen Sam since "the incident".

He doesn't return his calls either, though God knows he wants to. Still, Bobby keeps tabs on his little brother and Dean talks with the older hunter at least once a week. It's not his choice--he wants to be with Sam--but after "the incident", he knew he had to get sober and having Sam by his side wouldn't give him the motivation he needed to get better. Addiction is the worst monster he's ever faced and unlike the things he's used to dealing with, you can't just shoot it in the face. You have to fight with all your might and even then, it will kick your ass and break you until you feel like you're going to die. Still, you have to get up and keep pushing forward.

You have to have something to motivate you to get better.

And seeing Sam after all this time? That's what motivates him.

He's getting close to getting better--he's come to the terms that he'll never be completely healthy again, once an addict always an addict--but he's finally starting to feel confident that he could turn down alcohol if he was offered it. In his mind, he can finally allow himself the possibility that he can go see Sam.

His phone rings and for a brief second, his hope rises, but it's just Bobby.

"Hey." He greets, sighing a bit. God, he misses his brother so much.

"Dean, you okay?" The eldest Winchester freezes in the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He replies quickly, but he knows that tone in Bobby's voice. He's heard it tell widows that their husbands died in a hunting accident. "Bobby, what's wrong with Sam?"

"Dean--"

"Just . . . tell me." He breathes, trying to focus on the calm, inner-center peace crap that some guy was spouting about three meetings ago and not on how much he wants a drink to steady his nerves.

"He's missing, Dean."

FILLED: "Fighting Spirit" Sam, Dean, Bobby (Gen) 3/?

He's driving 90 mph down the highway and all he wants to do is find his brother and then drink himself into oblivion. He's white knuckling it and running on sheer panic and caffeine, careening down the road to the last place Bobby knew Sam was staying. He's chastising himself for leaving his baby brother all alone and unprotected, because who the fuck does that? So what if he got better? What did it matter if Sam was--?

No.

No, he couldn't go down that road.

He hits his speed dial #4 and waits.

"Dean?" Linda sounds exhausted and she should, it's 4 in the morning back in Florida, but he doesn't have time for that. He needs help.

"I'm drowning," That's the keyword they use in the group. Linda, as his sponsor, would now throw him a lifeline. Immediately, he hears her awaken, listens to her shuffle around in her room and turn on the light. "Linda, I just--"

"Dean Winchester," She begins sharply and he immediately straightens up. She's one of the few people that knows his real name--he thought that it would help him get better--and he feels a bit better, like he's not alone in this. "You don't need a drink. You are not going to drink, you know why?"

"Why?" He asks, willing himself to believe her words.

"Because you are doing this for Sam."

And that clicks.

Sam was the reason that he got sober.

Sam got hurt on a hunt because Dean was drunk and he fucked up the shot and instead of hitting the pissed-off Wendigo, he hit his baby brother instead. His little brother had almost died and while he was sitting in the hospital waiting room, he vowed then and there to get sober.

"I'm doing this for Sam." He repeats.

"You are," Linda affirms. "And you aren't going to break down now, you hear me?"

"No, I'm not." He tells her, feeling his strength come back.

A pause as Linda waits to see if he needs to say anything else.

"You good, Dean?"

"I'm good."

Linda stays with him on the line until he gets to Sam's place, an hour later.

FILLED: "Fighting Spirit" Sam, Dean, Bobby (Gen) 4/?

Sam's place is clear.

No sign of forced entry, nothing broken or stolen--everything seems fine.

A wave of relief surges through him as Dean processes that. He takes a few moments to call Bobby and informs him of this update. The gruff hunter promises to meet him there within a half an hour and the oldest Winchester nods his head. Sam's apartment is bare--his bags are pushed under his bed and a few faded pictures are put up. Dean regrets leaving--he had to, though and Sam knew that--but if he had been here, then Sam would be okay.

He can't let himself think that like that though or he'll end up falling into the bottom of his bottle and never climb out again.

His phone rings and he immediately places it to his ear.

"Dean?" It's a weak voice and slurred, but one that Dean knows anywhere.

"Sammy?" He nearly falls over from relief because, shit, it's been months since he talked to his little brother and after today, he was never, ever going to avoid talking to his brother ever again. "Sam, where are you? You okay?"

"Dean, he said you were never going to come." A pit forms in his stomach. No, no this couldn't be--

"Who, Sam?"

"Dean?" His voice is fading and the eldest Winchester is trying to do his best not to panic, but he's always panicked when it came to Sam.

"Sam, I'm coming to get you," He assures him. "Just tell me where you are."

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad we got to talk one last time."

And then the line goes dead.

FILLED: "Fighting Spirit" Sam, Dean, Bobby (Gen) 5/?

Thank God for GPS tracking.

Dean manages to find Sam's location within a few minutes and he's there in about 15. Sam has holed up in a motel in the next town over. He still knows all of their old tricks that they used when they were hunting and he immediately finds Sam's room, the door slightly ajar.

There's blood on the door knob.

"Sam?" He calls cautiously, gun ready to fire if necessary. "Sammy?"

"D'n?" A slur from his right and he sees his little brother appearing so fragile and broken, sitting on the bed. There's a jagged cut on his wrist and a bloody knife in his other hand. "You came."

In that moment, Dean is torn between screaming with rage and sobbing.

He settles instead for tearing a strip of the bed sheet and applying pressure. His little brother flinches at the pain that flares from the wound and Dean focuses on keeping his brother alive and not on how this is all his fault for leaving his brother for wanting to get sober. He fucked up and Sam was once again was paying the price. There are other cuts on Sam's body and it's with a startling realization that he understands what's going on.

"Sam?" Murky hazel eyes meet his gaze. "Is . . . Is Lucifer back?" Because he had thought Sam was okay. Sam had told him that Lucifer had left, that he had it under control and, "Go Dean, I'll be fine." Sam chuckles dryly and shakes his head sadly, as if he's pitying a poor child.

"He never left."

Dean stitches up the wound, puts Sam to bed and calls Linda.

"Everything okay?" She asks him and he tells her. It all comes spilling forth because he has no one else to turn to right now, no one else who would understand how fucking hard it was for him to just stand here and watch his brother sleep when all his heart was screaming for was the peaceful oblivion that only alcohol could provide. "He's been cutting?" There's no judgement in her tone, only sympathy and understanding.

"I don't know," He confesses. "I think so. Fuck, Linda, what do I do?"

"You focus on one day at a time, Dean. It's out of your hands now," She tells him wisely. "Now, you can do this. You're one of the strongest people I know."

"You really think so?" He whispers as he runs a hand through Sam's hair.

"I know so," She replies. "Now, you call me if you need anything else. Hang in there."

"Thanks." He hangs up, takes a deep breath, and waits.

FILLED: "Fighting Spirit" Sam, Dean, Bobby (Gen) 6/7

"The scar stopped working months ago," Sam begins, eyes locked on the floor. Dean sits across from him, ready to be supportive like Sam was when Dean admitted he had a problem. "But I thought I could handle it."

"And when I left . . . ?" Sam hesitates and then takes a breath in, steadying himself.

"It got worse," He smiles ruefully. "This . . ." He gestures to the cuts on his arms, some are simply scars and some still are healing. "This helped."

"Sammy--"

"I know I need to stop," His little brother continues. "But Dean, nothing can help me. Lucifer is right, he will win--"

"No!" Dean shouts, rage and fear mixing in his veins. "No, Sam, we got you out, okay? He cannot hurt you anymore--"

"You keep saying that," Sam scoffs. "But Dean, we both know that you're wrong."

"Sam--"

"I'm glad you're getting better," He says with a smile. "You shouldn't have to worry about me--"

"You almost died," Dean hisses. "Do you understand that? If I hadn't gotten here, you would've bled out--!"

"So, what?"

"So, what?" The eldest Winchester echoes incredulously. "Sam, you wanna know why I'm fighting so fucking hard to get better?"

"Dean--"

"It's for you, Sam," He confesses quietly. "You are my reason to get better. And it's a shitty road to being better, but dude, you are the reason I get up every morning and not reach for a beer." He feels a wave of emotion building in his throat and tries to gain control over his emotion. "You wanna give up? Fine. Then, I'll just give up too." A dark part of him rejoices at this thought and whispers sweet nothings of the joys of alcohol. God, that sounds so good. A cold beer that tastes like heaven and reminds him of nothing but happy memories or blocks out the bad ones.

He wants to give in.

But he won't.

"Dean, you can't--"

"If you get help, Sam, I'll keep getting better."

There's a moment of indecision on Sam's face and for a second, Dean's afraid that he won't get help.

"Okay, Dean." Sam agrees.

"Okay." Dean beams.

FILLED: "Fighting Spirit" Sam, Dean, Bobby (Gen) 7/7

"Congratulations, Dean," Linda greets him with a quick kiss on the cheek and a brief hug. "One year sober. That's a milestone."

"Thank you," He tells her with a grin. "Hey, there's someone I want you to meet." He steps aside and Sam steps forward. She beams and shakes his hand.

"Sam, I've heard so much about you," She exclaims. "I'm glad you came to our little party." Indeed, there's a cake and a few dishes other members have brought in. The rest of the group is here, ready to celebrate each other's victories.

"All good I hope?"

"Of course," She replies with a smile. Someone waves at her and she nods her head. "Would you excuse me for a minute?" She then sprints over to another member and pulls her into a hug.

"She's nice." Sam comments.

"She's my sponsor." Dean answers.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" His little brother still sees Lucifer, but they've gone to see a doctor and Sam is on some medicines that can help. The cutting has stopped and Dean feels like maybe they can get through this. This is his last meeting before they go back to hunting. He finally feels confident enough that he can handle the lingering feeling of addiction to go and fight against the Leviathans. He'll find other meetings to attend to and Linda has promised that he can call at anytime and vice-versa.

Though, he's actually looking forward to getting back in the game.

Sam hesitates before speaking and sighs.

"What, Sammy?"

"I'm proud of you."

And damn it all if that doesn't give him the strength to make it to another year sober.

They are broken, but between the two of them, they can repair the shattered pieces.

So, they keep pushing forward, ready to survive another day.

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