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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. ;) )
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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.

Comments

[checkthemargins.livejournal.com]

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. Cue crazy!Sam all powered up and vengeful and super-powerful, embracing his abilities in an effort to defeat Azazel, a total lone wolf and John and Dean (and Bobby, if you want that), looking for him, keep hearing stories about this ghost hunter taking out everything in his path without mercy.

This could get pretty involved, but quite honestly 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.

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

*draws little hearts around this prompt*

[checkthemargins.livejournal.com]

work IS done* God, I cannot even make a comment without typos. *IS A FAILURE*

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

So hypothetically if I wanted to write this one maybe, and it did get involved would you be patient?

Which is not to say someone else couldn't fill it in the interim.

I just really like this one.

[checkthemargins.livejournal.com]

I am totally patient. I want this so bad it hurts my SOUL. :D

[mamapranayama.livejournal.com]

This = awesome! :)

[inheritedjeans.livejournal.com]

Oh, WOW. Someone needs to fill this. PLEASE.

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm totally in love with this one.

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

FILLED
It Happened Like This (part 1)



In Cold Oak, Dean held his dying brother in his arms. He screamed, he cried, and he whispered, "Please. I wish -- "

(and in the dark, something heard him -- something ancient, powerful beyond measure, and cruel)

"I wish I'd never come to get Sammy at Stanford. I wish I'd just let him live his life."

(something heard Dean, and it gave him his wish)


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Dean opened his eyes and found his father staring down at him.

"Come on Dean, it's now or never. We're finally gonna get the son of a bitch."

"Dad?" Dean said, and he didn't understand. He didn't understand until they were standing at Bobby's, and Bobby was opening a map in front of them.

"Wyoming." Bobby said, pointing at the center of the map.

They were headed to a Devil's Gate -- inside of an enormous Devil's Trap made of railroad tracks -- built by none other than Samuel Colt.

"All the omens are here," Bobby drew his finger in a circle around the part of the map he'd marked, "but there ain't any inside. This trap is keeping all the demons out."

"Yellow-eyes wants whatever's inside, only -- he can't get to it." John said, smirking.

Bobby nodded, "I still think you're crazy going after him."

"We have the Colt." John said.

"Yeah you do, but you don't know that it'll kill the thing." Bobby scoffed, "Plus -- rumor is the Tall Man's out there."

"Maybe he's tracking the omens too."

Bobby shook his head, "You don't want to tangle with him John -- from what I've heard, nobody's ever come back from a meeting with him. Don't matter if you're a hunter, or something he hunts -- nobody comes back."

Dean stared at the map and tried to get this thoughts in order. "What day is it?"

John stared at him, and said, "Tuesday. Dean, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm just -- I didn't sleep too well last night. I meant what date is it?"

"April 28th, son." Bobby said, looking concerned. "You sure you're all right?"

Dean nodded and tried to calm the pounding in his heart. Sam died on April 29th. "Dad...where's Sam?"

"Sam?" John said, and now he looked angry, "What -- you think your brother would want to be here for this all of a sudden? After shutting us out all this time?"

"What -- what are you talking about?" Dean said, confused.

"Dean, what the hell's going on with you?" John asked again.

"Sorry, you two but -- if we're gonna do this, we gotta get goin'. Now." Bobby said, and folded up the map.

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They drove to Wyoming -- to an old cemetery next to a set of railroad tracks. The outermost rail was bent up off the ground.

"Devil's trap's broken." Bobby said.

"Then he's here." John added, getting out of the car, and tucking the Colt in his back pocket.

They walked through the cemetery until they saw an unnatural glow off in the distance. They ran towards it and heard screaming.

Dean stopped when he saw a mausoleum and two figures in front of it. Two men -- one was standing, one was on his knees, screaming. Dean ran closer, ahead of John and Bobby. His legs nearly gave out when he got close enough to see who he was looking at. "Sam." he said, and it came out more of a gasp, than a word. Sam looked different -- larger somehow. His posture was completely off -- his shoulders weren't hunched, he wasn't trying to make himself smaller than he was. He didn't look like Sam, but he <i>was</i>.

Sam's hand was stretched out -- palm held towards the man screaming in front of him. As he screamed, he lit up with a golden light. It matched the light in his eyes -- and Sam's.

Sam lifted his chin, and stretched his fingers out wider. The man's screaming got louder and louder, and then cut off. He fell face forward into the dirt.

Sam turned and looked at Dean, his eyes burning a bright, angry yellow.

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It Happened Like This (part 2)


"What the hell was that?" Bobby asked from behind Dean.

John walked up next to them, Colt at the ready and said, "That's the yellow-eyed bastard who killed my wife." He held the gun up and aimed it at Sam.

"No!" Dean yelled, and pushed John's arm up as he fired. The bullet shot up into the night sky.

"Dean! What the hell is wrong with you!" John screamed.

"Dad. It's Sam. It's Sam."

John stared at Dean and turned to Sam, shaking his head.

Sam tilted his head, watching them. The Colt flew from John's grip and landed in Sam's hand.

Dean ran to Sam.

John and Bobby watched him go, too confused, and too heartbroken to move.

"Sam." Dean said, "Sam what happened?"

Sam looked at Dean, and smiled sadly, "I killed him, Dean. I had to." Sam handed Dean the Colt and said, "Now it's your turn."

Dean stared at the gun in his hand and back up at his brother.

Sam grabbed Dean's hand and brought the Colt up to his own temple. "Do it. Please."

Dean stared at him, pulled the Colt back down and shook his eyes, saying, "Sammy, no."

"I'd do it myself, but it wouldn't work. No weapon can kill me," Sam laughed bitterly, "Not unless you're the one holding it."

"Why would I kill you? You're my brother, I -- "

Sam nodded, "You don't know. Let me show you." He put his hand on Dean's temple.

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

It Happened Like This (part 3)


Dean's mind was filled with years of memories, all of them Sam's. Sam spoke to him, narrating every image, like some kind of twisted voice-over.

"It happened like this.

I went to Stanford. Dad said I was a coward. You didn't want me to go, but I had to. I had to Dean.

I went to Stanford, and I had an awesome roommate, named Brady. He introduced me to a beautiful girl named Jess. She was sweet, and she was funny and I was in love with her.

I was going to marry her.

I came home one night, laid on the bed, looked up at the ceiling and saw her pinned to it. She burned alive, right above me, and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. She died just like mom died. I should have died that night too, but I didn't, because Brady saved me.

Brady didn't save me because he was an awesome roommate. He saved me, because that was his job. He was a demon, and he'd been sent to look over me -- to set me on the right path. Yellow-eyes -- Azazel -- sent him to look over me, Dean.

Do you want to know why?

Thing is, Brady wasn't a big fan of his boss. He told me why Azazel was so interested in me. Mom died because of me. She died because Azazel wanted me to lead his army. Mom found him that night -- feeding me his blood. Just a few drops, but it was enough. It gave me power, made me immune to some things.

It gave me power, but not enough. I wanted to kill Azazel, and he's as strong as they come. He's ruled Hell since Lucifer left. Nobody challenged him, because nobody could.

Brady told me I could get strong enough to kill Azazel. I told him I'd do anything. Anything.

Azazel killed Jess, Dean. I had to.

Brady showed me how to get strong. Really strong. I spent years getting ready to take down Azazel. I wasn't the only one he thought would make a good general. There were others. I found them all, and I took every drop of Azazel's blood back from them. All of their power...and it still wasn't enough.

There were demons loyal to Azazel that knew what I was doing. Some of them tracked me down. That's when Brady showed me what else I could do to get stronger."

Dean saw a flicker of images -- demons attacking Sam; Sam pinning them with a thought; Sam slitting their throats and drinking down their blood like water.

"I got so much stronger.

I got so strong, even Brady couldn't hide his thoughts from me anymore. He hadn't told me everything. He'd left out a whole lot of details -- important details. It didn't matter, really. I was strong enough to kill Azazel. But I couldn't forgive Brady either."

The last image Dean saw was Sam with his mouth locked on Brady's throat. Sam pulled back from his neck and let him fall to the floor. Brady's black eyes were still wide open, and he twitched weakly. Sam's mouth was covered in blood, and his eyes were a brilliant yellow. He raised his hand, held it over Brady's body, and a ring of fire formed around him. Sam closed his hand into a fist and the demon itself became nothing but burning embers.

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

It Happened Like This (part 4)

Sam looked at Dean, and moved the Colt back up to his temple. "Please, Dean. I'm a monster."

Dean shook his head, "No, Sam. We'll figure this out."

Sam laughed bitterly, "Figure it out. No! This isn't something we can figure out." Sam's eyes glowed painfully bright, and he hissed, "I'm not human. I'm a monster, and if you don't kill me -- right here, right now -- then someday soon, I'm going to be the Devil."

"No, Sam -- " Dean said, "That's not true. Whatever they told you, they're demons. They lie. It's what they do."

Sam shook his head, "Not to me. They can't lie to me."

"You're not evil." Dean said.

"Sam?" John said, his eyes wide, "What did you do to yourself?"

Sam looked at his father and said, "What I had to. I killed him, dad. It's over."

Bobby walked closer to Dean and looked into Sam's eyes, shaking his head. "Is this what you've been doing this whole time?" He turned from Dean to John and back to Sam, "Your father and your brother, they were out of their heads with panic trying to find you, and you -- you go and do this?!"

"Yes!" Sam yelled, "And I'd do it again."

"Son, you made yourself into one of them?" John asked, with a shaky voice.

"No." Sam said, and he let his head hang, "I'm much, much worse." He turned back to Dean and said, "Please, Dean. You know what you have to do."

Dean nodded, and raised the Colt. Then he brought the butt of it crashing onto Sam's head.

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When Sam woke up, he was in a room he'd never seen before. He stared up at the ceiling and saw a slowly turning fan spinning above a grate shaped like a devil's trap. He looked around the room until he saw a door with a small panel. The panel slid open, and Dean 's eyes looked back at him.

[inheritedjeans.livejournal.com]

Ak, this is fantastic and awesome. Great powers!Sam.

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! This was such a great prompt, I just had to give it a go.

[checkthemargins.livejournal.com]

Oh good god, this is so amazing. I'm seriously just standing here speechless. Augh. AUGH. Sam. *hands!* I love that Dean still couldn't kill him.

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you for the most excellent prompt. I've got to tell you I'm kind if in love with this 'verse. This may have kicked off something much larger ; )

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

RIDICULOUSLY LATE:

This Is the Way (The World Ends) (http://ficviendha.livejournal.com/121721.html)

SO UM. It wandered. A bit.