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Time for a new comment fic meme! Please read the rules as there have been some adjustments due to the recent comment page changes.

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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.
→ 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.
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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

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

**
The motel room was a mess. Sam couldn’t remember doing it, but he might have. Everything was a little vague. A little hazy. The mess bothered him.

Sam started picking it up. He stopped, put everything back where it was. He was here, wasn’t he? Yes, sitting there, by that broken glass. When they called. When they called male gunshot wound to the head, phone in his pocket listed you as his ICE.

Sir?

Sir?

Oh god, Sam thought he said then. And then nothing. Because this didn’t happen. Not like this.

We need you to identify the body. (Stitching gaping wounds together, the smell of death thick in the air, not sure how he was still breathing. Indiana.) I’m sorry.

“What are you going to do, Sam?” Lucifer asked again. His fingers trailed through the broken remnants of the glass. He picked one up and examined it. “Stone number one,” he said, “Isn’t that right?” Sam shuddered.

He sat down on the bed. “I can’t do this,” he said.

“You never could,” Lucifer said softly. He smiled a little. “You were just fooling yourself.” Sam dropped his face into his hands. (A parking lot and a scared kid and that was a gunshot, too, but he was there, and that never happened, not really-)

“You should really salt and burn the corpse,” Lucifer told him. “Course, I don’t know who’s going to do yours.”

“I’m not,” Sam said, and wasn’t sure why he protested. Lucifer’s smile widened.

“Yes you are,” he said. “Maybe not today. Maybe even not tomorrow. But all those days, Sam. All that time. What are you going to do?”

Saving people. Hunting things. The family business.

We need you to identify the body.

“No,” said Sam, grabbed a handful of glass and clenched his fist around it. “No.”

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

**
It was dark out. Still cold. He’d forgotten to put on a jacket. It didn’t seem to matter. His hand felt wet. And it hurt.

He walked. Somewhere out here was the man who’d shot his brother. Somewhere out here. Somewhere. (You’re a hunter. You’ll find him.)

And then what, Sam?

And then what? Dean thought he was strong. Dean didn’t know how wrong he was. Dean-

Dean-

“Fucking shit,” Someone said, right in front of him. “Are you high, man?” Sam bared his teeth at them, and they skittered out of the way. Blood slid across his knuckles. It felt cold.

Maybe he wouldn’t even kill the guy. He just wanted to know why. Why killing Dean was so necessary. So important. Why everyone thought they needed to (had the right to) take him away. Maybe that was all he needed to know. Maybe then he would get it. Make sense of this. Of everything.

Someone slammed him into a wall. “Sam, stop,” someone was saying, “Jesus, hold on, didn’t you hear me, where the fuck do you think you’re-”

“No,” Sam mumbled. “That’s not. You can’t. We need you to identify the body get away from me, stop, stop-”

“Sam, it’s me,” he said, and that echoed and spiraled and echoed and Sam lifted his left hand and smeared blood and glass on warm, living skin and said, “Oh.”

The gun slipped out of his right hand. It was so cold outside. He should have put on a coat.

“Oh.”

**
Dean picked the glass shards out of his palm one at a time, muttering under his breath. Sam tried to breathe shallowly, in case loud noises chased him away. “Are you here?” He asked. Dean’s head jerked and he didn’t answer, so maybe Sam hadn’t actually said it.

Except then he paused and said, “Yeah, I’m here,” so he apparently had.

“You were dead,” Sam accused.

Dean rubbed his forehead, leaving a smear of blood behind. “Some asshole grabbed my stuff,” Dean said. “Wallet, phone, the works. Did you…the guy down at the morgue doesn’t even look like me, Sam.”

“I didn’t. I couldn’t.” Sam swallowed around the lump in his throat, and then again. “They wanted me to…” Identify the body. We need you to identify the body.

Dean swore under his breath. “I’m alive,” he said, low and fierce and tired. “Okay? I’m alive. I’m fine. Pissed off as fuck, yeah, but alive…Jesus, Sam. Your hand’s a mess.”

“It was the glass,” Sam said. “On the table.” The world was wobbling back and forth, and he felt a little woozy.

“Yeah,” Dean said darkly. “I figured.” He yanked out a large shard and Sam flinched; so did Dean. “Sorry. Jesus fuck. Sorry.”

“I thought you were dead,” Sam said. Quietly, quietly. Dean swallowed hard.

“I gathered that. Where were you…what were you doing?”

“I don’t know,” Sam said. His hand hurt. Dean’s hands were warm. “It’s happened before. It’s happened a hundred times before. I couldn’t – I couldn’t. Dean. I couldn’t.”

Dean muttered something that sounded like if I ever see that rat bastard again I swear.

“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered. “I didn’t mean to – didn’t mean to fall apart. I’ll be okay. I’m okay.”

“Yeah,” Dean said wearily. “Sure. You’re okay.” He rubbed a hand over his mouth and then grabbed the gauze, started wrapping Sam’s hand. “You gotta stop this, all right? You’re going to have really fucking ugly palms.”

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

“I’m glad you’re alive,” Sam said, because their rules didn’t let him say the world doesn’t make sense when you’re not there anymore. The rules were important, though. They were what let them keep going and going and going.

Energizer Winchesters.

Sam choked on a laugh.

Dean’s eyes softened, worry clear when he glanced up. “Yeah,” he said. “Me too, Sammy. And I’m not going anywhere, all right?” Sam nodded. Dean’s pat on his leg was solid, like the ground. “Let’s call this one a day,” Dean said, finally, wearily. “You look beat. I’m beat.”

There was probably a rule against it, Sam thought, rocking back onto the bed and then forward. But he couldn’t remember it right now. He shifted to wrap his arms around Dean and hug him tightly enough that he could feel the thud-thud-thud of Dean’s heartbeat, or imagined he could. Dean patted his back awkwardly.

“It’s okay, Sam,” he said. “It’s okay,” and what does that even mean, Sam wondered, what’s okay, what does it mean to be okay, I don’t. Know.

But Dean was there and Dean was alive and letting go didn’t seem like a good idea. Maybe in the morning.

Maybe tomorrow.

But not now. Not now.

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

OH, this was wonderful! What a great fill!

poor boys!

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! Maybe eventually I will write something that makes things better instead of just worse. Heh.

[shangrilada.livejournal.com]

fantastic.

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

thank you. <3

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

YEEEESSSSSS. That prose was perfect for the situation and just yeeessssss...

Awesome fill!

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

Oh, good, I'm glad it worked. It has been a long time, possibly ever, since I wrote anything this disjointed, but it was what wanted to happen for this particular prompt. >>

Thank you!

[slashaddx.livejournal.com]

It’s weird then, that it doesn’t seem that disjointed? That it pretty much makes perfect sense. lol Oh dear, not a good sign for me. :) Great work. This was so great.

[inheritedjeans.livejournal.com]

YEEEEEEEEES. Wonderful fill. The broken lines did wonders for giving a sneak peak into Sam's mental breakdown. And TS Eliot never hurts anything.

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

No, no he doesn't. I have an unhealthy obsession, I swear. >> But I'm glad you enjoyed it creeping into this.

Thank you so much!

[marziebarz.livejournal.com]

Oh this was so good, so very very good. I have to say that the whole disjointed and weird style was AWESOME for this, because Sam would be a mess, so it was super awesome that everything was just all over the place in the fic too.

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

But see, neither of them are actually dead, this is practically HAPPY by my standards right right? XD

Thank you so much! I'm glad the style worked, because dlkjf I worry a lot when this style happens, as it is not my Specialty and I sometimes think it just makes things weird and pretentious and not functional. So I'm glad that didn't happen.

♥ As always, the kindest things, you say them.

[honeylocusttree.livejournal.com]

So whooooo likes ragged/confused/jumbled prose? RAISE HANDS.

Oo! Ooo! I do! I do! *flails*

Yes! And this is amazing! And no less than the level of awesome I've come to expect from you! And is pretty much exactly what I was looking for in terms of Sam's freakout and complete collapse. The desperateness of his horror, his immediate freefall. His being utterly without any connection to anything in the world (thinking he should call Bobby, only wait...). Everything is spot-on and note perfect. And I love so much his "What are you going to do now, Sam?"

The danger of his hallucinations was very palpable here. How threatening they really are, how close to the edge Sam could be. And his having nothing whatsoever to arrest his headlong plunge--all of it felt like a very realistic depiction of what true mental illness might be like, at least for some. The way Sam's world just suddenly makes no sense, and there's not a single point he can touch on to get his bearings.

Awesome. Really amazing. Thank you so so much for the fill. ♥

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

OH GOSH let me love you for this comment, it made me smile so much. And I'm glad the prose style worked for you, it is not my usual and slkjdf thank you so much, you are too kind by halfs.

This prompt grabbed me for all of the reasons you have articulated so well, and I'm glad I could reflect them back at you. You give the best prompts, you really do. I think I've actually written for a few of yours now, and they always seem to end up going good (awful?) places.

Thank you so much!

[mamapranayama.livejournal.com]

Awesome job! I loved how painfully confused Sam was in this. :)

[4422shini.livejournal.com]

;____; this is awesome! i really like how you get all in sam's crazy headspace!

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Waaaaah oh god. This was wonderful in an extremely painful sort of way.

[thisweshallsee.livejournal.com]

*wibbles* SO so so heartbreakingly good. <333

[snickfic]

OHHHHH. *wail*

I loved the style here; the disconnected stream-of-consciousness thing works really well for Sam's state of mind. I kept thinking of a record skipping, as Sam keeps coming back to the same thoughts.

And then Dean's back, and it's okay, kind of, except Sam's reminded how fragile life is, and that's not okay at all.

BOYS. *sniffle*

Very, very nicely done.