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THE MASTER LIST
Hell of Wheels by
captainlon
The missing scene after Castiel kills the demon and Sam says he's not real, Sam had to of moved from that bed to his room again. That's where Dean comes in.
One Pill Makes You Larger, One Pill Makes You Small by
spnshannanigans
Dean wakes up and can't find Sam. Then he gets the call from the hospital that Sam's been hit by a car. Cue frantic!Dean and Injured!Sam.
Scratch 'n Sniff by
tattooeddevil
When Sam finally wakes up after sleeping off the effects of his stay in the hospital, he tries to shave off his scruffy whiskers [...] But the injuries to his fingers and hand make shaving and shampooing nearly impossible and he's almost in tears over how frustrating it is. Thankfully, Sam has an awesome big brother [...]
All Along the Watchtower by
mamapranayama
Sam is wasting away, losing his mind, himself, to madness. Dean is barely holding together, spiraling faster with every dead end he finds to helping Sam. Bobby is helpless, only able to watch them deteriorate.
Waiting for the Summer Rain by
minviendha
Dean tried everything to save his brother, but the 'healer' he was sent to wasn't Cas -- he was just another crackpot. Without any other options, Dean goes back to the hospital to get Sam out of there and take care of him by himself because if his brother is going to die, then he's not going to do it surrounded by strangers -- it's going to be in Dean's arms.
Come Away to the Darkness by
ladybastet92
Lucifer/Sam, Castiel - torture, non-consensual activity. After Castiel shifted the hallucinations to himself, Lucifer keeps telling him in painful detail just what exactly it is he did to Sam in the cage.
Worth Remembering by
annie46
The electro-shock 'therapy' that Sam received from the demon left him with holes in his memory -- he knows who he is, and who Dean is and how he ended up in a psych ward, but some things, like the fact that just about everyone they knew or ever loved is dead, have been forgotten. Dean has to fill him in and pick up the pieces.
Dean's Gonna Make it All Better by
thoughtyouknewr
Sam/Dean(doesn´t need to be Slash, can be Gen too). Because Sam is going crazy and he start to allucinate with Lucifer Killing Dean in front of him over and over and for some reason Sam cant stop feeling horrible about it, even when he knows that the demon is playing with his mind.
Withdrawal by
verucasalt123
Gen: Sam was on some heavy-duty anti-psychotics and sedatives while in the hospital and stopping them abruptly causes him to go into withdrawal.
A Fly in Their Soup by
thoughtyouknewr
Everything is going fine... until Sam sees a fly in his soup, It isn't maggots in his sandwich but it is enough. He freaks out. Cue protective and growly big brother Dean. It can be slash or gen.
Drive by
twilightshours
Castiel says he can "shift" Sam's Hell memories, and that his solution will get Sam "back on his feet." "Back on his feet" to me implies a kindasortamaybe fix, one that isn't perfect. Maybe Sam can function better that he could before, and can generally get around, but he's still not quite alright. It's up to you how severe the 'not-alright' is. Dean has to come to terms with the truth that his brother is never going to be perfectly mentally well again, but he's awesome about it. Gen, please.
Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence by
minviendha
Sam/Dean. Sam's not hallucinating anymore but he's remembering things that happened to him in the cage more clearly without the constant interruption. So one morning Dean gets back from grabbing breakfast to find Sam standing naked in the bathroom carving into his body where he knows he's supposed to have scars from Lucifer. Bonus points if Sam, very calmly and very sanely, explains that really, Dean, everything's fine, he was meant to be this way.
Disconnect by
spnshannanigans
Sam is in the hospital. A staff member / visitor / another patient notices that he has dissociative tendencies. Whenever the stress gets too much, or certain things come up, he becomes slow, disoriented, sleepy, and uncoordinated. He can't remember basic things and maybe slurs a little and is generally just... a little out of it. When it gets bad, he may even become unresponsive, drifting somewhere in his head. But he is still trying to hold it together, because... you choose: Dean is around? He vaguely knows that he needs to do something important?
Last Updated: 28 April 2012

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→ Please remember, if your fic includes potential triggers (non/dub-con, abuse, self-harm, etc.) please grey out your text using the following code and put a warning before.
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→ NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES.
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eta → The banner says 7.17, but we're not going to restrict the meme to that episode. Since we all seem to be suffering from hurt!Sam withdrawal any prompts related to season seven are allowed.
THE MASTER LIST
Hell of Wheels by
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The missing scene after Castiel kills the demon and Sam says he's not real, Sam had to of moved from that bed to his room again. That's where Dean comes in.
One Pill Makes You Larger, One Pill Makes You Small by
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Dean wakes up and can't find Sam. Then he gets the call from the hospital that Sam's been hit by a car. Cue frantic!Dean and Injured!Sam.
Scratch 'n Sniff by
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When Sam finally wakes up after sleeping off the effects of his stay in the hospital, he tries to shave off his scruffy whiskers [...] But the injuries to his fingers and hand make shaving and shampooing nearly impossible and he's almost in tears over how frustrating it is. Thankfully, Sam has an awesome big brother [...]
All Along the Watchtower by
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Sam is wasting away, losing his mind, himself, to madness. Dean is barely holding together, spiraling faster with every dead end he finds to helping Sam. Bobby is helpless, only able to watch them deteriorate.
Waiting for the Summer Rain by
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Dean tried everything to save his brother, but the 'healer' he was sent to wasn't Cas -- he was just another crackpot. Without any other options, Dean goes back to the hospital to get Sam out of there and take care of him by himself because if his brother is going to die, then he's not going to do it surrounded by strangers -- it's going to be in Dean's arms.
Come Away to the Darkness by
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Lucifer/Sam, Castiel - torture, non-consensual activity. After Castiel shifted the hallucinations to himself, Lucifer keeps telling him in painful detail just what exactly it is he did to Sam in the cage.
Worth Remembering by
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The electro-shock 'therapy' that Sam received from the demon left him with holes in his memory -- he knows who he is, and who Dean is and how he ended up in a psych ward, but some things, like the fact that just about everyone they knew or ever loved is dead, have been forgotten. Dean has to fill him in and pick up the pieces.
Dean's Gonna Make it All Better by
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Sam/Dean(doesn´t need to be Slash, can be Gen too). Because Sam is going crazy and he start to allucinate with Lucifer Killing Dean in front of him over and over and for some reason Sam cant stop feeling horrible about it, even when he knows that the demon is playing with his mind.
Withdrawal by
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Gen: Sam was on some heavy-duty anti-psychotics and sedatives while in the hospital and stopping them abruptly causes him to go into withdrawal.
A Fly in Their Soup by
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Everything is going fine... until Sam sees a fly in his soup, It isn't maggots in his sandwich but it is enough. He freaks out. Cue protective and growly big brother Dean. It can be slash or gen.
Drive by
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Castiel says he can "shift" Sam's Hell memories, and that his solution will get Sam "back on his feet." "Back on his feet" to me implies a kindasortamaybe fix, one that isn't perfect. Maybe Sam can function better that he could before, and can generally get around, but he's still not quite alright. It's up to you how severe the 'not-alright' is. Dean has to come to terms with the truth that his brother is never going to be perfectly mentally well again, but he's awesome about it. Gen, please.
Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence by
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Sam/Dean. Sam's not hallucinating anymore but he's remembering things that happened to him in the cage more clearly without the constant interruption. So one morning Dean gets back from grabbing breakfast to find Sam standing naked in the bathroom carving into his body where he knows he's supposed to have scars from Lucifer. Bonus points if Sam, very calmly and very sanely, explains that really, Dean, everything's fine, he was meant to be this way.
Disconnect by
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Sam is in the hospital. A staff member / visitor / another patient notices that he has dissociative tendencies. Whenever the stress gets too much, or certain things come up, he becomes slow, disoriented, sleepy, and uncoordinated. He can't remember basic things and maybe slurs a little and is generally just... a little out of it. When it gets bad, he may even become unresponsive, drifting somewhere in his head. But he is still trying to hold it together, because... you choose: Dean is around? He vaguely knows that he needs to do something important?
Last Updated: 28 April 2012
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Date: 2012-04-02 04:27 am (UTC)“Sam/Dean(doesn´t need to be Slash, can be Gen too). Because Sam is going crazy and he start to allucinate with Lucifer Killing Dean in front of him over and over and for some reason Sam cant stop feeling horrible about it, even when he knows that the demon is playing with his mind” (Yep, English is not my first language)
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Date: 2012-04-26 01:04 am (UTC)Sam flinched as Dean was killed by a pin poking through just the right place. Lucif er wasn't quite as inventive as Gabriel, but he was close.
And then came the guilt. He didn't have any idea why his hallucination of Lucifer killing Dean would make him feel guilty, but it did.
Maybe it was because he could never save his big brother. He just had to watch Dean die over and over and over again.
Maybe it was because the last time something like this had happened, Dean was about to go to Hell for selling his soul. Because of Sam. Dean had to sell his soul because Sam didn't have the good sense to stay alive.
He was pretty sure there was something wrong with that logic, but he was way past the point of being able to figure out where it stopped making sense.
See, Lucifer had hit on the one torture that Sam couldn't take. He couldn't handle watching Dean keel over again and again and again and ag-
Oh God, he was hyperventilating.
Where was the real Dean? Where was his big brother? Where-
Oh God, oh God, oh God, he was pretty sure it wasn't a good thing that his vision was fading in and out like that.
Wasn't there a name for this kind of thing? A panic attack or something? That didn't sound good. In fact, it actually made Sam panic even more.
The door slamming open startled him for a second, and was almost enough to break the vision of Lucifer. Almost.
"Sam?" That was Dean's voice, wasn't it?
Sam couldn't be sure, but wouldn't have been able to answer even if he was. He was using all the available air to breath right now.
"Sam?" Dean called again. There was a note of panic in his voice this time, Sam noticed vaguely.
All he honestly wanted was for his big brother to come and make it all better again. Dean was good at doing that.
But Sam was really confused right now. Dean was dying about half a foot away from him, but another Dean was coming around the edge of the mattress Sam was hiding behind.
He had thought wedging himself in the corner between the bed farthest from the door and the wall would mostly keep him from seeing Lucifer and the now dead Dean. He should've known better. Lucifer had simply moved himself and the constantly dying Dean to a position where Sam had no choice but to see them. And Sam couldn't move because he had backed himself into a corner. He was such an idiot.
"Sam?" Dean's voice was more urgent now as he gently shook Sam's shoulder. "Come on, talk to me man," Dean coaxed. "What's going on?"
Sam tried to get a hold of his breathing enough to tell his big brother, but simply couldn't. Not when Lucifer was dissecting Dean's brain right next to the earnest looking Dean squatting in front of him.
"Ok, it's gonna be ok, baby brother," Dean murmured. The live one, that is; the dead one just looked kind of limp. "Breath with me here," Dean ordered softly. He grabbed Sam's hand and gently pried his fingers from the fist Sam had been unconsciously making.
Once he had Sam's fingers straight again, Dean placed Sam's hand against his own chest.
His heartbeat, his real live means he's a living person heartbeat, was slow and steady. It was calming. It always had been.
Dean used to do this when they were little and Sam had nightmares. It was something Lucifer and Michel had never bothered to imitate. It meant safety.
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Date: 2012-04-02 04:34 am (UTC)Remember the Xmas special, and that female deity taking off that nail? Sure must have hurt; I would like to see a fic were Sam literally bites his nails, or ripped them off (maybe to keep Lucifer away or something or he was too far gone to notice). Now he’s on the road with Dean and he has to wait for his nails to grow back.
And it’s really, really painful, since in his line of work, they keep cracking.
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Date: 2012-04-02 04:51 am (UTC)Sam purposefully ran into the street to get hit by a car (suicide attempt, just everything to stop)
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Date: 2012-04-02 04:59 am (UTC)I apologize for this prompt. I've been trying to cut caffeine and it has left me out of my mind.
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Date: 2012-04-28 07:00 pm (UTC)Filled: A Fly in Their Soup
Part1/2
It was a stupid thing to freak out about. Sam would realize that later (when he was done screaming his head off like a girl), or Dean hoped he would.
Seriously, it was just a fly. But Dean knew Hell left you with some pretty strange phobias, so he wasn't one to judge.
"Hey, hey calm down Sammy," he coaxed, holding his brother in place as Sam attempted to thrash out of his arms. His little brother seemed almost delirious from the sight of a fly in his soup.
Dean could remember doing something like that as a joke a long time ago.
When they were kids, there was always some kind of prank war going on. He could distinctly remember slipping a rubber spider into Sam's sandwich once. Sam had thrown him an evil glare, but hadn't freaked out like Dean had hoped he would.
God, there was a time that he had wanted his little brother to freak out. That thought alone was enough to make him wonder if he had been as good a big brother as he had believed himself to be.
"Look, little brother," he gently commanded, using his free hand to grab the spoon and fish the fly out.
Sam looked like he was about to starting screaming again (in an even higher pitch this time), but Dean continued with his task.
Holding a struggling Sammy in place with only one hand was extremely difficult, but he managed. He had his arm wrapped Sam's chest, restricting almost all of his movement.
He dumped the spoon full of soup with the fly onto the table, and Sam's eyes latched onto the bug with terror.
"It's already dead, baby brother," Dean stated. "I didn't know there was a certain pitch you could hit that would kill a bug; you'll have to teach me that one. Never know, it might come in handy." He was teasing a little, and he knew it. He just didn't know any better way to deal with a hysterical brother.
Sam was still shaking, but had given up trying to get away from Dean. Instead, he had turned into his big brother, clinging to Dean's shirt and attempting to hide his head in Dean's shoulder. God, how long had it been since Sam had done that?
"Ok, we're gonna make sure this fly never bothers anyone ever again," Dean decided. "It doesn't need to buzz away and make other baby brothers freak out. You wanna help me make sure it doesn't hurt anyone else, Sammy?" he asked.
He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but he hoped it was working.
This had helped Sam get over his fears as a kid. Dean would help him face things he was scared of (after they had already been killed by Dean himself, of course) so they "wouldn't hurt anyone else". It had always worked because Sam was far too nice for his own good.
"Nu-uh," Sam denied, shaking his head frantically. "I don't wanna go near it."
"Ok, that's ok," Dean agreed. "I'll do it for you."
He would have to pull Sam with him to "kill" the thing, so that would bring Sam closer.
He had never failed yet at getting Sam to face his fears. Unless you counted clowns. His little brother just didn't do clowns.
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Date: 2012-04-02 06:08 am (UTC)More of a lead up to 7.17 prompt.
Hidden for potential triggers.
Bonus points for lots of comfort from Dean.
My sincerest apologies if the above is not greyed out. If so please let me know where I went wrong.
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Date: 2012-04-02 06:31 am (UTC)Cas may have taken the symptoms of his hell memories but the electro-shock therapy, lack of sleep and the car accident still plague Sam after he gets out of the Asylum. Sam finds himself absolutely exhausted and hurting, luckily for him he has a big brother willing to care for him.
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Date: 2012-04-03 10:50 am (UTC)Hell on Wheels
Dean pushed his way through the final doors to where Cas said he would find Sam. Meg had offered to cause some more chaos on convinient places around the hospital to draw people away and Dean hadn't have time to consider whether to trust her or not. She had been a sort of a help so far. Though he'd die rather then to admit that.
"Sam?" Dean ran over to the wheeled hospital bed. Sam was shaking badly, his breathing uneven and his eyes rolling in his head,
"Sammy?" he carefully put his hand on his brother's chest before looking up at a heartbroken Cas.
"We have to go," the angel said, looking unsettling regretful.
"What happened?" Dean asked, tone of his voice dark.
"I explain later. We need to get him back to the room so they-"
"Wait, what? Back to the room? Why?" Dean interrupted,
"You were supposed to fix him!"
"I tried! We have to move him so they can't accuse him being a part of all this chaos."
Dean was about to argue, but Cas was already pushing the bed on it's wheels towards the exit and it took about ten seconds for him to collect his thoughts and follow,
"You're not zapping us to his room because-" he started asking, but knew the answer before the words even left his mouth,
"No need to squeeze his grapefruit more then nececcary," he mumbled and Cas just nodded.
"Who the hell are you?" a nurse suddenly came around the corner and towards them. Cas had pulled Dean to the wheeled bed with Sam on before the woman reached them and placed two hands to her forehead. She collapsed to the floor and he hurried after Dean into Sam's room.
Dean was running his hand through his little brother's hair, talking quietly with him and Cas felt as if the regret him was going to take him over.
"Can you help me move to the bed, Sammy?" Dean asked. No surprise, Sam didn't answer, refused to even look at him. Sam did however try to roll off the side of the bed as soon as Dean had lowered the bed. Sam was weak. So weak which looked so wrong on him. His little brother was a huge sasquatch, a fighter. He didn't deserve this. Not after everything he had done for... well the world really.
"Come on, Sammy. Let's get you to bed so Cas can explain what the h... what's going on," he cut himself from saying hell although he doubted Sam would have noted it really. Whether Sam saw him or maybe even Lucifer, it didn't matter because in the end Sam had now given up. He did as he was told no matter who asked him. If Lucifer told him to jump out a window at this point Dean was sure he would have. It was wrong in so many levels.
"There you go, little brother," he smiled sadly as Sam melted into the stationary bed, eyes closing and opening restlessly, not looking at anything in particular. His chest was still rising and falling unevenly and it frustrated Dean that nothing he did helped.
"Sammy?" he asked, running his hand slowly and comforting over his little brother's troubled chest. Nothing.
He turned to Cas and stood up,
"Tell me what happened."
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