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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

Comments

[4422shini.livejournal.com]

This prompt may seem all about Dean, but it's in fact about Sam (Semantics, I know).

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.

Gen preferable.

[familybizness.livejournal.com]

Samantics.

[4422shini.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was late. I can't spell when I'm half asleep.

[familybizness.livejournal.com]

Haha no you had it right, I was making a stupid pun :)

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

.../gurgles in glee at dumb puns

[familybizness.livejournal.com]

Also I feel compelled to take a whack at this.

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

This isn't exactly what you're looking for, but I just wrote it...

One pill makes you larger, one pill makes you small...

Sam pushed the thoughts of "this is wrong" to the back of his head. He wanted to sleep. Scratch that, he needed sleep. So here he was, following the "nice tweaker" as Lucifer had put it. He followed him into the abandoned garage, next to the alley where he had tried to outrun Lucifer with no luck.

The guy promised he could "knock him out". Right about now, that sounded good. Sam bit his lip, not just good… necessary.

Tweaker dude spread out his wares like a guy selling counterfeit watches.

"I got the artillery for Heroin, but you look like a beginner. I've also got pot, or pot laced with PCP. If you're scared, I've got some pills; oxy, codeine and roofies - but generally people don't buy them for themselves…"

Sam wanted to run, but found himself looking at the drugs longingly. "Just… just help me get some sleep, man. Real sleep."

"You got money?"

Sam pulled a small wad of cash out of his back pocket. He started to hand it to the guy, but pulled it back. "Only if you take the drug too… first, in front of me."

Smiling, the dealer grabbed all the cash. "That's extra, but… sure thing man, just let me get my shit together." After a phone call and a quick meeting with his "old lady", they headed to the dealer's car sitting behind a nearby gas station.

"They know me here, man. Relax."

Sam tried to calm his breathing as the guy brought out a bottle with tablets that looked a lot like aspirin. He handed Sam the bottle and said, "Take out any three". Sam held the three pills in his hand. The dealer brought out a bottle of cheap whiskey, which dammit if that didn't momentarily make him think of Dean. Shaking it off, the dealer took one and left Sam with two. "You may want to knock out dude, but I'll settle for a nice nap." Swallowing his pill with a gulp of whiskey, he handed Sam the bottle. "Bottoms up, man."

Before he lost his nerve, Sam swallowed the pills with several long gulps of whiskey.

The guy grabbed his bottle back, "Jesus, dude! Save some for me!" Sam flinched, but not at the dealer's outburst. Lucifer was in the backseat singing Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit".

By the third time Luci sang the song, the dealer was out for the count and Sam felt "gooooooooood". He laughed, sloppily, acknowledging that Lucifer was still there, but he didn't care so much. He felt drunk. Like, fall-down drunk. Contest-winning drunk. Smirking, he let his head fall back against the car seat. He attempted to shift into a more comfortable position but found it to be an impossible task. For a brief moment, Sam freaked out a bit. What if he overdosed? Maybe it would be for the best if he died? But that thought slipped away with all others as his eyes slowly closed and he dropped off into oblivion.

Just a matter of minutes later, a large pipe came crashing through the windshield of the old car. Sam jumped and tried to make his way out of the vehicle. When he did, he realized that the glass was intact and the pipe was nowhere to be found.

Lucifer's laugh and singing rang through his head as he dropped to his hands and knees and heaved. A small amount of whiskey came burning up through his throat and out onto the ground. As the singing got louder, Sam struggled to get to his feet. He staggered, and then began to run.

He couldn't see. There must've been something in his eyes. The ground moved beneath him. Struggling to come back to himself, Sam slapped his own face sharply. This cleared a few cobwebs, but he realized that he was still very messed up; wasted beyond understanding. All he could think and do was run.

Sam didn't see or hear the car headed his way. He hit the windshield and went flying. He felt a rib crack and a thousand cuts and scrapes along the left side of his body. Through his drugged haze, he felt little pain, but did hear a frantic voice that seemed to be calling 911.

"Yeah, yeah! I hit him! He came outta nowhere! I… I think he's a druggie, I n…never come downtown, I was heading to the airport to pick up my fiancé! Yeah, I think he's alive. He's breathing, but I'm afraid to get too close, what if he's some PCP freak and tries to rip my face off?"

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

Attempting to uncross his eyes while spitting out a little blood, Sam laughed hysterically. He couldn't move. He couldn't talk. All he could do was lie there, bleeding. Bleeding and laughing. It was funny that this guy was afraid of him. Sam only hurt monsters, ghosts… and the people he loves. He faded out for a moment. When he woke up next, he was on a gurney in the back of an ambulance.

"Sir. Sir! What did you take? Sir?" Sam felt a pain in his chest as the man rubbed his knuckles across his breastbone, but he couldn't move. The paramedic called out to the driver, "Shit, Jimmy, he's not responding, his airway is clear but I have decreased breath sounds and a possible broken rib, maybe a concussion." Sam felt a hand reach into his pocket to grab his wallet. He moaned and tried to move to stop the intrusion, but couldn't.

"Sam? Sam, is that your name?" The paramedic was yelling into his ear again.

Why won't he just let me sleep? Sam was getting annoyed.

Suddenly Lucifer was back and the ambulance was on fire. Sam became desperate to warn the paramedics. He found he could move again, so he tried to take off the oxygen mask. "S'fire! We're on fire!"

"Sam, calm down! Do you hear me, Sam? The paramedic reached above him for a filled syringe.

"Why… why… w…won't you listen? We're burning! It's hell! We're in hell, for fuck's sake!" Sam felt a needle in his arm and felt a warm tingling take over his body. He tried to grab the guy to make him listen. He was trying to save all of their lives, why didn't he understand?

"Hurry Jimmy! He's high on something and the meds aren't taking him down. I'm gonna use the restraints." Jimmy nodded his okay and proceeded to radio more info to the hospital.

Sam continued to fade in and out, the only constant being Lucifer's commentary. Fighting the restraints was exhausting. He was somewhat aware when he arrived at the ER. He heard things like, "tox screen, psych consult, more sedatives." He knew he needed to get out of there, to get back to Dean, but thanks to the restraints and the myriad of drugs running through his system, he wasn't going anywhere. He needed Dean. Dean could fix this. Well…, no one can fix this, but Dean can help.

Unbelievably to the ER staff, no matter how many drugs they pumped into him, Sam remained awake during the painful process of cleaning his wounds. He didn't cry out in pain. He only cried out about things like fire and hell and souls burning. Hospital staff tried to write him off as just another junkie, but there was something about the man – they just couldn't.

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN

As the doctor led Dean to Sam's room, his head was spinning with phrases like, "psychotic break, restrained for safety and positive drug tests".

Dean huffed in a quick breath when he saw Sam. He looked awful. He was bruised and bloodied, and drugged out of his gourd. Sam couldn't seem to focus. He wasn't asleep, but he definitely wasn't quite awake and aware either.

"Did he do this to himself or are these your drugs making him like this?" Dean demanded.

The doctor spoke softly, "both probably. We'll do our best to take care of him. I'll let you two have some time alone."

Dean sat in a chair next to the bed and grabbed his restrained brother's hand.

"Sammy?"

Sam's eyes turned toward Dean's voice, but made no connection. Dean almost couldn't take seeing his brother this way. Sam needed him now, so he had to hold it together. Dean didn't think Sam could comprehend him, but he spoke anyway.

"Drugs, Sammy? You're buying drugs from a street dealer like some tweaker? You coulda told me. You shoulda woken me up, man. I wouldn't have let it get this far… You could have killed yourself tonight Sam."

Sam let out a quiet laugh. Shutting his eyes against the assault of dizziness, he closed his eyes. "Maybe 'f I die, things'll finally be quiet. Wanna sleep, De." Sam took a big breath and with a shaking voice said, "I can't sleep, n'like this. 'F bein' dead is wha' it takes, then lemme die."

"No!" Dean yelled. He stood up and headed toward the door. "I'm gonna find you some help Sam. Just hold on, okay?"

Sam was already too lost in his own world to respond. Lucifer was dangling a spider over his face, he seemed to love that Sam was restrained and couldn't shake it off.

Dean closed the door behind him to his little brother's screams.

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Meeeeep! Okay, I am dead now. Nice job!

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! This was my first time posting here and I was so nervous!

[4422shini.livejournal.com]

SQUEE! Awesome! I love how we follow Sam through his stream of consciousness.

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

You guys are so nice to me! Thanks :)

[mentholpixie.livejournal.com]

Brilliant!

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

That means a lot coming from you. I love your stuff!

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I saw that after I posted the story, but it was nice to have someone agree with me! Sam bought drugs from a dealer in an alley! Kinda a big deal...

Thanks!