comment fic meme

[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

At the request of our members:

SPREAD THE WORD

<center><a href="http://ohsam.livejournal.com/445186.html"><img src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy42/mimblexwimble/BannersHeaders/thebornagainidentity.png"></a></center>


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.
→ Go through the prompts! If you find one you like, write a fic for it. There's no limit to how many users can reply to a prompt, or how many prompts someone can write for.
→ When replying to a prompt with your comment-fic, put ‘filled’ in your subject line and then anything else you want, like a title if you have one/part numbers. It’s not a big deal if you forget this step, but it will make it easier for people to find your fic. As subject lines are no more, please begin your fills with the word FILLED and a TITLE in BOLD - the first box on this page shows you how to position the bold tag for proper results.
→ If you notice that your fic is not on the master list after a decent amount of time (say, two days), please poke me in a PM. I might have missed it.
→ 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.

<table bgcolor="grey"><tr><td><font color="grey"> SPOILERY OR TRIGGERY PROMPT/TEXT GOES HERE.</font></td></tr></table>
→ Anon posting enabled.
→ NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES.
→ Play nice - no flaming and no character bashing, period. Any comments that break this rule will be deleted without warning.
→ Feedback is catnip for writers. Leave some author-love!
→ No spam comments.
→ Contact one of the mods if you have a question.
→ Spread the Sam love - pimp this meme!
→ Have fun!
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 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

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

DISCONNECT Part 2

When Dean arrived, Sharon updated him on Sam’s deteriorating labs, but she sounded so damn hopeful after their brief conversation, she was feeling pretty positive about Sam. They walked to Sam’s room where the lights were dimmed but Sam was (as always) awake. He was scratching at his feeding tube; the tape had begun irritating his skin.

Sharon stood in the doorway. “If you need me, I’m at the desk.” She watched for a moment, unsure if Dean heard her, but realized that it didn’t really matter.

Dean sat on the edge of Sam’s bed. “Sammy?”

Sam didn’t respond, but Dean noticed the small scratches on his face were beginning to bleed. He gently grabbed Sam’s hand and held it in his own. They sat that way for quite a few minutes, Sam staring off into space and Dean staring at Sam. Every now and then Sam would jolt, as if an electric shock pulsed through his body. Dean knew what Sam was seeing and/or feeling. It killed him that he couldn’t help. He could feel how skinny Sam was getting, how paper-thin his skin had become. His dark circles under his eyes had dark circles. He was losing his brother. Slowly. Painfully. It had been several days since Sam acknowledged Dean’s presence. He was jealous of the nurse, for just those few moments of Sammy-time.

Minutes became hours. Sharon checked in on the brothers, but there was no change. Dean was so tired, but if Sam wasn’t going to sleep, neither was he. Sam jolted once again, this time he broke his hand free of Dean’s and tried to rip out the feeding tube.

“Sammy no!” Dean yelled. Sharon came to check on them, but Dean waved her away. “I’ve got this. I’ve got ‘im.” With Sam’s hand safely back in his, Dean gave into a moment of weakness; at least he felt weak. He held Sam’s hand against the mattress with his own on top. Dean bowed his head and rested against their hands, quiet tears falling on both of them. They stayed this way for long enough that Dean was almost asleep. Just as he was about to give in to the exhaustion, he felt a hand on the top of his head.

“Shhhhh….shhhh. Dean, s’okay.” Sam’s voice was tender, yet strained.

“S…Sammy?” Dean raised his head to look straight into his little brother’s eyes.

Sam’s shaky hand continued down to rest on Dean’s shoulder. “Luc... um... He’s not ‘ere right now. S’okay.” As if the short conversation had completely drained him, Sam leaned back against his pillow and allowed Dean to continue to support his hand. He didn’t, however, look away.

“It’s good to hear your voice, man.” Dean realized just how important and precious Sam’s lucid moments had become. “Sammy, I’m gonna find you help.”

Sam looked deep into Dean’s eyes. “I know you’ll try, Dean. Jus’ know that I don’t regret getting back my soul. Don’ blame yourself for this. I’d rather die being me than being that soulless ass. I’m okay to die bein’ me.”

Dean could feel Sam’s grip on reality slipping away and it killed him. Sam’s gaze slowly went to the corner of the room and every now and again he’d flinch.

Dean got himself together, with a renewed purpose. He gathered Sam’s face in his hands and forced him to look in his direction. Sadly, Sam seemed to stare right through him at this point.

Sharon walked in just as Dean fiercely promised his brother that he was going to fix this; no matter what.
She stepped aside as Dean began to leave. Stopping and giving her a fierce stare, Dean asked, “take care of him for me, Sharon. Okay?”

Understanding his intensity, Sharon grasped the locket around her neck. “Of course I will, Dean. You do whatever you need to.” Dean’s face softened for a minute and then he was gone. Sharon walked over to Sam and pulled his covers up to his chest. She smoothed his hair away from his eyes and walked out of the room. She unclasped the locket from her neck and opened it to see a photo of her and her sister taken long ago. Overwhelmed with memories of her own, she repeated… “You do whatever you need to do Dean. I understand.”

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Oh, the emotions here are so well drawn. Thanks for sharing!

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

Thank you so very much!

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you so much for filling the prompt! I can just imagine them sitting there on the bed, Dean's hands cupping Sam's face as he tries so desperately to keep him from slipping under again. OH, BOYS. I can't even decide which brother breaks my heart more at this point.
Thank you!

[(Anonymous)]

Just wanted to say thank you again -- my previous response was really short b/c I was not feeling well. I just re-read the fic and again, liked it a lot. I loved the relationship between the brothers here, and the way you depict Sam -- so ruined and weak and yet fighting to stay civil ("No ma’am. I’m fine, thanks") and human and always thinking about people around him, it broke my heart.
So appreciative of the fact that you took the time to sit down and write for the prompt -- it's so wonderful when complete strangers brighten up your day like that (weird thing to say about a dissociation fic, I know, but... you get the point). Thank you, and I hope you keep writing!

[spnshannanigans.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. Glad you are feeling better. You are very kind.