It's our 6-month anniversary!

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OMG YOU GUYS!

Can you believe that it's been six months already? 282 members, 347 people watching! And it's all thanks to YOU! You fabulous people, you!

You know what that means, right?

Comment-fic!

Hurting Sam is a necessary part of celebrating our six-month anniversary. So have at it!




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Master List

wrath_n_raiths: They're in a mine somewhere and Sam's ahead and there's a cave-in. The caveo-in's between them, Sam's trapped and hurt, maybe concussed, and Dean's digging towards him as fast as he can, talking to him, trying to keep him conscious and alert till he can reach him.

faunaana: Sam, Dean. The brothers are on a hunt and stranded somewhere. Sam is seriously injured. They don't have their first aid supplies, because Sam lost his pack, and all Dean can do is sit with Sam, try to keep him warm and hydrated and watch his brother deteriorate.

winyumi: Sam's back from the cage. It's not like he's been tortured on a rack, not like Dean. But Lucifer has been in his head the whole time, appearing as John, and Jess, and Dean, and Sam's mirror image, telling him that he's worthless and a failure and a monster and he does nothing but destroy the people who love him. Dean can't figure out at first why Sam can no longer believe that Dean loves him or wants him. Dean rebuilds him.

faunaana: Dean's not there, Sam has a vision and (somehow) becomes too injured to move.

greeneyes_fan: Sam is a tall motherfucker, and you know what happens to super-tall motherfuckers? Their joints hurt a LOT. (I think. Right?) So as he gets "older" -- older being like, over 30 -- his knees start to give out, and he doesn't hobble, Dean, thank you, but he does have a bit of trouble getting going in the mornings. Elastic knee braces help some, but you know what helps even MORE?

ratherastory: We just got a request for burns. So let's have smoke-inhalation for this one instead. And maybe Sam was already a bit run down with a cough and his lungs weren't at their best for a dose of smoke. And wtf was he doing, anyway, running into a burning motel room when all they stood to lose was some dirty laundry? Does he pull a stunt like that and expect Dean not to chew him out? Dean figures some stuff out when he finds the amulet in Sam's rescued duffel.

wrath_n_raiths: As they're working a case, Dean takes another opportunity to mock Sam's manliness/sexuality, insinuating he's gay to some civilians, but it's the wrong place and crowd, and Sam gets attacked by homophobes; cue protective, guilty!Dean.

authoressnebula: Sam has a lot of dreams about falling into the pit with Lucifer.

lavinialavender: Jess finds out, the hard way, that Sam has a trick shoulder.

harrigan: Sam with a bad leg.

dontknowmyname: Sam is forced to wear a bomb jacket.

moviegeek03: Post 5x18. Sam's been running himself ragged taking care of everyone after the events of 'Dark Side of the Moon' and 'Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid'. After 'Point of No Return' Sam's exhausted and gets sick (what's wrong is up to you) and is cared for by Dean and Bobby.

Anonymous: Pre-series. Sam, John, (Dean). John's always had to raise his voice with Sam, but one day, beside himself with anger, he locks Sam in a closet.

27_jaredjensen: Sam has the cold from hell (literally) when he and Dean are reunited.

starbright73: Sam's always had OCD tendencies, but after having his body worn by Lucifer the tendencies flare into full blown OCD. They can't really get proper psychiatric help, too likely to get committed for all the wrong reasons, so they have to cope as best they can without.

dime_for_12: Sam used to like when Dean called him 'Bitch'. It was Dean's version of a term of endearment and made him feel loved. Post-cage, though, it's just not the same. Not after the torture he endured in hell, demons taunting him about being their bitch while they raped him. Dean doesn't notice at first how the formally-innocent nickname makes Sam flinch now, but soon catches on.

vail_kagami: 5.04 AU. Lucifer possesses Adam, leaving Sam to join Dean and Castiel. The only weapon they have against the widespread Croatoan virus is Sam's demon-killing abilities, and so Dean uses what he has at his disposal ruthlessly, in spite of the toll it takes.

sakura_no_mi: Sam's back is KILLING HIM on Valentine's Day. After failing to score at the bars, Dean stumbles home at three in the morning super super drunk. When he discovers that Sam's back is hurting, he tries with gusto to make Sam feel better. But he's just too drunk. Sam appreciates the gesture (the earnest affection and manhandling is adorably irritating) but jesus, Dean, go to bed!

de_nugis: Sam/Dean, Sam's having a rotten day (what goes on is up to you) and Dean can't think of anything to say to make him feel any better (maybe they had a fight and Dean said something he shouldn't have) and so cuddles him.

sastiel: After suffering a badly broken nose, Sam has to sleep breathing through his mouth. He's always been a snorer, but this time Dean notices that his breathing stops throughout the night and he gasps himself awake to breathe.

radiumgirl: Gen: Sam suffers from insomnia or insomnia with a slice of Very Bad Dreams of his time in the pit with Mike & Lucy. He can't sleep and nothing they try works. Dean's getting worked up/bitchy/worried as hell over it and Sam's starting to get a little loopy and depressed, can't focus, can't find his socks when they're right there on the bed with him. In the end, worried that Sam's going to suffer some damage, Dean beseeches Castiel to put him under for a while, Sam's dreams are too bad and he's too afraid of a sleep he can't wake from. Whether it's Dean's idea or something he chances upon himself, Castiel with his new mojo, gets it to rain and Sam relaxes, then gets heavy lidded, then protests like a sleepy kid that he's not going to bed, not ever, then slowly drops off into sleep that's maybe not perfectly peaceful, but a damn sight better than it has been. Bonus points for platonic bro cuddling, hair smoothing.

cordelia_gray: Sam stopped talking for a long long time.

rainylemons: Sam has some kind of injury and for some reason they can't get any pain pills until the following morning. At first Dean tries to be all cheerful about it, and Sam tries to keep in good spirits, too, but after a while the pain becomes too much and Sam gets all squirmy and quiet and miserable and Dean feels like a helpless failure. Bonus for platonic cuddling (or not-so-plantonic, whatever).

sakura_no_mi: Sam gets back from the pit and he and Dean are hunting together again. Dean notices that Sam has become just kind of unaware of his physical well-being. Like, he doesn't eat unless reminded and just keeps going researching and hunting until he is exhausted, rather than sleeping regular hours, he lets minor wounds get infected and literally doesn't have the sense to come in out of the rain.

radiumgirl: Dean says Yes to Michael. Michael spends a while (months, maybe) hunting down Lucifer, who is increasingly desperate and going after Sam in dreams. But Michael kills him, still in his Nick vessel. Should be over, right? But no, Michael promised Dean he would not harm him and would eventually restore him to himself, but he didn't say when. He is busy cleansing the earth, ridding it of prisons, ghettos, and the less salutary (according to Michael) elements of society, building a brave new world. Sam and Cas are on the run from angels and hunters, trying to salvage stuff on the fringes. But it's a dangerous world outside the tidy, angel-approved bits: hunters, looters, cholera in the ragtag camps of refugees. Sam is hurt or sick. Cas takes care of him. And a sequel

rainylemons: Misplaced comment-fic: His Still-Beating Heart.

harrigan: Gen: Sam + leg brace + partial blindness in one eye + having to traverse difficult foresty, hilly, steep terrain to find Dean after he'd gone off on a hunt alone because he didn't want to put Sam in danger and wound up getting himself fairly whumped. Bonus points for Sam awkwardly and painfully as possible trying to find Dean and Dean remembering how awesome and determined his little brother is.

m14mouse: "Not a very smiley, guy, your brother." Dean's first instinct is to protest -- his set of mental snapshots of Sam feature a lot of big, lit up grins and some gleeful annoying smiles. But then he thinks about it. He hasn't really seen that grin since Sam got out of the pit. Or in the year they were fighting the apocalypse. Or in the year before that, with Ruby and the blood and all. Now you mention it, he misses the fuck out of that grin. Dean's a guy who can think strategically. And no one knows Sam like he does. Operation Get Sam to Smile Like He Means It is underway.

jennytork: So, end of season five gives us Sam standing there outside of Lisa's house and looking in, right? Well, as it happens, he's not looking in. More to the point, he's not looking anywhere because he got out of Lucifer's cage without his sight.

scullspeare: Gen: Sam + leg brace + partial blindness in one eye + having to traverse difficult foresty, hilly, steep terrain to find Dean after he'd gone off on a hunt alone because he didn't want to put Sam in danger and wound up getting himself fairly whumped. Bonus points for Sam awkwardly and painfully as possible trying to find Dean and Dean remembering how awesome and determined his little brother is.

m14mouse:
The fight goes down like it was supposed to. Michael kills Lucifer. Somehow, Sam manages to cling onto a little bit of life. His wounds are fatal; Dean helps him let go.

dime_for_12: Gen - Sam comes back from the pit afraid of fire. Seriously, seriously afraid of fire. Like waking in the night screaming, flinching away from a candle or lit match, suffering panic attacks afraid of fire. Really shitty time for some hunters with a bad impression of Sam to take to wanting to burn him alive. If you can get some Dean all backlit by flames description, smoldering with rage, and trying to coax Sam out of a burning whatever for me, you get my eternal love.

minviendha: Jus In Bello AU. The demons never attack. Sam and Dean never escape. They are seperated and send to prison as planned and Dean dies there when his time runs out. Sam's not having such a great time himself; he gets ill, perhaps beaten up, and slowly loses his mind knowing his brother must be dead by now.
By the time Bobby gets him out (and takes care of him - or tries to, anyway) he's in a pretty bad shape and no longer cares what happens to him.

Ruby being involved somehow (in a not entirely negative way) would be awesome too, but is not required.

Comments

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Sam, Dean, gen - season five. Sam is hurt when he gets into an accident with the Impala, and he's worried this is one more thing Dean will be mad at him for. Dean takes care of his younger brother.

[(Anonymous)]

Sam has the cold from hell (literally) when he and Dean are reunited.

[sistabro]

I'll take a stab at this

[ash48.livejournal.com]

Hmm... how can I work my desire to see Dean save Sam from a bomb jacket into a h/c prompt?

Um.. maybe Sam is traumatized after the events leading up to him being caught and forced to wear a bomb jacket (the reason for this is completely beyond my limited imagination). He puts on a brave face for Dean, who is witness to his peril, but underneath he is terrified. Dean eventually saves him by ripping it off before it explodes, but the event leaves Sam needing some big bro comfort to get him through the trauma of it all. (Maybe it's pre-Standord Sam..?)

Wow - I'll be seriously impressed (and grateful) if anyone can do something with that. <33

[dontknowmyname.livejournal.com]

Oh God I really shouldn't but I so want to write this! Give me a bit and I'll do my best with this awesome prompt! =)

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Sam develops asthma as an adult. Bonus points if he has a hard time finding medicine that works without horrible side effects.

[brigidmn.livejournal.com]

oooo....want. Give me a couple days :)

cave-in!Sam; Sam, Dean; (I'm thinking gen, but fine with slash)

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

(I've been saving these up for days -- prepare to be spammed.)

They're in a mine somewhere and Sam's ahead and there's a cave-in. The caveo-in's between them, Sam's trapped and hurt, maybe concussed, and Dean's digging towards him as fast as he can, talking to him, trying to keep him conscious and alert till he can reach him.

Re: FILLED And the Walls Came Tumbling Down 1/2

[wrath-n-raiths.livejournal.com]

Title: And the Walls Came Tumbling Down
A/N:set sometime during season 1.

***

Sam woke up and it was dark, a dusty kind of dark and he wondered if they were back in their motel room, which wasn't really clean and smelled kind of like Dean's laundry.

Sammy, can you hear me?

He and Dean had been checking out an old mine shaft, which according to all of Sam's research was the perfect hideout for their latest baddie. Sam had been worried about going in it "It's abandoned, Dean, it's not structurally sound" and Dean had made some crack about him being more worried about his manicure than anybody's safety and Sam had gone in first.

SAM! Sam, are you there? Oh, jesus-

They had been walking racing through the shaft and there had been a big noise, like someone dropping a million pins, and now he was here and there was a solid weight on his legs and...

oh. OH.

SAM, dammit-

"I'm here," he said out loud, "Dean, here."

A long silence, so long Sam was worried he had imagined Dean calling.

"Are you hurt?" Dean demanded, his voice still kind of far away.

"No," Sam told him, and then pain throbbed through his head as if to prove him wrong.

"I'm coming, Sammy," Dean told him, "And when I get there I am going to kick your ass. Didn't I tell you to be careful?"

"I think I told you," Sam croaked, trying not to choke on the settling dust.

"Bitch bitch bitch," Dean shot back, "Hey, keep up the chatter, okay?"

Dean was worried. Dean didn't get worried but he sounded really worried, and Sam was pretty sure that was bad but he was also pretty sure that his head was about to implode so it was hard to think about that.

"Um," he said in reply.

"Lame," Dean's anxious voice called, "You can just shut up and let me do the talking. So, you think we can just leave this here and hope our monster gets as stuck as you are?"

"Shut up," Sam groaned, "Rocks on my legs are heavy."

"Stanford sure does pick its students well. 'Rocks are heavy', good for you."

They didn't talk about Stanford.

"We don't talk about Stanford," he said aloud, and Dean laughed. Sam thought he should shut up, but his mouth kept running.

"I didn't think you liked it that I went there and you didn't get to go to college because you had to stay with Dad. You know if you ever wanted to go anywhere that I-"

Vomit bubbled in his throat and he choked it back. He was not gonna let Dean find him with vomit all over his clothes. Dean didn't let go of stuff like that. He was still harping on about the Nair he had put in Sam's shampoo when he was sixteen.

"Sammy? Sammy, stay with me!" Dean yelled, and Sam realized he must have kind of zoned out there for a while. Whoops.

"Thought you said I didn't have to talk," he called.

"Smartass," Dean huffed, "I should just leave you here."

Sam reached up and touched his face. There was a sort of stickiness there, on the right side. He didn't really like blood. Just because he was used to it didn't mean he liked it.

"I don't like blood," he told Dean. He liked it even less when it was his blood, or Dean's. What if that thing, their monster, was out there right now with Dean, and Dean was so busy digging towards Sam that he never saw it coming? What if it was here, now, and it got to him before Dean did? Sam tried to sit up, and pain screamed through his pinned legs and stars started exploding in front of his eyes.

"Dude, are you having a panic attack or something?" Dean's voice had rocketed up an octave, the sound skewering Sam's brain. "DUDE!"

***TBC (in the next post! >:D)

OCD!Sam, post s5; Sam, Dean, Bobby, Cas, whoever you want; gen or Sam/Dean

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

Sam's always had OCD tendencies, but after having his body worn by Lucifer the tendencies flare into full blown OCD. They can't really get proper psychiatric help, too likely to get committed for all the wrong reasons, so they have to cope as best they can without.

Re: Filled; OCD!Sam, (Sam, Dean), "Not really here" part 1

[starbright73.livejournal.com]

It's been ages since I wrote SPN fic but I miss writing! Here's alittle ficcy snippet :) Not very good or anything, it's at leasst something for your awesome prompt!

Not really here

Dean watches Sam like a hawk. It's been a month since he the road with his brother. A month of wondering and worrying. Still a month he's treasured, every second of it. Sam is back, messed up like never before, but he's back. No longer in the deepest of hell, the ninth circle of perdition, at east not physically. Where is head is, Dean has to onde at times. He remembers coming back, remembers the painful memories assaulting him. That wordless panic that petrified him. Sam won't talk about it, Dean can barely imagine what it was like - because yes, he heard stories when he was in the pit. Stories he's been trying to forget ever since Sam took the dive.

But now, watching Sam obsess over the tiniest of things makes Dean's heart ache. Sam's become a master at repressing things, keeping pain locked up and buried. But this time it's too much, he's starting to crackle. His brother can't function in the world and it is no wonder but it still pains Dean towatch Sam wash his hands, over and over again. Or rub them against his pants, like there's eternal filth that he can't get rid of. Sam gets stuck in the oddest of things and it won't stop before Dean gets into Sam's personal space and forces him to look into his eyes, capturing the gaze of his broken brother to ground him. Sometimes Sam actually manages to get through a day without flipping out in that silent ways of his, but those days are few and Dean doesn't know what the triggers are, not yet.

Sam has cleaned the gun for an hour already, picked it apart, wiped it clean and oiled it at least fifteen times. Sam's like caught in a loop, unable to get out. Dean knows the look in Sam's eyes by now. It's like Sam's not really in the present, like he's caged inside himself and can't get out. His hands are shivering, his shoulders are taut where he sits, bent over the gun, clutching it, unable to let go.

nervous breakdown, post s5; Sam, Dean; gen

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

Does anyone think Sam isn't owed a nervous breakdown by now? I'm thinking he's out without Dean, doing something totally ordinary, food run or getting gas, and suddenly he's just NOT OK, and he or someone else has to call Dean and Dean has to come get him.

[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

I think he was owed one about two and a half seasons ago! Seconded.

injured!Sam, careful sex; Sam/Dean

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

OK, one full-blown wincest prompt. Sam is injured in some way, comfort sex made awkward by having to negotiate around the bum knee or both arms in casts or whatever.

destroyed!Sam, rebuilding!Dean, post-cage, gen or slash

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

I'll stop now for the time being, I promise. I originally posted this as a Blindfold prompt, but it is totally unporny and works just as well Gen as slash:

Sam's back from the cage. It's not like he's been tortured on a rack, not like Dean. But Lucifer has been in his head the whole time, appearing as John, and Jess, and Dean, and Sam's mirror image, telling him that he's worthless and a failure and a monster and he does nothing but destroy the people who love him. Dean can't figure out at first why Sam can no longer believe that Dean loves him or wants him. Dean rebuilds him.

Any level of schmoop is acceptable and welcome.

Re: destroyed!Sam, rebuilding!Dean, post-cage, gen or slash 1/4

[winyumi.livejournal.com]

Uh, it doesn't really fulfill the prompt exactly, so sorry about that. I kinda adored this prompt, so I hope someone else answers it with more rebuilding!Dean. I just couldn't get that part to work for me. This is what came out instead. :)


Sam read a scientific study once, about how the act of smiling could elevate your mood, even if you had no reason to be happy. So Dean says, "C'mon, bitch," and Sam smiles, hoping that if he does, he'll feel the old warmth the term of endearment used to bring. And when Dean jokes, "That's my brother, he's a little slow," to their witness, Sam smiles, even though all he can think about is the truth behind the joke. He was slow enough to let himself be tricked into letting the devil loose.

And when Dean says, "Can it wait, Sam? I gotta call Lisa back. Can you believe Ben just got himself booted from the new team?" Sam smiles, though it's hard as can be to make it look real, when all he feels is guilt that he has Dean here with him, and misery, that he can't bring himself to let Dean go.

Dean always smiles back, so at least maybe it's elevating Dean's mood.

At night, the real Dean's gone, finding some private corner to talk with Lisa for an hour or two, and Sam lays back and the Dean in his head says "Godammit, Sammy. Friggin' worthless. I was out of the game and you had to pull me back in. You know I'm freakin dying to get back to Indiana, right?" And Sam smiles, painfully. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Dean," he answers aloud.

He flips channels on the TV, but he can't focus on anything, because Dean leaves and Dad comes, and Dad always shouts. Dad roars "You couldn't leave him alone? After all that he's done for you... What the hell kind of son did I raise, Sam? What kind of man?" Sam bares his teeth and grins, eyes stinging. He turns up the volume to earsplitting. Answering his Dad never does any good. The man's never listened.

Through the din, Jess's voice cuts into him like a blade "It hurts, Sam. It hurts so much, baby. Why are you letting this happen to me?" And she starts to cry, softly. He can hear her blood trickling. The TV should drown it out, but it doesn't at all. Sam locks his jaw and lets the tears trickle from his own eyes, and his smile is a rictus, because he doesn't know how to stop it anymore. "I'm sorry," he whispers. He stops himself from repeating it louder, though that's what he wants to do, because he's free now, and they aren't real, and everything is fine, just fine.

The real Dean comes back, rolling his shoulders. "Fuckin fighting, again. After that whole speech I gave him and everything," he sighs. He'd probably crammed himself into some uncomfortable chair or dingy corner, looking for some privacy, lost track of time. He usually does when he's talking to Lisa, especially about Ben.

Sam nods and keeps his eyes fixed on the TV.

"Hey, you alright?" Dean asks suddenly.

"Oh, yeah, fine," Sam says. His eyes are dry now, but maybe to Dean they look a little red still.

Dean watches him skeptically for another minute.

"So, you gave Ben a speech about non-violence, and he didn't take it in?" Sam asks finally, innocently puzzled.

Dean studies him a second. "Oh, fuck you," he decides on.

Sam smirks. Dean grins as he flips him the bird on his way to the bathroom.

Everything's fine. Sam thinks. Yeah, you've stolen your brother away from his new family, and you hate yourself so much you can't even enjoy the time you're spending with him, but whatever. You can still make him smile, so everything is fine.

[wrath-n-raiths.livejournal.com]

Sam, Dean, gen, season 1 or 2. Dean's not there, Sam has a vision and (somehow) becomes too injured to move.

FILLED: Rockin' Robin 1/2

[faunaana.livejournal.com]

The after-images blazed brightwhitehorrid through his head on shutter-stop speed as Sam blinked himself back to consciousness.  The visions were gaining in intensity, and the radiating shocks of pain were beating a cacophony of agony in time with his rapid pulse.

Sam concentrated on remembering the details of the vision: bloody walls, a broken body crumpled on the floor, an address - 644 Robins Lane.

Robins Lane, Robins Lane, Robins Lane, all the little birdies on Jaybird Street, love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet.

Dean would be there in moment with meds and ice to help dull the resulting migraine. He had to remember to tell him when he came.

rockin' robin, rock, rock

Rock, rock, a rock was digging him in the back, grating on his ribs. Breathe, breathe, breathe, that's what he needed to do. That's what Dean told him to do. When he gave him the meds and wrapped the ice around his head.  Dean always knew what to do.

the wise old owl, the big black crow, flappin' their wings singing go bird go

Go, he had to go. No, wait, that wasn't right. Dean would come, then they would go. Go, go, go where?

every little swallow, every chick-a-dee, every little bird in the tall oak tree

The trees swayed above him. The sun, low in the sky, played peek-a-boo through the leaves. No, go, no, this wasn't right, wasn't right at all. Dean, Dean, where was Dean?

pretty little raven at the bird-band stand, told them how to do the bop and it was grand

Sam was going to Dean. That's want he'd been doing. Dean didn't know he was here, didn't know he'd had a vision.  Okay, up, up, up get going, remember, remember the address.

644 Robins Lane, 644 Robins Lane, 644 Robins Lane, and to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street.

Sam rolled to his left, tried to get on all fours, ready to hoist himself up, when a stab of pain pierced his right side. He groaned as he stretched his arm back, gingerly touching his back.  His hand came back bloody, blood dripping down the walls. No, no, that was the vision, this was here, this was now, and his hand was covered in blood from his back.

A cool wind kicked up as the sun sunk lower in the sky. He had to get up, get back to Dean. Where was Dean? Right, right, okay, in the motel room, waiting for Sam. Gotta get back there.

they started going steady and bless my soul, he out-bopped the buzzard and the oriole

Sam could do this, he could.  The migraine wasn't blinding him yet, he could pushdragpull himself over to the tree. He could use it to lever himself up. He could remember the vision, he could get back to Dean.

Sick!Exhausted!Sam, big brother!Dean, Father figure!Bobby

[kate-mct.livejournal.com]

Post 5x18. Sam's been running himself ragged taking care of everyone after the events of 'Dark Side of the Moon' and 'Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid'. After 'Point of No Return' Sam's exhausted and gets sick (what's wrong is up to you) and is cared for by Dean and Bobby.

Re: Sick!Exhausted!Sam, big brother!Dean, Father figure!Bobby

[moviegeek03.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind someone who is slightly newer to fanfic writing it, I'd love to give this a try :). Will hopefully have something for you by tomorrow!

[lavinialavender.livejournal.com]

YAY! I've been waiting for the next comment-fic meme to introduce this prompt. :DDD

Sam, Dean, gen or Wincest (but gen will probably work better). As they're working a case, Dean takes another opportunity to mock Sam's manliness/sexuality, insinuating he's gay to some civilians, but it's the wrong place and crowd, and Sam gets attacked (either physically or verbally) by homophobes; cue protective, guilty!Dean.

Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease. *attempts Sam's puppy eyes*

[wrath-n-raiths.livejournal.com]

OMG, give me some time and I will so do this. xD

[silnt-whisperer.livejournal.com]

Sam has a very bad lower back ache. Adam takes care of his big brother.

[(Anonymous)]

Sam & Dean, gen, post-5.22 a hundred ways to kill yourself without actually dying.

[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

Sam, Dean, pre-series (Sam around fifteen). Chelsea Grin (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glasgow_smile).

(I'm writing this for a hoodie_time prompt but I definitely want to see it done for Sam. *sick*)

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Oh, no.

You DIDN'T.

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You and rainylemons bring out the worst in me. :P

[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

Sam, Dean. The brothers are on a hunt and stranded somewhere. Sam is seriously injured. They don't have their first aid supplies, because Sam lost his pack, and all Dean can do is sit with Sam, try to keep him warm and hydrated and watch his brother deteriorate.

Whether or not Sam survives is up to you.

FILLED: 'S too much

[faunaana.livejournal.com]

Sam's wheezing, liquid gasps were the worst sounds he's ever heard.  Worse than that banshee's scream when they destroyed her home; worse than that water wraith's screech when they hacked off its head; worse than the wendigo's shriek when Dean had lit it up with a flare gun, but not before it had shredded Sam, gutting him from stem to fucking stern; worse than his own shuddering breaths as he struggled, oh god, how he struggled, to keep himself and Sam alee of the howling wind.

The pack holding their supplies, including the gauze, the spare water, and the goddamn shock blanket, had tumbled down the ravine when the wendigo had launched itself at Sam. Dean was an improviser, though, he'd dragged Sam - Sam who was wheezing, gasping, futility trying to hold back the stem of blood - back to the mouth of the wendigo's lair, wrapped him up in as much clothing as he could spare, and held on.

"You've got a whole lot of red stuff on the outside, there, kiddo."

Sam lolled his head, fixing his eyes to Dean's, lethargically blinking.

"Yeah, so sue me, I liked Angel, okay?"

Sam smacked his lips, a trickle of blood seeping down his chin. Dean wiped at the streak, ignored the blood already staining his hands, grown cold, grown stiff.

"You thirsty, kiddo? Yeah, I bet you are. Just wait, just you hold on, they'll get an IV in you, yet. Get you nice and warm."  Dean scooped a handful of fresh snow, emptied it into his water bottle, "Just gotta wait for this to warm up, first, okay? Can't have you swallowing any more (blood, hope, pain) cold stuff, right now."

Dean tucked the bottle behind his back, and hefted Sam closer to him, he kept slipping (further away) further down the V of Dean's lap.

"Okay, okay, so here's the deal, Sam. You keep looking at me, you keep your eyes," Dean ducked his head, looked straight at Sam, "right here.  Then when help comes, then you can look away. But not until then, got it?"

Sam's body shook as another one of those god awful wheezing, liquid gasps escaped him, but he looked. He looked straight into Dean's eyes.

"That's it, that's right. Help will be here real soon, Sammy."

A lie wasn't a lie if you believed it.  If you believed you were an FBI agent; a CDC rep; an investigative reporter; that help for your gutted brother was on the way, well, then, that's just what the truth was.

Dean's phone couldn't get a good signal, the worsening storm, the magnetic force of the rocks, the smoking wreck of the wendigo, who the fuck knew why it wasn't, but it fucking wasn't. But Dean's an improviser, he kept dialing over and over and over, his hands grown cold, grown stiff, the phone grown brown as the red of Sam's blood dried and cracked on it.

"You - " Sam shuddered, "you didn't wear shorts." Dean wiped more blood from Sam's chin, more tears from his own eyes, "Hey, you know me, man, I don't do shorts."

Sam's eyes began to glaze, to stare off somewhere else, "Thirsty." 

"Yeah, okay, yeah, kiddo."  Dean reached behind him, grabbed a hold of the bottle. The water wasn't warm, but at least it was something, "Here, small sips, Sam."

Tipping his head back, Sam lapped at the precious drops sliding down his throat. He managed, "'S too much - " before he began to shake in earnest, the tendrils of hypothermia creeping in, claiming hold.  Dean yanked Sam's legs up, trapped them beneath his own, gently pulling Sam's head back to face him, "Too much what, Sam, huh?" 

Sam's eyes grew dull, lacking all focus, "'S too much."

"No, no its not, Sam."

A lie wasn't a lie if you said it enough.

"No, not its not, its not too much, its okay, its alright. Just keep your eyes, right here, alright, right on my face" (so I can see when the light grows dim).

Sam shifted his head, looked at Dean, and blinked. His body shivered, and the gasps grew more labored, but he kept looking right at Dean.

"Too much."

"We'll see, Sam, we'll see."

Dean cradled Sam, keeping their precious body heat cocooned around him, "We'll see."

Sam's wheezing, liquid gasps were the worst sounds he ever heard.

[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

Art prompt! Bait by iconsitas @ deviantart (http://iconistas.deviantart.com/art/Bait-54189595).

Sam & Dean or Sam/Dean. Preferably pre-series or season one. Sam getting hurt is a must, Dean being awesome and protective is preferred.

[roque-clasique.livejournal.com]

oh damn, that picture.

[brigidmn.livejournal.com]

Sick Sam...with Cas taking care of him

[arlennil.livejournal.com]

Sam, Dean, Sam has a really bad migraine. It can be normal or vision induced. Dean takes care after him.

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Heh. I just wrote a fic like that. Watch summer_sam_love tomorrow, and it'll be posted there. :)

[la-mariane.livejournal.com]

Sam/Deanor gen Sam and Dean. Season 1 AU. Dean couldn't prevent Sam from being badly burnt in the fire that killed Jess.

[whatjuliewrites.livejournal.com]

Ooh, interesting! Hope someone more talented than me will write it. ;-)

smoke-inhalation -- amulet fixage -- Sam, Dean, Cas also welcome

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

I've been gone for a whole few hours. Congratulate me.

We just got a request for burns. So let's have smoke-inhalation for this one instead. And maybe Sam was already a bit run down with a cough and his lungs weren't at their best for a dose of smoke. And wtf was he doing, anyway, running into a burning motel room when all they stood to lose was some dirty laundry? Does he pull a stunt like that and expect Dean not to chew him out?Dean figures some stuff out when he finds the amulet in Sam's rescued duffel.

[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

I love you.

convalescent!Sam -- Sam/Dean

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

. . . but I won't be heartbroken if a gen writer wants to grab it.

I don't care if it's illness or injury or Lucifer, but Sam still in bad shape from something but slowly recovering. Enough himself again to be a bitchy and difficult patient sometimes and for Dean to be snarky as well as caring.

fear of falling -- Sam, Dean (do I ever not want Dean?), and I like the thought of Cas in this one

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

As usual, I'm happy Gen or Sam/Dean.

There was a tiny moment in a terrific Dean fic at hoodie_time where the writer said that Sam had been having a lot of dreams about falling since his dive into the pit. And that makes total sense to me, so now I want it front and center in a Sam fic. Maybe they are trapped in some high place and Dean can't figure out why Sam is suddenly freaking when he'd never had a problem with heights before and Sam has to tell him. Or maybe it's just nightmares. Or both. Up to you. A touch of awesome!Cas would not come amiss.

Re: fear of falling -- Sam, Dean (do I ever not want Dean?), and I like the thought of Cas in this o

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

Oh oh oh. I so really badly want this one.

Gragh, why did college have to start this week?

.....Oh fuck it. I'm doing this. Gimme a few minutes.

~Nebula

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Gen. Any time. The boys have no money left for a motel, so they are going to have to sleep in the Impala. Except poor Sam accidently locks the keys inside, and it’s raining, AND he’s coming down with a cold. Cue pissed off Dean (until he realizes Sam is miserable, of course).

[ayslin.livejournal.com]

ooo, excellent. This was already on Teh List. Bumping it to the top (because Teh List is 30 bazillion prompts long omgz).

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Sam has laryngitis.

will totally do this one!

[chibikameai.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh! Hi! I remember me? Can I do this one? Pwease? Give some time though. I can have it done in a couple of days and will have it posted ASAP.