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Master List of Fills

Mod Note: I have severely restricted access to the Internet these days, due mostly to time constraints. Bear with me if your fills don't appear right away, okay? :)

Priorities; by

center_galaxy; Outsider POV: pizza guy/girl. Goes to deliver a pie (veggie lover's delight?) to a remote motel. The big guy that answers the door is in no way healthy (either he's woefully sick or beaten all to hell.) Or maybe the door is ajar and the delivery person can see someone passed out on the floor.

Winchester Luck; by

chaos_slave; Sam falls/gets thrown off a cliff.

Bath Time Blues; by

cherry916; Sam Dean John gen Pre-series. Sam has a back injury or some sort of back problem, he's not paralysed, but he can't lift anything. Dean and John are fussing over him and watching him like a hawk to make sure he follows the doctor's orders.

The Itch You Can't Scratch; by

cherry916; Sam gets a nasty rash from the hellhound blood all over him.

Side Effects; by

center_galaxy; "Everybody Hates Hitler" AU. What if the Nazi Necromancer poison didn't go away nearly as quickly as it did in the actual ep? Or had some nasty aftereffects?

The Very Thought of You; by

center_galaxy; Jess has worked the late night shift at a diner for months now. But when the tall guy with the dimples that calls in every night for a coffee suddenly stops coming, she gets worried because no one seems to notice he's missing but her. Then a few nights later he stumbles into the diner, all beat up and bloody.

Occupational Hazard; by

omh_6; It's the summer of Sam's 13th year. Dean is already Dad's right-hand man and Too Cool for School, and Sam has been scrambling to keep up, then KAPOW. Growth spurt. Almost overnight, Sam finds himself eye-to-eye with his 'big' brother and you'd think that'd make him happy, right? But no, this is Sam Winchester we're talking, here. Cue the growing pains, eternal hunger, long ungainly limbs, screwed up center of gravity.

Angry Spirits Don't Care About Mud; by

calypsobard;"Maybe Sam should've listened to his brother before he decided to play the hero and run back into that house."

The Worst Thing; by

scribble2much; The memories of the cage are so strong that Sam begins to show psychosomatic symptoms to some of Lucifer's tortures.

On the Side of the Road; by

jasmineisland; Back in season 5, after Dean and Sam split up; Sam hitchhikes, thing is, the angels are out to tear him apart, now that they’ve got them split up; they recruit a demon or something to that effect, to do their dirty work. The demon ends up raping him on the side of the road., while or right before Dean ends up calling him to reconcile.

Anything For You; by

center_galaxy; Remember Sam's broken wrist way back when? He had a cast, it healed, all was well. Until somewhere in his late 30s the pain he's been ignoring for a while becomes a constant thing. They discover that Sam's been walking around with an improperly healed carpal bone and as a result has some nasty degenerative arthritis, and Dean decides this is a good time to hang it up and retire. But, just because they're done with the supernatural, doesn't mean that it's done with them and when Dean goes missing - Sam and his swollen, knobby "it's not entirely useless, dammit" hand have to find him. It's frustrating, it's dangerous, it hurts - but it's his brother, you know?

What I Would Give for You by

center_galaxy Sam gets tuberculosis.

And a Pillar of Fire by Night by

ladyarcherfan3 (gen please) At the end of 8.23, Sam tries to "let go" of the trials. The glow leaves his arms and he shows Dean with a smile before crying out in pain and collapsing. What if Sam''s collapse was caused by the Angels falling rather than just the trial's; side effects? He could be overloading on the same thing the Batcave is sensing when the machines turn on.

Better Than it Was by

calypsobard Post season 8; The boys run into Jody Mills. She's still (quite understandably) shaken and freaked by her near-death-by-Crowley. However, once she sees how ill Sam looks, she seizes upon nursing Sam back to health as her new mission.

Just Press Reset by

scribble2much In the wake of s8 there would have to be some lingering trust issues for Sam regarding Dean's forgiveness and respect. So maybe something years down the line when they are in one of their desperate situations and Dean does a "we're good, right?" check and somehow realizes that Sam flat out doesn't believe him, and has just gotten used to the idea that Dean loves him, sure, but won't ever think well of him or believe that Sam has lived down his mistakes. And Dean is all "YES I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE MY LITTLE BROTHER BUT I ALSO LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE AWESOME" in some very convincing way and then Sam cries

Overflow by

monicawoe Sam/Dean or gen; Getting all charged up for the Trials and then not discharging that energy by closing the gates of hell may not have been such a great idea. Sam's not sick any more, but his powers are back -- visions, telekinesis, other freaky stuff -- and he has no control over it and he's starting fires and hurting people. And then it gets worse and he's causing little cracks in the reality around him, cracks between earth and heaven and hell and purgatory and the fae realm. At this point it's not even that discharging the energy all at once will probably kill him, it's that they don't know how to do it without blowing the whole thing apart.

Helpless by

jasmineisland Sam breaks his collar bone and needs help with the very basics of daily life, IE. getting dressed, brushing his hair and so on.

One Soul, Needfully Patched by

indiachick While Death is building the Great Wall of Sam, he tries to fix as much of the hell trauma as he can. Sam's head is one messy place though.

Work in Progress by

mentholpixie Sam and Dean are at a bar and for some reason (up to the author) a bunch of guys start bad mouthing Sam and making fun of him. Sam just shrugs it off, but NOBODY is allowed to hurt Sam's feelings on Dean's watch, so Dean pretty much knocks the crap outta these guys and makes sure his brother is OK. :)

Anything At All by

center_galaxy Gen, pls! Remember Sam's broken wrist way back when? He had a cast, it healed, all was well. Until somewhere in his late 30s the pain he's been ignoring for a while becomes a constant thing, a constant sense of pain that he feels when it's cold, when rain's coming. It's difficult to use his dominant hand - he can barely hold a pen or a fork, let alone a gun. Under the appropriate assumed identity, Dean takes Sam to get it checked out. They discover that Sam's been walking around with an improperly healed carpal bone and as a result has some nasty degenerative arthritis. It's been years and the doc they go to see doesn't think that there are a great deal of surgical options. He recommends injections to reduce the inflammation, some ibuprofen for daily use, some lortab or percocet when it's particularly bad, and for Sam to do what he can to start training his left hand while at the same time working to keep maximized function of his right. Dean decides this is a good time to hang it up and retire. Little place, little jobs, and Sam and Dean get by - working out Sam's hand, getting injections, and living. But, just because they're done with the supernatural, doesn't mean that it's done with them and when Dean goes missing - Sam and his swollen, knobby "it's not entirely useless, dammit" hand have to find him. It's frustrating, it's dangerous, it hurts - but it's his brother, you know?

Washed Up Like Poison by

starling_night The thing about being human is that you can know things with your mind, believe them with all of your soul, and still have this little place in your heart that doesn't give a shit. Ruby lied to Sam, she manipulated him, and when he was with her - he was as close to being evil as he's ever been, barring the soulless Sam debacle. If she was brought back to life, he wouldn't hesitate to do everything he had to to make certain that it wasn't for very damned long. But, still, here and there, now and then, he thinks of her, he misses her just the tiniest bit. Sure, she was a vile, lying demon, using him to bring about the rise of the Devil and the eventual end of the world, but there were quiet moments, peaceful ones where they'd lie together while the sun came up, while the candles burned down, while the world went from silence to waking. And no matter how it frustrates him, how much he hates himself every time he thinks of her instead of those he misses that actually deserve it (i.e. the Good Saint Jessica), he is unable to do anything with that tiny little place in his heart that thinks "I know it wasn't real, I know she lied and was truly Evil with a capital E, but sometimes, I still miss her."

Scapegoat by

reggie11 Teenchesters. In retaliation to Dean stealing his girl/showing him up/whatever, a school bully (or bullies) drags Sam into the school bathroom and cuts his hair off. Cue distraught Sammy and protective, pissed off, big brother Dean; Gen please!

A City Broken Into by

sharktheory Naomi orders Castiel to kill Sam

Nutcracker by

jasmineisland Sam is hiding that he's injured or more injured than Dean thinks or that he's sick from Dean 'cause he thinks that Dean has enough to 'deal with' already, love it to be canon; Skin, The Benders, Devils Trap, any of the episodes from early Season 2, pretty much any episode in Season 5, Let it Bleed, Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie and sooooo many more episodes where this could happen; Dean gets all guilty when he finds Sam treating himself and mother-hens Sam back to health; Gen or Slash

Instinct written by

monicawoe art by

quickreaver After the trials, Sam doesn't get better. Kevin's theory is that it's cancer: the trials are supposed to purge him of all physical and spiritual impurities, so tuberculosis is out, and cancer is the only reason left for Sam to be coughing his lungs up when he's supposed to be the pinnacle of human perfection. Nope. Sam's falling apart because the demon blood is gone.

Surfacing by

a_starfish Cas's completely, face-palmingly nonsensical "fix" for Hallucifer doesn't work. Not quite all the way, and not forever; Gen or Wincest, any rating.

Time and Time Again by

center_galaxy Kid!Sam time travels forward and meets current!Dean (without current!Sam, preferably, but I'm not that picky). Dean's having a bad time with his PTSD from . Sam freaks out and is generally scared of the big gruff hunter who's trying to help him get home. And then he finds the amulet tucked away somewhere. Or maybe he sees a picture of himself and Dean. Or he's just smart enough to put two and two together. Whatever the case, he figures out that this is what his big brother becomes and he's terrified. Bonus points for wee!Sam witness torturer!Dean.

42 Blankets and Towels by

hadassah934 Sam and Dean are both sick. Charlie finds out and brings chicken soup and geeky movies to the batcave.

Save or Kill by

of_nightingales John shoots Sam. On purpose or accident -- repercussions are going to be severe in any case.

Like Groundhog Day by

foolscapper Gen, during Mystery Spot. So, after countless Tuesdays, let's say Sam's gotten a little desperate. I mean, if Dean dying means resetting the day, then maybe him dying will end the loop? The youngest Winchester figures it's worth a try and starts to put himself in situations where Dean usually died (ex: walking into the middle of the street with a speeding car coming at him). Dean, on the other hand, can't figure out what the heck is going on with his brother. Bonus points if Sam eventually breaks down in tears, puts a gun to his head and Dean has to talk him down from pulling the trigger.

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Jess has worked the late night shift at a diner for months now. But when the tall guy with the dimples that calls in every night for a coffee suddenly stops coming, she gets worried because no one seems to notice he's missing but her. Then a few nights later he stumbles into the diner, all beat up and bloody.

Oh my goodness, I love this one! Totally going to fill this one later today!

Yay! That would be wonderful, thank you!

FILLED: The Very Thought of You (1/?)

I've worked the late night shift at Nicole's Place ever since I moved into the dorms at Stanford, about 8 months ago. While the school gave me a partial scholarship (thank you AP credit) and my parents agreed to help, I've needed money to pay the ridiculously high tuition. I mean, yeah, of course the price would be high since this school was private, but I had never expected that it would be as high as a down payment on a house! Still, I knew what I getting into and I wouldn't transfer to anywhere else. The school is beautiful, the people are friendly and the teachers are fair.

And, to be honest, I like working at the diner. Every weekend, I get to listen to old 50's tunes on Nicole's jukebox and hear stories from people of all walks of life. It's like every night at 9pm the walls that people put up come crumbling down just long enough for my six hour shift. I've heard people confess their sins to me as I've poured their coffee. I've listened to declarations of true love as I've served dessert. I've been privileged enough to see a glimpse of peoples' lives, one that I wouldn't see normally.

And then of course, there's him.

The mysteriously tall, hazel eyed, handsome stranger with dimples that make his smile 10 times brighter, saunters into the diner every night at 10pm sharp with his book bag by his side. He orders the same thing--black coffee with one cream--and he does the same thing. First, he'll do his science work--chemistry--and then he'll do some reading about the history of law or something and finally, he'll finish up with whatever book he's reading. Last week, it was Les Miserables, this week it is Great Expectations. We've never said more than two words to each other, but I can just tell that he is a good guy. He's not like the stupid jocks that try to pick up on me and my roommate whenever we go to a party. He's . . . different.

And I can't help but get excited Friday night as the clock nears 10pm. It's stupid, I know, but I like seeing this guy. He's comforting, in a way. I've tried to find him at school, but in a campus of countless students, it's damn near impossible. This is the only time I can see him and tonight, I resolve to say something other than, "Your usual?". Tonight, I will be witty and charming and I will impress this guy and I will finally get his name.

"The very thought of you and I forget to do," Lisa sings softly as she wipes down one of the wooden tables. The jukebox is playing one of my favorite songs and hearing my co-worker, a music major, sing it is a major treat. "The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do." She finishes cleaning and then gracefully walks back to the counter, humming all the way.

"Date tonight?" I ask her casually and she beams.

"That obvious?" Her red hair is done into a bun and I can see her formal flats on her feet.

"Just a bit," I chuckle. "Have a good time."

"You too," She replies, taking off her apron. "Have fun with mystery man. I mean, if he even exists. I've never seen him--"

"He does," I retort. "He's just . . . very specific on his time."

"Right." Lisa replies teasingly. She winks and then is out the door before the clock strikes 10pm. I hold my breath, butterflies batting around in my stomach and I wait, mentally going over what to say when he walks in.

But 10pm comes and goes and by the end of my shift, he's a no show.

Edited 2013-07-03 22:24 (UTC)

FILLED: The Very Thought of You (2/?)

I ask around the next day at work.

"A tall guy who only orders coffee?" Jackson echoes, face scrunched up in confusion. "You know I barely even remember what happened today, right?" He's no help and none of the other waitresses remember him even coming in.

"You're the only one who really pays attention," Jean remarks with a grin. "Sorry that I can't help you."

My work that night is spotty at best. I almost drop three glasses, I trip on the rug and I managed to spill coffee on my pristine white apron. Nicole, my boss, watches me with a mixture of concern and amusement on her face, but I pay her no mind. The only thing I can seem to focus on is that man's face and the way it lights up whenever he reads a book or how it scrunches up in concentration whenever he's working hard.

And it occurs to me that I may have well fallen in love with a total stranger.

It's cliche and hard to believe, but the more I think about it, the more real it becomes.

"Who are you looking for?" Nicole questions, sauntering over to me, a coy smile on her lips.

"One of the regulars," I inform her, hopeful that maybe she might know him. "He's been coming in every night at 10pm for the last few months?"

"Sorry, honey," She replies with a shrug. "Sometimes that's the way it goes. People come and go."

"I know, but--"

"Jessica," She chides, placing a hand on my shoulder and gripping it. "You best get back to work."

"The mere idea of you, the longing here for you," Lisa hums and I simply sigh. Ever since she started dating Jason, she had been in the whole "honeymoon" phase of their relationship. Three days without a sighting of my mystery man and I was beginning to become quite cranky and agitated. I wanted to shout up at the sky about how unfair it was to dangle such a perfect guy in front of me and then take him away from me. Of course, I knew this was my fault. I should've spoken up and said something to him--anything. Maybe then he wouldn't have left . . . "You'll never know how slow the moments go til I'm near to you."

"Seeing Jason again tonight?" I ask, tone clipped.

"Yep!" Lisa replies cheerfully. "Still no sign of your mystery hottie?"

"No," I say with a sigh. "Nicole said that it's normal. People come and go, you know?"

"That's right, I mean he probably--"

The bell on our front door dings and I glance behind Lisa to see who it is.

It's the mystery guy, only he's bruised and I can see blood on his jacket.

And without any regard for what I should do, I run to him.

Edited 2013-07-03 23:07 (UTC)

FILLED: The Very Thought of You (3/4)

Lisa rushes to get the first aid kit and I help the man sit down at an empty booth. The diner is pretty empty tonight and the people that are here don't seem fazed by a broken, bleeding man. I smile reassuringly at him and I notice for the first time how beautiful his hazel eyes are. As he holds my gaze, I find myself captivated by how he can seemingly convey a thousand emotions all with a single glance.

"Hey." He greets and I chuckle, relieved that the can still talk even though he's practically bleeding out on the seat of this booth.

"Hey yourself," I reply as I pull off on my apron and apply pressure to his wound. He winces and immediately, I glance up. "Sorry, sorry."

"Not the worst situation I've been in," He tells me vaguely and I wonder what exactly he has been through. Bleeding out and in pain would rank pretty high on my list of worst situations to be in. Lisa scurries back in and lifts up the lid of the our first aid kit. She hands me some gloves and I put them on. "S'not that bad."

"Yeah, well, why don't you let me be the judge of that." Gingerly, I lift up his shirt and choke on a gasp. A jagged cut mars his tan skin. It almost appears to be an animal claw mark of some sort.

"Jesus." Lisa mumbles.

"Call 9-1-1," I instruct because I know that this isn't something I could handle. I wasn't about to let this guy bleed out here just because I wanted to take care of him. "Now!" Lisa nods her head and pulls out her cellphone. I grab some gauze and press down on the wound, trying not to show how frightened I was for him. He had been through some sort of Hell tonight, that much was obvious. "Hey, hang in there, okay?"

"Sam."

"What?" He's slurring his words now and I could see the blood loss starting to take a toll on him. "Stay with me, okay?"

"My name," He informs me. "Sam."

"I'm Jessica." He grins and for a second, I forget that he's slipping away and I'm trying to save his life. For a second, we're nothing more than two people who happened to meet.

"Pretty name," He wheezes and I nervously chuckle. "It suits you."

"They'll be here in a few minutes." Lisa interjects and the weight of the situation hits me.

"Hang on then, Sam," I tell him with a sad smile tugging at my lips. "Hang on."

When the ambulance comes, they haul Sam away.

I watch them leave until the lights fade into the distance and the siren echoes faintly in the night sky.

FILLED: The Very Thought of You (4/4)

"I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above," Lisa sings softly as she clears the dishes and moves past me. "It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love." Seeing my dejected expression, she frowns and then pulls me into a quick hug.

"Lisa, I--"

"You don't have to explain to me," She reassures me. "I'm sure Sam is fine. I mean, we would've heard if it was bad, right?"

"Right." I agree and Lisa nods her head, clearly proud of herself. Then, glancing at the clock, she curses.

"I'm going to be late!" She wails, flinging off her apron and tossing it past the counter. "Jess, could you--?"

"I'll finish up here," I assure her with a grin on my face. "Say hi to Brady for me."

"Will do!" And then like a hurricane, she tears out of the diner. Chuckling, I head to the jukebox and change the song. While I loved Nat King Cole, he and his love songs were starting to get on my nerves. There was a real possibility that Sam would never come back. I mean, if I had almost died in a diner, I would've stayed away too. But that didn't change the fact that I wanted to see, that I wanted him to come back.

God, how pathetic was I?

"Pretty pathetic." I tell myself as I run a hand through my blonde hair.

And that's when the bell rings. I don't even turn around because I know it won't be him, because if I let myself hope that it's him, I'll just be disappointed. So, I stand by the jukebox and wait for whomever it is to sit down.

"Jessica?"

It's his voice and instantly, I turn around and see a slightly worse for wear Sam standing before me.

"Hey," I greet and immediately regret it. Was "hey" all I could say after what he had been through? "How are you?"

"Fine," He replies, an easy grin tugging on his lips. "I mean, I'm doing better."

"I'm glad." I say, practically beaming. "What happened to you?"

"Hunting accident," He tells me automatically. "Bear got me."

"A bear?" I echo incredulously.

"Yep." He tells me casually.

"Are you messing with me?" I ask him, skeptically.

"No, of course not!" He exclaims with such sincerity that I know he's telling the truth.

"Kidding," I retort. "So, coffee?" He nods and I begin to reach for the pot when he coughs slightly. "Sam?"

"I was wondering . . ." His voice trailed off.

"Yes?" I prompted.

"If you would like to go out sometime?"

"Yes, of course." I reply immediately.

That night, he stayed for my whole shift and during my breaks we talked about anything and everything. I had been right in my assumption--Sam wasn't like the guys I knew. He was so much better. He was considerate and funny and sincere.

And the next day at work, it wasn't Lisa that was singing anymore.

It was me.

;w; Ahhhhhh! Lovely!

Thanks!

This was adorable, thank you so much for filling this prompt!

I loved the music and how Jess fell so hard and fast for Sam. And did you also sneak a reference to Brady in there too, because I loved that dark foreshadowing, a simple reminder of the horror that lies ahead!

This was a lovely read, thanks again. :)

No problem! Thanks for the awesome prompt. I'm really glad you liked it! Sam/Jessica is one of my favorite pairings to write for!

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