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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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FILLED - Washed Up Like Poison

Sam woke up to Ruby's touch on his arm. Her hair brushed his hip lightly. It was just like she used to do, with that slight pinch, and the light feeling of breath on his skin. It was almost as if she were examining him, poking and prodding at his body in fascination. Ruby’s here, Sam thought, where am I? and he vaguely remembered that Dean was gone, and that feeling went right to his gut. Dean was gone, but she was here and - he leaned back into her touch. She'd help him. She'd - she'd help him.
"Sam," Jess murmured, and Sam shot upright, scrabbling at the sheets.
Jess, not Ruby. Of course, it was Jess, her ghost, she was here. Oh, oh Jess, he’d missed her so much. He felt all shuddery and rolled his neck, but couldn't get comfortable at all.
She stroked his arm again. "Hey, Sam..."
I gotta get to work, Sam thought blankly, and swung his legs out of bed.
"Is that other blonde waiting for you at work?" Jess called after him. "You'd rather see her every morning?"
No, not really. "Her name's Lindsay," Sam said, rummaging around for his keys. He didn't remember Jess like this, did he?
That day at work, Sam nearly cut himself chopping vegetables three times, spilled a drink all over a customer, and lost very badly at darts.
"What's up with you today, Keith?" Lindsay asked, frowning. "WHOA - hey hey hey! I'll take those glasses for you, gimme a sec -"
Sam passed them over to her and went to the bathroom to splash water on his face. Right then he almost wished for a splitting headache, or at least someone to comfort him. He childishly wondered if he should stay in there for a long time, maybe Lindsay or someone would come looking - but there was no car waiting outside for him now, no one to believe he was worth waiting for. He took a few calming breaths and went back into the kitchen.
You don't miss her, he thought, you don't want her back, it was a freak sense memory, that was all, you want Jess there. Evil, Sam, she was an evil lying demonic bitch. The words rang a little off even in his head, because he didn’t like admitting it but somewhere deep down he was certain that sometimes she’d told him the truth.
Ed was sick that evening, so Sam covered his shift too. He quite liked it behind the bar, though he felt a bit guilty about it. He talked and smiled at the people and served them drinks, ranging from Dean's favourite Heineken to college girl cocktails, and they smiled back, most of the time, because none of them knew. At any rate they counted as human contact, without obligations or judgments or any of that. They were all strangers and weren't expecting him to do penance or be that person they'd known before.
"Hey, nice leather jacket over there," Lindsay commented from beside him. "I love that style, I've been thinking about getting one for myself."
Sam just about broke something in the process of whipping around to see where she was looking, but he couldn't see. She'd indicated a group of girls, not – where was -?
But then he saw that one of the girls had a leather jacket, and from the back he could see she also had long dark hair. It was exactly the right shade. She stood just like –
Sam's whole brain froze and there was just one word in his head right then, and it was RUBY. He nearly dropped the bottle he was holding.
"Careful, Joan’ll put you on dishes again," Lindsay said, walking off with a plate of French fries.
He turned around and leaned on the bar and stared at the wall, hand dragging back his hair. It wasn't Ruby, it was ridiculous and dangerous to even think that way. He shouldn't even be - her host body was dead! God knows how many times he'd seen ‘Dean’ in the morning line for coffee lately. This was stupid. Stupid. Awful.

He looked back at the group of girls, and she was standing a little way off, not really part of them. She looked down, presumably at her watch, then made for the door. Sam barely noticed himself putting down the bottle and ducking out from behind the bar and following her. He still hadn’t caught a glimpse of her face.
She was nearly at the door when he was blocked by a chatty group of college-aged kids, who took a moment to disperse. When they were gone, so was she.
Someone bumped into him, and he lost his balance for a moment. “Keith?” he heard Lindsay say. “What – where are you –“
No time. “I gotta go,” he said, and without hesitation set out of the bar at a fast walk.
It was a chilly night, and quite dark, but his eyes had adjusted before long. He could see her silhouette in the distance. He walked faster, starting to catch up.
She turned to look at him, but her features didn’t register, just a glimpse of a pale face in the dark. Was it her? She started walking faster, he could hear her shoes clacking– and then she turned a corner, moved out of his sight. Sam couldn’t not follow. He walked faster, and then broke into a jog. It was an evening in the city but he couldn’t hear any cars or people. He could only hear his heart pumping in his ears, the ragged sounds of his breath, the rhythmic pounding of his feet on the pavement. It was colder than he remembered it being that night.
He reached the corner and skidded around – and HOLY SHIT, she was right there, stock still, facing him, hands in her pockets and smirking just like he remembered. He stopped dead, couldn’t think.
“I know, I look fantastic,” she said.
“Ruby,” he choked out.
“Yeah, genius, it’s me,” Ruby said. “By the way, stalker much?”
Sam wondered, as he reached for the silver knife he’d hidden in his work clothes, what he was going to do. There was no point grabbing her, she was strong enough to rip him apart. Dean had the knife, which was just practical, as Dean was the one hunting. Sam was just off by himself trying not to be huntable. In hindsight, this may have left him with a problem.
“You can’t be alive,” Sam said, backing away. He really hadn’t thought this through, he’d just –just wanted, just thought, on the chance that it was her – he’d wanted to see her again, and maybe talk, or spend the night in a motel room in silence until pink-gold sunlight started to peek under the curtains. Or maybe demand an explanation, an apology, a confession, anything. Maybe give one.
The night he’d set Lucifer free, her shoulders had been small and bony under his hands, but not light at all. They’d contained enough strength to carry him over them as if he were as weightless as a feather. (She’d told him once that she’d had to carry him back to the car like that, after he’d passed out during a training session.) But she hadn’t been expecting him to do that, so when Dean came up and shoved the knife into her stomach with Sam holding her there, Sam knew that she’d died taken completely by surprise.
Okay, so maybe he really, really hadn’t thought this through. He took out his knife and started edging backwards.
You dumbass, just run! Get the fuck out of there! said his self-preservation instincts. I swear to god, Sammy-
“And yet!” Ruby said. “Are you gonna do anything about it?”
“You think I won't?” Sam said, adjusting his grip on the knife.
“Oh, c’mon, Sam,” she said. “I’m back! C’mon, you want me here. I mean, you could try to kill me if you wanted. It’s your choice. But I don’t think you will.”
She stepped forward, and he backed away, but then she reached out and took his left hand. He froze. Don’t panic, don’t panic. Her grip was deathly cold and kind of…moist.
“Hey,” she said, “it’s okay. It’s good to see you.”
“Don’t,” he whispered. He was, he was so alone -
“I know,” she said, “you’re never gonna trust me again, but – Sam, I just want to talk.”

He lifted his hand, the one she was holding, and stretched out to grip her shoulder. She was very light and it was very easy to draw her close.
Oh.
“I don’t miss you,” he said. “I hate you, so much. You ruined everything.”
“I just want to talk, Sam,” Ruby said again. “No deals, no blood drinking. Just talking. That’s all I –“
Sam gripped her shoulder tight, and then he slid his knife into her stomach, and twisted it.
She looked up at him in surprise, eyes wide and bright and wounded. “Sam –“
“My choice,” Sam said.
She tried to reply, but then she started vomiting water.
Sam drew the knife back out, and then all of a sudden it didn’t look like Ruby anymore. It looked like a monster, some pale, dripping thing with water gushing out the wound he’d made. The leather jacket was starting to look more like dark wet leaves draped over its torso, and its tangled wet hair dribbled water over his arms.
It hissed and stumbled, fell to its knees. Sam dropped to a crouch alongside it and peered at its pale, fishlike face.
“That wasn’t fair,” he said. “I can’t – I can’t -”
It snarled at him and then coughed out more water, turning its head aside.
“I guess you’re right,” Sam said. “I’m – I’m sorry.”
“Monster,” it rasped out. “Vampire. Freak - ”
Sam paused a moment. “You’re kinda uncreative,” he said, standing up. The monster quieted for a moment.
He’d never seen one of these before – specifically, a very wet monster that took on the form of someone you’d loved and lost, and tried to use that to kill and probably eat you. He’d look it up in Dad’s journal later –
Except Dean had that at the moment. Never mind. Sam briefly considered the prospect of going back to him, and telling him all about how a monster had deemed Ruby an appropriate lost loved one to masquerade as. He shut that idea down quickly and tried not to think about it.
“You don’t have it in your bones,” the monster said suddenly. Its limbs were starting to dissolve into water. “Believe in you. You’re the only one who can do this, Sam. Didn’t need the feather –“
Sam started to walk away. One less monster terrorising the local bar. Job well done. Keep walking.
“Sammy!” the thing called out, like a parrot. “Sammy!”
He was still alone and he could feel it like an ache in his gut. But Sam had betrayed the entire world and wanting some company would be kind of hugely entitled of him.
He took out his phone, which appeared to be untouched by water, opened the contacts menu, and scrolled to Dean.
-don’t know me, you never did – monster, vampire -
On balance, he should probably think these things through. Sam put the phone back in his pocket.
The walk back to the bar took a much longer time than leaving it had. While walking he thought about what he might have done if it was really Ruby. Up until recently, he would have done the Right Thing, whatever that was, or at least tried to. He would have been so damn sure.
Lindsay was very curious as to where he’d wandered off to, and why he was so wet. He spent the rest of his shift being rather slow at serving drinks, and when it was over he was glad to stumble into his motel room, still quite cold and damp, and collapse on the bed.
And Jess was there, next to him. “Oh, Sam,” she said, stroking his arm. “Baby. You’re so lonely, aren’t you?”
He put his head in his hands.
“It’s okay,” she whispered in his ear, hands sliding over his shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you…shhh, shh, now, now, love…now, love…now, love…I’m here…”

That was wonderful!!

Thank you!!

Oh poor Sam!
I particularly love the heartbreaking idea of him keeping the voicemail and playing it back to himself.

I do think Sam loved Ruby to some degree, and I think she loved him too (as much as she could, being a demon), but the best part about this story is that this Jess could just as well be Lucifer, which makes it that much more depressing.

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