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Happy Birthday, Sammy! - a commentfic meme
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Fills:
Somewhere Older Than I Was by
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crowroad3Sam opens a cursed box on his birthday. It activates a truth spell which Dean takes advantage of. Angsty Sam guilty Dean. Preferably in the bunker.
Cracks by
familybiznessJessica/Sam, Stanford Era. After Jessica throws Sam a birthday party that goes horribly awry, she finally realizes why he doesn't want to celebrate. He misses his family. Cue comforting!Jess and if you want, a cameo from Dean. All the Jess/Sam feels please!
Solo by
shangriladaSucks to be sick and/or in the hospital on your birthday. Luckily, Dean's there to try to cheer Sam up.
Bonus points: Sam's cheered up the second Dean gets there, but he hides that fact because he enjoys watching Dean keep trying to come up with new ways to make him feel better.
Whatever Lies Beyond This Morning by
center_galaxySam's had a recent head injury and doesn't remember, among other things, Cas. Dean is forced to go on a hunt for a few days and leave Cas in charge of his damaged brother.
Blindsided by
lennelleAU, Sam's 17th birthday present was a hunt that went south, landing him in the hospital facing months of recovery. Sam's 18th birthday was him receiving his first daily living aid as he leaves the hospital.
It can be a wheelchair, braces, cane. Totally up to the writer what happened to Sam and who gives it to him.
Cupcake by
lennelleSam has miserable hayfever. Sam's birthday is in May. Dean usually teases him about it, but on Sam's birthday he indulges all the comforting and niggling worry he usually shoves down.
Addict by
center_galaxyJohn Winchester is a high functioning alcoholic. He loves his boys more than anything. But one night he loses control and hits Sam.
These Old Shoes by
lennelleSam. Pneumonia. Camp Chitaqua.
Aftermath by
shangriladaSam. Pneumonia. Camp Chitaqua.
Messy as a Secret Shared by
dreamlittleyoIt's Sam's freshman year at Stanford, and all he wants to do is run home to his brother. But he made his decision and he's sticking to it...except for those nights when he gets drunk and calls Dean.
Because the Beyond Called by
mentholpixieSam wakes up on a psychiatric ward with no clue as to how he got there. The time setting and reason is all up to you, could be due to a curse, real life illness, body swap etc! Bonus points for including Dean!
California Dreaming by
center_galaxyDean shows up at Stanford unexpectedly, to surprise Sam for his birthday.
Bonus points for finding Sam the worse for wear, burning the candles at both ends and discovering California isn't nearly as "sunshine and lollipops" as Dean had imagined it'd be for his lil' brudder.
Behind Blue Eyes by
lennelleIt's Sam's first birthday at the bunker, and Dean has every intention of making it a good one. After all, now they have a real kitchen for Dean to make a cake in, and they're not currently in any life-or-death situations.
But Sam comes down with a cold the day of/day before his birthday, and Gadreel takes over, with the intention of healing Sam from his illness. Which is great, except that now Dean is stuck with an angel who doesn't really get the point of birthdays, instead of his actual brother that he just made this awesome cake for. How long does it take for Dean to get the real Sam back, and what does he do then?
Cold Flesh by
lennelleSam can't get warm
Bad Creek Fairytale by
crowroad3On his thirteenth birthday, Sam is desperately sick and close to death; Dean's alone with him in Bumfuck, Nowhere, and Dad is nowhere to be found.
4500 by
steeplechasersSam counts the candles, there aren't enough. He's sure that there are not enough candles in the world to show exactly how old he is
Take My Heart (And Please Don't Break It) by
center_galaxyJess is worried about Sam; he's getting a lot of phone calls that he leaves the room to answer, there's a pile of books on his desk that she knows aren't for a class or paper, and whenever she tries to talk to him about it he tries to pass off one of those half truths that she sees right through. But it's the clothes she finds in the back of the closet in a duffle bag, covered in blood that freak her out. Well that, and the fact that one day, he doesn't come home.
A Floor Too High by
holyhellyGen. Any season. First line, "Sam always knew it would somehow come to this."
Empty Worlds by anonymous
The first time Sam discovers what anxiety is truly like: it's his birthday and Dad and Dean (or just Dean) are out on a hunt and unreachable.
Nightmare by
familybiznessSam has a nightmare. Time period and situation is up to you. I just want to see him freaked out and crying, preferably with Dean there to make him feel better.
Santa Lucias by
crowroad3Sam goes to Stanford. He and Dean lose contact, especially after the big blow up that severs any ties once and for all. Through the years, Dean assumes the radio silence is intentional, that Sam has his apple pie life and finally left his real family behind. He thinks about tracking Sam down when a hunt lands him in Palo Fucking Alto.
Turns out Sam's been dead for years and that ghost that Dean's in town to handle has an awfully familiar face.
He's My Witch by anonymous
Dean is really sick of randoms thinking his baby brother is some kind of devil-monster that needs to be destroyed. He did NOT spend the last two days losing his shit in this ass-backwards town full of jumpy yokels just to watch them torch Sam on a stake like some Salem witch bullshit.
By the time he's wrapped up his Big Damn Hero routine though, Sam's...well...he's stopped screaming.
Untitled (art) by anonymous
Sam's had worse birthdays for sure, but this is not fun: he's had to dig up a grave in cold, pouring rain, all fifty-nine layers of his clothes are muddy and clinging and chafing, and he's too tired even to get coffee reliably to the vicinity of his mouth. How fortunate that the Bunker has some amazing retro bath fittings somewhere, maybe with a surprising variety of retro bath gels. Sam/Dean? Gen? Other? Being plotless, it might make a good art prompt.
In The End by
lennelleBlood don't matter. They're Bobby's boys. Always have been.
A father shouldn't have to bury his sons. Even at the end of the world.
Line 'Em Up by
center_galaxySometimes, Sam needs to take a quiet moment to look through his memory box.
Heal by
foolscapperSam develops selective mutism, and will only talk to Dean.
(And sometimes, he won't even do that.)
In Memoriam by
backroadsspiritSometimes, Sam needs to take a quiet moment to look through his memory box.
Old Soul, New Body by
broken_cindersWhat if your body and your soul don't have the same birthday, Sam?
Thirteen Ghosts by
broken_cindersSometimes, Sam needs to take a quiet moment to look through his memory box.
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Filled: Old Soul, New Body
Hold it.
One
Two
Three Four Five SixSevenEight
He blows. The little flame on the candle snuffs out and a plume of smoke rises into the air.
Dean is there, waiving it away so they don’t set off the alarm.
Sam feels more like that smoke than he probably should. Not his body. Physically he’s fine. Better than fine. He’s more fit than most people ever hope to be. He can run for miles. He can swim and fight and dig and carry.
But inside his own skull, he feels taught, frail and wobbly like an old man. He’s seen so much, had too many people whispering away in his head to feel completely alone, and he’s bone weary. He thinks that maybe one stiff breeze could blow him away, tear apart what’s left of him and scatter it, like dry leaves blowing along the ground.
But it’s May. There are flowers and bees and allergies everywhere. Things are coming into bloom and everything is so alive it hurts to look at them.
He doesn’t realize he’s been staring morosely at his cupcake for several minutes until Dean snaps his fingers in front of Sam’s nose.
He blinks and drags his eyes up from the swirled blue frosting. Dean looks as worn as he feels. There are lines at the corners of his eyes and his face sags just a little in a way it didn’t used to.
“Come on man, let’s get this party started. I’m going to eat that cupcake if you don’t hurry up.”
Sam knows he won’t. Instead, he asks, “How old am I?” His voice is quiet, solemn.
“Really?” Dean asks. He’s staring at Sam, puzzling him out.
“Seriously. How old am I?”
“You’re the brainiac of this duo. You do the math.”
Sam looks Dean in the eye. Really studies him until Dean starts to squirm because Sam can see that awareness lurking behind his eyes. Dean knows. Dean knows because he’s asked the same question before.
“I don’t know anymore.”
Dean sinks down on the bed next to him, his arm brushing up against Sam’s. Sam likes the warmth that rolls off him. Not enough to be hot. Just enough to be comforting. It’s real and alive and grounding.
Maybe Sam could soak up some of Dean’s endless supply of energy and make himself feel a little less hollowed out.
“Let’s see,” Dean says. “You were born in 1983. So 2013 would have been thirty. Makes you thirty-three.”
“But I’m not. I don’t even remember thirty-three.” And he doesn’t. Thirty-three he’s pretty sure was spent freezing in a dark room full of silence, but beyond that he doesn’t know. It all goes fuzzy after the first few except for a couple here and there that really stand out. Ones where Lucifer remembered his birthday, too.
“Sam…” Dean falls quiet, but doesn’t pull away. “Do you really want to know,” he finally asks.
“I…” Maybe. Maybe he wants to know. Maybe it would be easier knowing. He’s never tried to do the math before. He knows it’s well over a century. He’s over a hundred years old. “I don’t know.”
“Sammy, what if your body and soul don’t have the same birthday?”
“I know,” He says. He slumps down, frustrated. “That’s the problem.”
“No,” Dean said knocking into Sam gently. “Let me finish. What if they don’t have to be the same? Do you know why today? Why not in September or December?”
“Cause I was born in May.”
“Right. For better or worse, that’s the day you came into the world. It’s the day I got my pain in the ass little brother. And you know what, that’s an important day. It’s not about how old you are, Sam. It’s about the fact that you’re still here. You’ve been through shit, but you’re still here to celebrate. So here’s to surviving another year.”
Sam laid his head on Dean’s arm, cheek pressing into the warmth. “Yeah. Another year survived.”
Dean slung his arm over Sam’s shoulders. “Now are you going to eat that cupcake or what?”
RE: Filled: Old Soul, New Body
I love the way you show us the contrast between dry-leaves inner-Sammy and riotous, blooming, allergenic May. This is a Sam who celebrated birthdays with Lucifer, who is (maybe always was) an old old soul...and yet, also a Sam that breathes and eats and hears his brother's grounded logic: today is the day you were born.
Really, really beautiful; thank you so much for this gift!
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Thank you for sharing :)
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