ohsam | Happy Birthday, Sammy!

In honor of our dear Sammy’s 33rd birthday, we’re hosting a comment fic and art meme!

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Somewhere Older Than I Was by

crowroad3
Sam 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

familybizness
Jessica/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

shangrilada
Sucks 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_galaxy
Sam'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

lennelle
AU, 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

lennelle
Sam 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_galaxy
John 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

lennelle
Sam. Pneumonia. Camp Chitaqua.

Aftermath by

shangrilada
Sam. Pneumonia. Camp Chitaqua.

Messy as a Secret Shared by

dreamlittleyo
It'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

mentholpixie
Sam 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_galaxy
Dean 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

lennelle
It'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

lennelle
Sam can't get warm

Bad Creek Fairytale by

crowroad3
On 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

steeplechasers
Sam 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_galaxy
Jess 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

holyhelly
Gen. 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

familybizness
Sam 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

crowroad3
Sam 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

lennelle
Blood 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_galaxy
Sometimes, Sam needs to take a quiet moment to look through his memory box.

Heal by

foolscapper
Sam develops selective mutism, and will only talk to Dean.

(And sometimes, he won't even do that.)

In Memoriam by

backroadsspirit
Sometimes, Sam needs to take a quiet moment to look through his memory box.

Old Soul, New Body by

broken_cinders
What if your body and your soul don't have the same birthday, Sam?

Thirteen Ghosts by

broken_cinders
Sometimes, Sam needs to take a quiet moment to look through his memory box.

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Sam jumps a little when someone's hand rests gently on his shoulder, followed by a quick, "Sorry, man."

He can imagine what Dean's face must look like, pinched with worry, he reckons Dean might have made it his permanent expression over the past year. It must be tiring spending most of your time making sure your blind-as-a-freaking-bat little brother doesn't fall into a pothole.

"I thought you were sleeping," Dean says apologetically. Not that it makes any difference, eyes open or closed, Sam can't see anything.

"It's okay," Sam mumbles, already pushing the hospital bed covers off his legs, he can feel Dean bustling around but he can't tell what he's doing just by listening. Sam hasn't really picked up that superhero hearing that blind people are supposed to have yet, things are mostly just black and indistinguishable.

"It's the big day, Sammy!" Dean says and Sam can hear the smile in his voice, it's a little infectious and Sam finds himself grinning even though he's not particularly excited about The Big Day.

"I can't believe my youngest is eighteen already," his father says, Sam hadn't even known he was in the room. It's kind of a lot scary when you know all about monsters and their existence but you can't even do a thing to protect yourself. Sam can't shoot a gun any more, he can't draw a devil's trap, he can't even walk in a straight line by himself.

"Yeah, time flies," Sam remarks bitterly, the last year has been the longest and most painful year of his life, he's lucky he only lost his eyesight in all honesty. He finds his fingers brushing of his numerous surgical scars, the largest stretching across his stomach. He's almost glad he can't see what he looks like.

"Come on, Sammy," Dean sighs, "Don't mope before the day's even started. You're bustin' out of rehab!"

Sam huffs and gets to his feet, he takes a few steps, hoping to God he'll miraculously end up in the bathroom. Of course, he doesn't, he bangs his knee against a table before Dean comes to his aid. The rehab centre was supposed to help him to gain independence, so far the only positive outcome of living with other blind kids for the past couple of months is that he can read again, with his fingers this time.

Showering isn't what it used to be, he's not aloud to lock the door in case he slips on his way out of the tub and splits his stitches, and he spends most of his time in there trying to figure out which bottle is the shampoo.

"You done yet, Murdoch?" Dean calls, Sam can already hear him letting himself into the bathroom. He barely has time to cover his modesty.

"Dean!"

"I'm not looking!" Dean promises, Sam feels another towel being place around his shoulders, "Let's get you dry, we've got to make a stop on the way home."

Sam nods, biting his tongue. It's a crappy birthday to begin with because he can't see anything and he woke up in a hospital bed like he has done so often for the past year, but at least it won't be as bad as last year. He'll probably just wait in the car while Dean and Dad do whatever they have to do then they'll take him back to Bobby's and cook up some steaks or something.

Squeeee I'm so happy! Ty! I love your other stories!

Sam feels the car rumble to a stop, then the front doors creak open and closed. He leans back in his seat, frowning, he'd expected a 'we'll be right back' but no, Dean and Dad just left. At least this birthday is better than his last.

Then the door beside him opens and he feels Dean tugging gently on his arm.

"Wait, where are we going?" Sam demands, gripping onto the leather seat. He's not a fan of surprises.

"You'll see," Dean says, then he swears under his breath, "I mean, you know, you'll hear, smell and feel it."

"Uh... okay," Sam mutters, reluctantly allowing them to pull him out of the car. He adjusts his sunglasses, wishing for something to do. For a second he's standing by himself with nothing around to touch or hold onto and the sensation is a little like standing on the edge of a cliff with your eyes closed. He sighs with relief when Dean takes his arm and his dad takes the other and he's being guided along.

He's led inside a building and settled into a seat. There's a plant next to him, he's pretty sure. He must look odd sitting in a waiting room stroking a plant.

"So, is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" he dares to ask.

"Nope," is Dean's answer. Sam sighs and hunches further down in the seat.

"Can you at least tell me how long I have to sit here?"

"Not long," Dean says evasively. Sam scowls in the direction of his brother's voice and he hears Dean laugh.

"You know, it's morally wrong to pick on a blind guy," Sam says, "Not that you'd know anything about morals."

Dean doesn't say anything, just laughs. Sam isn't sure how long he sits there, time is a bit of a mystery when you can't look at a clock, but he guesses it's only about five minutes before he hears a woman's voice.

"Are you ready, Sam?" she asks, she sounds overly cheery. Sam shrugs, he's not sure what he's supposed to be ready for. Dean helps him and and he takes his dad's arm. As they guide him along, Sam takes note of their direction. Left, right, right, left, straight forward to the heavy doors.

He hears it as soon as he's outside. Barking. He stumbles to a stop, John holds him steady.

"No way!" Sam breathes, then he's pushing forward again, not even waiting for someone to help him, he follows the sound until he meets a gate and something jumps up and licks his hand. "No freaking way!"

"Happy Birthday, Sammy!" There's a chorus from more than just his brother and dad.

"Is it..." he doesn't know how to ask, he doesn't want to get his hopes up.

"You can pick one," Dean says, resting a hand on Sam's shoulder, "Better than a cane, huh?"

Sam nods enthusiastically, words aren't working any more. Maybe he's blind and dumb now but it doesn't matter because he's getting a freaking dog. Someone opens the gate and guides him inside, soft bodies brush against his legs. He sits down in the centre, holding his hands out to brush through fur.

"How do I pick one?" Sam asks, "I can't see them."

"Just get to know them," a woman says, "You'll know which one fits best with you. They're all trained but they're off duty right now so they're being their usual excitable selves."

Sam grins, he's in a puppy pile, this is the best birthday ever. Seriously. At first he can't tell them apart, but after a while he realises there are five of them, three girls and two boys, he's told. One of the girls is calm, well-behaved, she sits quietly to his left, one of the boys likes belly rubs and Sam is more than happy to oblige. In the end it's the other boy, the one who licks and nudges his hands, the one who holds his paw out to shake, the one that tries to get onto his lap, that Sam picks.

He was already named Cecil, but Dean calls him Conan (way more badass, Sammy). Cecil gets strapped up in his gear and proudly escorts Sam back to the car. And Sam can walk! Sam is walking without someone holding him straight, without knocking into things or tripping over. Sam feels like Sam again.

END

This was perfect! Thank you!! <333

Yay, what a lovely fic!!

I love this so hard!!! The sheer joy of Sam knowing that he's getting a dog, and also that he's getting his independence back. Beautiful!!! Than k you for sharing :)

Happy Birthday, Sammy! - a commentfic meme

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