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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Fills:

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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"Is it what you want?" Sam counters, throwing the question straight back, brazenly upping the stakes. Closely as he's watching, he catches the faint widening of Dean's eyes, the guilty parting of Dean's lips. The caught-out instant before Dean tries to backpedal.

"I don't really get a vote," Dean says.

But Sam's seen everything he needs. Maybe it's still the tequila giving him courage, or maybe it's inevitability driving him. Maybe he and Dean were always bound on this exact collision course, and Sam has been denying himself too long to see it. The reason doesn't matter anyway. Sam is already moving.

This time, kissing Dean is exactly like he imagined. Dean reaches for him, frames Sam's face with strong hands as Sam climbs clumsily astride his brother's lap. Dean's mouth opens at the first pleading touch of Sam's tongue. He lets Sam take, take, take with all the desperation of a need too long restrained.

Sam doesn't want to stop, but he recedes obediently when Dean finally pushes him away. They're both breathing hard. Dean's lips are swollen from Sam's kiss, and the sight leaves Sam lightheaded.

Then he realizes Dean looks sad, and Sam's brow furrows heavily. "What's wrong?" He's greedily aware of Dean's heat, their bodies pressed close in all the right places. Dean's spine shifts beneath Sam's hands. His face smoothes to a more guarded expression.

"You're drunk, Sammy," he says gently. "And you're going to regret this in the morning."

"No," Sam denies instantly. He won't regret this. Not tomorrow. Not ever. How can he regret finally, finally having what he wants. Dean in his arms. Dean right where he belongs.

"Trust me," Dean insists. "You wouldn't have run away to California if this was what you really wanted."

Sam burns to protest. He wants to argue until Dean sees just how wrong he is. If Sam had known he could have this—if he'd known he was even allowed to hope—he wouldn't have run in the first place. But Dean is wearing a stubborn look Sam recognizes. The one that won't be swayed even by the soundest reasons. No one can out-stubborn a Winchester; not even another Winchester.

"I won't regret this in the morning," Sam still says, because he has to try. But Dean is already shifting beneath him, pushing Sam off his lap, twisting from Sam's arms. Sam lets him go, because he knows holding on will only make Dean slip away faster.

"Get some sleep," Dean admonishes as he rises from the bed.

"Will you still be in the neighborhood tomorrow?" Sam asks, barely resisting the urge to stand follow Dean toward the door.

"Sure, Sammy."

"Promise me," Sam demands fiercely.

Dean looks the slightest bit taken aback, but says, "I promise. You can buy me breakfast."

"And we'll talk about this again in the morning?"

Dean blinks at him, sympathetic but skeptical. "You won't want to talk about this."

"But you'll hear me out if I do?" Sam presses. "I mean it, Dean. If you're gonna leave now, you have to promise you'll listen tomorrow."

Dean huffs a quiet sigh. "Fine. If you really want to talk about all this tomorrow, I'll listen." It's not rocket science figuring out Dean considers it an easy promise, because he doesn't believe Sam at all. But that doesn't matter. He's said the words. Sam can hold his brother to them.

"G'night, Sam," Dean says, and then he's gone. Out the door so fast Sam barely believes his brother was there in the first place. But Sam is almost sober now. And when he glances down, he sees his brother's lock picking kit on the floor, fallen from Dean's pocket somewhere between breaking in and making a hasty retreat. Sam leans down and picks up the pouch, balancing the soft leather in his hands.

He sleeps better than he expects. And when he wakes to daylight and the ringing of the phone on the bureau, he smiles so wide his cheeks hurt.

The phone is just close enough to reach without getting out of bed, and he answers with a yawn. "Dean?"

"Yeah." Dean's voice is gravel. Sam doubts he slept a wink. "So. Breakfast?"

"Pick me up in ten minutes," Sam says. It will give him just enough time to brush his teeth and get dressed.

He and Dean have a lot to talk about, and Sam doesn't want to waste a single second.

Edited 2016-05-03 02:30 (UTC)

Aww this was so good!!

Thank you so much! :D

Very sweet! Thank you for sharing :)

You're welcome, and thank you so much!

delicious!

Aww, thank you! :D

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