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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One dark humid three AM Dean does the math, knowing that Sam's too deep in fever dreams to see what he's doing or care. May 1st, 2011, or something like it. And counting backwards, minutes meaning weeks, weeks meaning months, seconds meaning years. When he hits the number on the bottom of the complimentary motel notepad the air in his lungs strings its claws into his throat and he stops breathing.

--

He's careful about birthdays as they have always been a point of hurt: people are gone, people have died. Most of the time Sam is in that state of not quite wanting to be. So Dean tends to forego the cake, though he can't stop giving gifts, but gifts without wrapping paper, gifts without physicality. A favorite lunch spot, a touch on the arm.

There was that year without him, wherein he assumes there was cake, as there was a girl, a lawn, a dog--but he knows Sam never told her what a birthday was like in their lives. Probably ate her Albertson's-bakery funfetti with a smile on him and a deep black ache in his heart but never told her.

There was the year after, and Dean too busy watching Sam die (again, again) to think about a new year, a new number. When Sam turned thirty he was comatose in a hospital bed. (Again, again, again.) Going, and far too fucking young, and they never celebrated. Dean couldn't bring himself to. Kept imagining whatever box-mix cake he'd make being tasted on two tongues.

--

This year, though, this year, with Jesse and Cesar in the rear-view mirror, and Kentucky coming up fast, Dean says, so how about your birthday? And hopes the number isn't blinking neon behind his eyes. It was years ago, five years since he came out of that pit, but Dean knows the wounds are fresh, still, and pulsating.

Four thousand five hundred years is a pain you can't snuff out.

--

Sam says he can get a cake, if he wants to. Says it real quiet. So Dean doesn't get a cake--drives an hour to find the closest Chick-fil-a, a slice of that lemon meringue pie, sticks a single candle in it. Safe.

So Sam smiles about it when he gets back, the meringue half-melted, the candle bent in half by the plastic lid of the box, open it, Dean says, and Sam does. They light it with Dean's Zippo and Sam blows it out before the wick has a chance to turn black and sits there, his smile unfolding, settling, his breath slowing.

He begins to rub his thumb and index finger together, anxiously.

Four thousand five hundred and thirty-three years.

Don't do the math, Dean says, and it's very quiet, and he puts his hand on Sam's shoulder, squeezes the muscle there a little. Being firm, being strong, being there. Sammy.

--

Near three AM Sam finally touches the pie, and in the half-dark he and Dean pull it apart with plastic forks.

My chest feels tight this time of year, Sam says, half-drunk on the lateness of the hour. It's well May third by now. Every year I think it'll get better and it doesn't.

Just gotta breathe through it.

Sam says, Never thought we'd live to be this old.

Edited 2016-05-03 04:39 (UTC)

So many delicate, hurty details... <3

Oh, this is just gorgeous. Wow.

This packs a punch, and I loved all the hurty details, and how they count the years and do the math. Beautiful!

Happy Birthday, Sammy! - a commentfic meme

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