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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In the end, it wasn't Heaven or Hell or the war between the two that killed the Winchesters. It wasn't one final fight for the greater good, going down swinging for the sake of humanity. In the end, it was bloody and slow, it hurt. In the end, one couldn't live without the other.

Bobby builds one pyre. He's not young any more, hasn't been for a long time, and his joints creak and his bones ache, but he builds and builds. There's no one to help because there's no one left. Rufus was gone before the Leviathans even busted out of purgatory, Jo and Ellen bit it sooner than that, Jody Mills hasn't been seen for five months, not since Sioux Falls went up in flames. And Cas... well, Cas destroyed himself as he destroyed the world.

Bobby sets the last piece of wood firmly in place and stands back. The pyre is big enough to hold two. He glances over to his truck where his boys are waiting, wrapped up in dusty white sheets. He moves Dean first, it's easier, there's less blood, he can pretend both of them are still in one piece. Dean still looks like Dean, if you ignore the hole in his head. One couldn't live without the other.

He spends a little time adjusting the sheets around Dean, making sure he's lying straight, it's all redundant, they'll be up in flames soon, but he's prolonging having to go back to Sam. He does, he forces himself, he can't leave him in the truck bed, apart from his brother.

It's soaked red where the sheet covers Sam's face, or what's left of it. He wonders if Sam might have lived if the Devil hadn't been in his head, maybe he got distracted, maybe that's what made him half a beat too slow.

Bobby had been there when it happened, he'd seen where the rogue Hell Hound lunged at Sam and ripped at him, tearing his left eye out of its socket, clawing away his cheek. Once he'd killed the beast, carved it open with Ruby's knife, Bobby had been there for all of the seven minutes it took for Sam to die, choking on his own blood and clinging onto Bobby's hand. The worst part had been when Dean had shown up.

The thing was, Heaven and Hell had locked themselves up, even they didn't want to deal with the Leviathans, and that meant there were no deals to be made, no miracles to be done, no lives to be given back. Bobby should have kept a closer eye on Dean, but he'd been grieving too, he'd been lost too. He'd slugged down some whiskey and watched as Dean tried to clean Sam up. Half of Sam's face was nothing but bone, teeth, dried blood and pulled meat, there wasn't anything that was going to clean that up. Nothing short of a miracle that didn't exist any longer.

Dean had said he needed a minute alone, then he had left the room and never come back, and Bobby had found him out back with a bullet through the roof of his mouth. He should have kept a closer eye on him. One couldn't live without the other.

He lines them up on the pyre, side by side, and feels in his pocket where the amulet lies. He'd found it in Sam's bag, right after Dean had left the room, he was on his way to tell him when he heard the gunshot. He keeps it for himself, and maybe it's not his to keep but he needs something to hold onto.

Bobby lights the match and tosses it onto the pyre, he watches his boys go up in flames.

Oh man, this is some hurty goodness. Thank you!

Oh, man. Oh, Sam.

As always, your writing is wonderful. Just the right amount of gore combined with just the right amount of angst. Grieving Dean and Bobby were written especially well, I think. Thanks for writing!

I swear...I SWEAR...this one right here KILLED me.

Right it the feels!!! I loved the whole tragic tale; of seeing Bobby had to witness the loss of this family, of Dean not being able to live with Sam. Beautiful and heart breaking.

Thank you for sharing :)

That's okay. I didn't need my heart anyway. Loved this!

I hardly comment anymore, but this one. This one here pulled at my strings.
Good job.

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