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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Jessica Moore is not an idiot.

She's been going on two years with Sam. They live together in a cramped apartment that they are somehow able to afford. Theirs is a relationship of give and take. Certain topics are forbidden--his family, her hellish years in high school--and together, hand in hand, they navigate this relationship carefully. Sam has secrets hidden behind those hazel eyes that she fell in love with. She accepts this and knows that everyone has secrets--Lord knows she does--but the one thing she cannot accept is lying.

She's done the whole song and dance with a lying boyfriend before. It led to her finding her douche of an ex in their bed with some brunette he picked up at a bar across town. That night, as her heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and she learned to give up on notions of true love conquering all, she swore she would never tolerate another lying boy again.

Enter Sam Winchester. Dreamy, tall, shy and just polite. She actually had to go after him since he was much too shy to approach her. Their first date had been when she bought him a frozen yogurt and stolen one of his textbooks and threatened to pour said frozen yogurt on said textbook unless he got out of the library and got some air with her. A little drastic, maybe, but it had worked. Now she and Sam were inseparable. She really thought he was the one if such a concept existed.

Except now he was lying to her. Badly.

She's noticed the odd books that have slowly taken over their apartment. A book about some sort of medieval monster here. Latin texts there. They're for school, he tells her, but she knows his schedule and pre-law has nothing to do with monsters. His laptop now has a password on it, which, is something that he's never had before. I just want to make sure everything stays secure. I'll give you the password soon. He stays up, flipping through pages of these weird, old, faded books and he's still awake when she gets up the next morning. He sleeps on the couch now. I don't want to keep you up, babe.

But the worst part are the phone calls that come in the dead of the night. His ringtone will pierce the silence and wake her. She'll head downstairs to check on Sam, but just when she's about to ask him who is on the phone, he goes outside to take the call. He's never done that before either.

So, Jessica forces herself to take a deep breath and when they are eating breakfast a week after the weird behavior starts, she asks him, "Sam, what's going on?"

He hesitates before taking a bite of his cereal, "Nothing, Jess."

He's lying. She knows it. He's never lied to her before and she'll be damned if she lets this go.

"Sam, you can tell me. I mean, first the books, and then the phone calls and the password on the computer--"

"It doesn't concern you, Jess, okay?" He snaps, voice venomous and she recoils from the force of it.

He's never talked to her that way before.

Immediately, Sam's expression grows sorrowful and he reaches for her, "Jess, I'm sorry, baby, just--"

But Jess has already grabbed her purse and she is gone, gone, gone.

"Well," Lauren, her old roommate, bites her ruby red lip nervously, "It seems obvious, Jess. He's cheating on you." She grips Jess' hand within her own, trying to offer her some support, but Jess doesn't want to hear it. Her heart is slowly, painfully, tearing in half and she knows this time it's it, she's not going to survive this heartbreak.

"I know," Jess whispers and she presses clammy hands against her flushed cheeks and tries to breathe as the room spins around her, "I know, I just can't believe it."

"Sam seemed like such a good guy too." Lauren laments softly. "Look, you want me to talk to him? Or Brady? I'm sure we can get to the bottom of this--"

"No," Jess interrupts softly, resolving to take control of the situation, "No, I'll talk to him."

As Lauren holds open the door for her, her old roommate whispers, "Call if you need me. Be strong."

Jess just forces a tight smile on her lips and she begins to head home.

It's time to end this.

Edited 2016-05-03 19:02 (UTC)

Sam isn't home when she returns. He hasn't called her either.

Jess scoffs, chiding herself for ever believing that this would work out. She'd been a fool to fall for him. She'd been an idiot for trusting him. People only hurt others, she knew that, but allowed herself to hope and now look at her. Her life is once again in shambles and now she has to rebuild it. Maybe she'll get a dog. At least she won't be lonely that way and dogs listen.

A dog wouldn't lie to her.

Her mind made up, she moves towards their closet. Carefully, she starts pulling out her clothes and folding them on the bed. She needs to leave. Lauren will let her stay the night and tomorrow, she'll call her mom and figure out her next move. Maybe she could come home for the week and just get her head on straight. She just needs to get away from here, from Sam, from those hazel eyes that made her feel like she was the only person who mattered in this vast universe.

Her hand hovers over a duffel bag she doesn't recognize. She's never seen it before and it's clear from the dirt caked on it and tears in the fabric that it's seen better days. Still, curiosity gets the better of her and she pulls it out. Maybe this will let her know who the other woman is. Unzipping it, she's prepared to find a bra or a pair of panties.

She finds bloody clothes instead.

"Oh my God." Jess breathes as she jerks back from the bag. A pair of jeans and one of Sam's plaid shirts are absolutely caked in dried blood. More blood than could be explained away by an injury. This amount of the blood meant someone died.

She can't breathe or think. She needs to get out of here.

The door shuts downstairs and a soft voice calls, "Jess?"

She's dating a murderer, a voice screams in her mind and before she can react, Sam is there, seeing her with the clothes and he moving towards her, explaining, "Jess, wait, just let me tell you--"

"We're done!" She screams instead because she thought she could handle his secrets, but she can't. They've been together too long now. She deserves the truth and if he would tell her his traumas, she could tell him hers, but he won't and it's too late anyways.

"Jess!" He reaches for her, but she jerks away. She leaves the clothes behind--Lauren can get them later--and sprints away, leaving everything she thought she knew behind.

It's time to make a new life, one without Sam Winchester.

But inside, her heart just shatters and tears stream down her face.

Jessica Moore is broken.

Two weeks later, she's back after a trip home, her head on straight.

Lauren greets her at baggage claim, though her face is grim.

"What?" Jess questions.

"Has Sam talked to you?" She asks and Jess shakes her head. He left a few voicemails right when she left, but she never called him back.

"Is something wrong?" And against her better judgment, a wave of worry rises up within her.

"He's missing." Lauren mutters. "Jess, he's been missing for the past week."

She goes back to the old apartment because she doesn't know where else to go.

All her anger dissipated the moment Lauren told her the news. Now, all she feels is grief. She wants to see Sam, to confront him, to hug him, to kiss him, to get some answers. She shouldn't have run away that night. She should've stayed to listen to him. Now, Sam might be dead and it's all her--

The door opens Jess' breath catches.

Sam Winchester stumbles in, bruised, bandaged and a bit bloody, but alive.

He blinks at her, like she's the last person he expected to see, "Jess?"

Crying, she hugs him.

Tomorrow, when her emotions are in check, she'll want the truth. She deserves it, after all. If they really are in this for the long haul, there can be no more secrets between them. No more lies. Just hard, painful truths and unconditional support.

"I'm okay," Sam rubs comforting circles on her back, "I'm sorry, Jess, I'm so fucking sorry. I want to tell you everything, it's just hard for me. I've never . . . I've never let anyone in before."

"I haven't either," She confesses softly. "Tomorrow, let's talk."

"Yeah."

And holding each other, Jessica Moore believes that maybe, just maybe, she can get her happy ending after all.

I love this! You captured all Jess's emotions perfectly, and that last is just so bittersweet, especially when we know what lies ahead.

Thank you so much for filling the prompt! :)

Ah, I'm so glad you liked it! Your prompt was too awesome to pass up. Thanks!

Happy Birthday, Sammy! - a commentfic meme

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