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Happy Birthday, Sammy! - a commentfic meme
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Fills:
Somewhere Older Than I Was by
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crowroad3Sam 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
familybiznessJessica/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
shangriladaSucks 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_galaxySam'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
lennelleAU, 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
lennelleSam 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_galaxyJohn 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
lennelleSam. Pneumonia. Camp Chitaqua.
Aftermath by
shangriladaSam. Pneumonia. Camp Chitaqua.
Messy as a Secret Shared by
dreamlittleyoIt'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
mentholpixieSam 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_galaxyDean 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
lennelleIt'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
lennelleSam can't get warm
Bad Creek Fairytale by
crowroad3On 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
steeplechasersSam 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_galaxyJess 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
holyhellyGen. 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
familybiznessSam 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
crowroad3Sam 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
lennelleBlood 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_galaxySometimes, Sam needs to take a quiet moment to look through his memory box.
Heal by
foolscapperSam develops selective mutism, and will only talk to Dean.
(And sometimes, he won't even do that.)
In Memoriam by
backroadsspiritSometimes, Sam needs to take a quiet moment to look through his memory box.
Old Soul, New Body by
broken_cindersWhat if your body and your soul don't have the same birthday, Sam?
Thirteen Ghosts by
broken_cindersSometimes, Sam needs to take a quiet moment to look through his memory box.
FILLED: Santa Lucias 1/2
Warning: implied suicide
The break still hurts, the way an old greenstick hurts, the way a hunt hurts, and aches in certain weathers, or aches all the time.
The surf hurts, salt on the five-o-clock, a certain scent that's far from home, from any home at all.
*
Here: Big Sur, salt, no-chain hotel, redwood and summer fog.
A grave that might have read:
~Sam Winchester
Beloved Husband~
but doesn't.
The old obit, which reads, patchwork--
Jessica (Moore) Winchester
auto accident, 1, semi--
D. Winchester, 7.
--instantly.
Dean blinks bits, words of it, out, stops reading.
Covers his eyes up.
*
Sam was driving, Santa Lucias rising from the coast. Bohemians, cults, poets, fauna and old trees. Driving,well-heeled, down from the Bay--
Crashed, burned.
Lived.
Afterwards, couldn't.
Not so different, little brother, the lives we got, is what Dean thinks--
all that aftermath: too much.
*
Sam,18, left home in a fire, of drink on Dad's tongue, and his own bones, alight with himself, with some vain hope; westward.
Dean couldn't hold him, tried, pressed for a second-hand his brother's heart; felt the wildness. Forest-fire, torching and crowning, ignition that was Sam.
Everything they might have brought down.
The very last time, their two breaths.
*
He's been angry, drinking.
The ghost on this highway is more than a story.
Is his story, which is not one he meant to find.
Like John, on his pyre, year ago now, and the way Dean smelled cedar and thought--
wish you were here, Sammy, westward into the void.
(And Dad: your brother, wherever he is, with that blood of his, you might find him still, Dean, might still have to...)
His last girlfriend, of the plaits, the good hands; the little house where he never lives; and always, the road.
Memories of the brother who--
Who still is.
*
Woman in white:
not a woman.
Just a road, haunted.
He keens round a curve, coast to the left, Baby coasting to--
to his brother's shine. If that's a face.
RE: FILLED: Santa Lucias 2/2
When you're this rough-cut no road-fever, no haunt, can break you, but this.
Just talk to me, Sammy. Just--
Sam comes through the car like sodiumlight; Sam sits in shotgun like old times that never were; Sam inclines in light towards his brother. The car smells of graveyard and childhood and California: this.
Oh, Sam. If a ghost could --
the sight of him, all these years gone. All light and psi, weather, but still, something unsinkable: Sam.
Dean.
What do you wanna do, little brother. I--
Dean.
His name, veil-filtered, first sound, maybe, in a long time, that's come out of Sam's ghost, and here's the road, and here they are.
What do you want to do.
Sam's ether is still Sam, isn't 'venged out in the greenness of an eye. Sam-hands rest on his on the wheel while the road goes still beneath. (Dean hears music, indie-douchey-unknown, then his old familiars, then some other soundtrack, to a life: a child, lop-haired, wailing, a voice rough from sleep, Jess-ica, some orange-blossom-scent but mostly, mostly brother and brother he never knew; Sammy and a book, Sammy and a child; Sammy painting a fence, poking in a fridge, suburban; salad with nasturtiums, 3 am, Sam again younger, bloodier, lop-haired, a child again himself.)
Dean hits the brakes, smells coast, watches Sam pop to nothing, fill out again.
Dean.
What do you want to do, Sammy.
(Go home, you could say, I never got to come home. All those hunts ago, all we could have, all those; I never got that. Take me home.)
But the Sam whose form this is, who is the road now, who is part, genius, of this coastway, sad-smiles with his whole --
can say rest, and--
Dean.
and nothing else.
There are no bones to burn.
But you can't be happy Sammy, here on the stretch where they died, in the fifty-mile between motels, gas station at the end of the world, Ragged Point on the map, the air full of Pacific and tire-sounds and memory, which is all you are.
*
Sam blinks in and out. There've been accidents here. Deaths.
Sam blinks and Dean hears home.
Sam at thirty: blank
Sam at twenty: blank.
Sam,18: a fire.
Sam, thirteen, oh, the best Sam, the one with the lithium-reds all shining on his face.
*
Thing is Dean doesn't know where home is, and Sam, ghostly, won't tell, can't say, Jess and the boy an elsewhere-not-found.
They died. And others. And were left behind.
Sam.
Why didn't you come home.
Sammy why didn't you haunt me.
(Answer: you did.)
Why didn't you ever come home.
Sam says his name, angry-ghost tender, a thing.
Dean reaches under, hooks the flask, takes a drink, takes another.
Dean drives them off the road, inland-safe, sleeps in the car, ghost curled to his chest.
and in the morning,
with sunup over the Pacific
and leaf of blue oak shining
watches his ghost asleep, gold summer fog meant to burn off.
Turns east for Kansas, ghost in the engine; feels, all the way, the hum of the salt-resistant, the ocean slicking back like hair, the Sam he remembers, and heartland calling; the mingling of their breath.
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