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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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From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

The man in the rumpled trench coat regards you with a curious tilt of his head. His chestnut hair is messy, like he hasn't combed it in days, and his tie is wrinkled. The man seems a bit perplexed by everything in this mysterious motel room (much like you--Sam, your name is Sam--was just a few days earlier) and picks up the tattered phone book in the drawer before tossing it aside.

"Sam?"

A tap on your shoulder jolts you back to this reality that still makes no sense. You woke up yesterday remembering nothing but the fact that you had fallen off a cliff and that your head ached with pain, perhaps from the loss of your memories.

"Sam, this is Cas." The older man--Dean, you remind yourself, your older brother. So he says. You haven't been able to see one piece of legitimate I.D. to prove his story, though you did find a box of fake I.D.s in the glove compartment of that death trap he calls "our car".

Can waves awkwardly.

"He's going to stay with you while I . . ." Dean bites his lower lip as he struggles for words. He's been doing that a lot since you woke up. Any question you asked was met with silence, followed by a hasty reply and then a don't worry about it, Sam which effectively ended all conversation.

"While Dean attends to business." Cas completes, seemingly proud of himself for his vague reply.

You just nod. Honestly, it doesn't matter to you whether Dean stays or goes. It's probably best he leaves. You need to get yourself to a police station. Someone is sure to have filed a missing persons report on you by now. Or at the very least, you could confirm your identity.

"Right." Dean glances at you and it's times like these, when his gaze pierces yours, that you feel something stir within you. Some sort of memory, buried deep, trying to resurface. You know him somehow, deep down, a part of you does and it's crying out, begging your mind to put the pieces together.

But then he looks away and it's gone.

And you feel nothing once more.

Dean grabs a duffel from the bed and leans towards Cas, whispering something. Cas nods his head and then, without so much as a goodbye, Dean is gone and you're left with another stranger that you can't recall.

"Sam."

It takes three tries of saying your name before you finally look away from the TV and regard Cas. Three times is a record for you. Perhaps you are improving.

"Yeah?" Your voice is hoarse to your ears. You can't recognize it and it's almost like a monster is within you and your body wants to reject it, but it can't. You wish you could remember, but whenever you reach for the memories, your head pounds and you have to stop.

"Are you hungry?" He holds up a piece of bread with peanut butter on it. The peanut butter is spread haphazardly though and it make you want to chuckle. This man--Cas--he doesn't know how to make a PB&J? You get up from the bed and move towards the table. Peanut butter and jelly are everywhere and you reach for a paper towel to start cleaning it up.

"Sam. I'm supposed to take care of you." Those cerulean eyes lock onto yours and it stirs something within you. You know those eyes. They've haunted your dreams and saved you from nightmares. Those eyes have saved you from horrors you can't recall. You want to ask him how you know him, but you're afraid of another lie.

"Cas . . ." No, there's more to his name. Dean calls him Cas, but you call him . . . you've prayed to him, sought his help when you were lost and you called out for him--

Your brain burns and you gasp as the wave of pain courses through you. Cas grips you and leads you to the bed.

"Breathe, Sam." His steady voice coaches you, while he places two fingers to your forehead. It must be a trick of the light for you swear they glow, but it's over in the briefest of seconds and then the pain is blissfully gone. The man in the trench coat grins at you and all feels right in the world.

But you still don't remember him.

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

"How do I know you?" You finally blurt out the next morning, after you managed to prevent Cas from burning down the room after he attempted to make scrambled eggs on a hot plate.

Cas looks away and he's lying when he says, "We work together."

"It's more than that," You protest sharply, "You've . . . you've saved me." An eyebrow goes up on his face and you continue, "I was . . ." The fuzzy memory is there, just within reach and you just need to grab it! "I was hurt and you came and healed me."

It sounds crazy, you realize, after you say it, but a soft smile graces Cas' lips and you know that you're right.

"Your memories will return." Cas informs you softly. His phone rings and he reaches for it, moving to step outside to answer it. The door thuds behind him and you fall onto the bed, trying to piece together your shattered memories. You resolve not to give up, to push through the pain and keep trying until you've remembered.

"Castiel." You say a few hours later, after it just pops into your brain. "Your name is Castiel."

"It is." He replies. "Do you remember anything else?"

You're on the verge of remembering, you can feel it. But, for some reason, there's an invisible wall keeping you from your memories and no matter what you do to try and break it, you're stuck.

"No."

For the briefest of seconds, grief flashes in those cerulean eyes before being schooled away, replaced by fake indifference, "You will."

You're missing something here. But what?

You're burning.

"It's okay, Sam," Castiel soothes, placing an ice pack on your forehead. Your skin is darker than a sunburn and your heart is pounding a mile a minute. Your lungs are barely expanding enough to take in the oxygen you so desperately need, and it occurs to you that you are dying.

Are you dying?

"You will not die," Castiel whispers harshly, sharply, as he takes more ice packs and tries to arrange them so to cool the fever. "I won't allow it."

But you're on fire, can't he see that? You can't remember anything and you will die without knowing anything. Your heart skips a beat and you cough, your vision blurs and this is the end, you're sure it is.

"Father, please," Castiel's voice is a whisper, a soft breeze on a spring day, "He's my friend. He's the one who would not turn his back on me. Please Father, save him."

He's praying, you dimly realizing. Praying like you would . . .

And all the memories come thundering back. You and Dean on the hood of the Impala. Castiel rebelling from Heaven. The fear you felt when he went missing. The pain you felt when you thought he died. The relief when both he and Dean came back from Purgatory. Castiel was your friend, one of your few friends, one who saw you for what you were, one who understand the choices you made, sometimes before Dean even did.

You reach for Castiel's hand and grip it within your own, trying to convey everything in just a short moment.

"I remember." You gasp.

And then you black out.

When you wake up, Dean is asleep in a chair by your hospital bed. You smile as your brother snores. You remember what happened, how the witch had stolen your memories during a hunt and then pushed you off the cliff. Dean must've hunted her down and broke the spell.

"How are you feeling?" Castiel asks you quietly and you muster a smile.

"Better. My head still aches, but at least I remember."

"I was worried." Castiel confesses quietly. "Dean was as well."

"Sorry, Cas."

The angel says nothing, but takes your hand within his.

"I thought you had died. That I had failed to save you. Sam, I . . ." His voice breaks and you squeeze his hand, trying to reassure him.

"I'm okay, Cas."

You're back and with the people who care for you. You are with your family. You have survived this and you will survive much more and it's thanks to them.

"Welcome back, Sam." Cas finally says and you just laugh.

It's good to be back.

Edited Date: 2016-05-02 05:41 pm (UTC)

From:

familybizness.livejournal.com

<3 <3 thank you I love this!

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

Yay! I'm glad!

From:

quickreaver.livejournal.com

Aw, sweet! Well done!

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

Thank you!

From:

shangrilada.livejournal.com

ohhhh that was lovely.

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

I'm glad you liked it. Thanks!

From:

tarotgal

This is beautiful. I'm not even religious, but the idea of Castiel praying so hard for Sam's sake is overwhelmingly moving.

Love how patient Cas is with him, trying to help but giving him time and space and sort of just having faith that it will come back to him.

Beautiful. So beautiful. Have I mentioned beautiful? Because this is beautiful.

Love it in second person, too. That worked so well, considering his mental state.

BEAUTIFUL!