Happy Birthday, Sammy! - a commentfic meme

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In honor of our dear Sammy’s 33rd birthday, we’re hosting a comment fic and art meme!






BOOST THE SIGNAL

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THE RULES
• Leave a comment here with your prompt. Any Sam-centric prompts are fine, even if it’s not necessarily heavy on the h/c. (Bonus points for birthday-themed!)
• If you have a preference for desired pairings or additional characters, please mention it in your prompt. No real-person prompts, though. Keep it Sam-centric.
• Post as many prompts as you’d like! Please post only one prompt per comment.
• Prompts can be as short or detailed as you’d like. Remember, though – more detail means less wiggle room for the writer, which might lower the chances of someone picking up your prompt.
• If you find a prompt you like, write a fic or make some art! There’s no limit to how many users can reply to a single prompt, or how many prompts someone can fill.
• When replying with a fill, put “filled” in your subject line, and then the title (and part numbers if needed).
• If you’re posting an art fill, please post a thumbnail or link to the art.
• Anon posting is enabled.
• NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES. Please warn for current season.
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• Have fun!






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.

Comments

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

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.

Filled: He's My Witch

[(Anonymous)]

Smoke went up in a column from the hole in the roof.

Dean cursed his fumbling fingers as Sam’s yells grew louder. “C’mon, c’mon,” he muttered, feeling the lock give a little. “Don’t you dare die.”

It finally gave way, letting Dean burst into the room.

Dean had been trained from a young age to focus on the enemy. Ignore the victims, keep his mind on the goal to ensure a successful hunt.

He couldn’t this time.

Sam was tied up to a stake—a friggin’ stake—in the middle of the room. Fire billowed up from the edges, driving in closer to Sam’s body. The backwoods hicks who thought he was some kind of witch or demon were surrounding him, whooping and cheering. One guy was roasting a marshmallow.

Dean . . . Dean roared. He fired a few rounds into the ceiling, prompting screams and scattering of most of the onlookers. A few of the ringleaders turned, snatching up torches and pitchforks, but Dean wasn’t in the mood to play after trying to reason with them for the past two days. He swung his shotgun up; the salt shots sent two of them down, and the rest stood down.

“Sam!”

Dean took a moment and geared himself before running towards the flame. He leaped over it, nearly slamming into Sam.

“Easy bud, gonna cut you down,” he coughed out.

Sam was drenched in sweat, panting. He wasn’t screaming anymore, but his pupils were blown in panic.

Dean couldn’t pay attention to that now. He sawed away at the ropes, wrapping an arm around Sam’s bruised torso—the maniacs had beaten him before tying him up—to keep him from falling forward into the fire that was steadily creeping upward.

“Jumping in three, Sam.”

His brother didn’t respond, but leaned a little into Dean’s grip; he took that as an answer.

They made it beyond the fire, mostly. Dean forced Sam to stop-drop-roll from the flames on his pants and then dragged him out into clean air. There weren’t any sirens, probably because some of the police had been present in the crowd. Dean grimaced.

“Hospital?” he asked.

Sam was shaking, eyes unfocused.

“Burning, always burning,” he muttered.

“Sam, wha—“

He dropped like a stone, and started seizing. Dean sucked in a breath dropping onto his knees.

“No, Sam, Sammy.” He didn’t touch Sam for fear of doing something wrong. Finally Sam stilled. With shaking fingers, Dean reached out, pressing his fingers to his carotid. A steady pulse was reassuring, but only a little. His chest rose and fell.

“Wake up,” Dean said desperately. “C’mon, man, don’t let me down now.”

It took eight minutes for Sam to finally groan, eyes blinking slowly. “D’n?”

“Yeah, kiddo.” Sam was still out of it—Dean bent down, pressing his forehead to his brother’s and breathing. “You’re okay.”

“Mmm. Thirsty.”

“Yeah, c’mon.” Dean pulled Sam in close, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Your toes are a little singed, we gotta patch you up.”

“What happened?”

Dean winced, heaving Sam to his feet. “Don’t think about it, Sammy, the Wall.”

“Don’ like this town,” Sam muttered.

“You and me both.” Dean looked over Sam; covered in soot, bruised, and still there. How many more cracks in the Wall could his brother handle? He swallowed. “You and me both,” he repeated softly.

A/N: This came out shorter than I wanted, but I just had to post it, I mean, you referenced Firefly in your prompt, c'mon.

RE: Filled: He's My Witch

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

Short and sweet though! I love it. And I love that you picked up on Firefly. Its one of my favorite scenes in the series.

RE: Filled: He's My Witch

[(Anonymous)]

I'm a sucker for those sibling relationships, totally one of my favorite scenes too. Glad you liked it! :)

RE: Filled: He's My Witch

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

Oooh, "nice" touch at the end with the seizure, another crack in the Wall...

RE: Filled: He's My Witch

[madame-naan.livejournal.com]

love love LOVE ♥

RE: Filled: He's My Witch

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

I loved this! The horror of the fire, and how you linked in a crack in the wall! I love protective Dean too, and how fierce he was when it came to saving his brother. Wonderful!