ohsam | November 2017 Comment Meme time!

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November 2017 Comment Meme time!

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Welcome back to another November, and our annual November 2nd meme!

This time around, we're going to do a good old-fashioned comment meme. Starting right now (no, really, right now) post any prompt in the comments of this post, as long as it is h/c-related and Sam-centric.

As soon as you see a prompt you like, fill it! Write a fic, make some art, use your imagination. Post a reply to the original prompt comment with your work or, if it's a lengthy fic or art, a link to the work in your journal or elsewhere.

The rules:
-Post one prompt per comment, please. This makes it easier to track, and easier to tell which fills go with which prompts.

-Post as many prompts as you'd like! The more, the merrier.

-Same goes for fills. You're welcome to fill as many prompts as you want to, and multiple people can absolutely fill the same prompt. We love to see different takes on the same concept.

-Like we said, h/c and Sam-centric.

-Feedback is love. If you liked it, leave a comment!

-Use the code below if your fic/art contains potential triggers (non/dub-con, abuse, self-harm, etc.):

-NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES. Please be courteous and post spoiler warnings for recently aired episodes. Use the following code for spoilers:

-No spamming.

-Play nice and have fun!

The mods will update the post with a masterlist of prompts/fills periodically throughout the meme. If you notice a prompt or a fill missing from the masterlist, please poke

quickreaver or

cowboyguy and we'll get that updated as soon as we can.

So get ready, unleash ~~your inner demons~~ your creativity, and start prompting!

Masterlist of Fills

Were It Not That I Have Bad Dreams by intrepidsilt
Also on AO3
Prompt: Cage nightmares, a little bit of h/c from Dean when Sam has nightmares about the Cage. Whatever form that takes, I'm easy!

And The House Burned by

foodthatsblue
Prompt: Based on a quote from Bobby in 5x21

“Back at Niveus? I watched that kid pull one civilian out after another. Must have saved 10 people. Never stopped. Never slowed down. We’re hard on him Dean. Always have been. But in the meantime... he’s been running into burning buildings since he was, what... 12?”

I wanna see Sam, 12, running into a burning building to save people. Why not add in some protective Dean and John freaking out that his youngest has run straight into a burning building?

Untitled by

caranfindel
Prompt: Dean finds and follows a blood trail left in the snow/sand/forest, and finds a pale and bleeding-out Sam at the end of it.

Tree Hugger by

mentholpixie
Prompt: Sam developed psychic abilities at a younger age. Telekinesis, visions, seeing the dead, whatever you choose, whatever age. But how does the Winchester family deal with it? Is the hunting community aware? And what sort of toll do these abilities take on a young Sam?

Find No Scar by

hollyhobbit44
Prompt: Sam actually kills himself to keep from being Lucifer's vessel. And Lucifer keeps him promise to just bring him back.

Untitled by

toratio
Prompt: Sam knows that Jack is a precious cinnamon roll, but sometimes, Jack just makes a certain expression, or the light catches his eyes just right, or something, and Sam can't help but see Lucifer.

The Case of the Disappearing Nephilim by

mollrach13
Prompt: Sam gets hurt protecting Jack from some hunters.

Timberland by

crowroad3
Prompt: Wounded Sam being tracked through a forest by Demon Dean.

Riptide by

lennelle
Prompt: Instead of Mary, Sam is dragged through the rift with Lucifer at the end of s12.

The Space Between by

clown_or_midget
Prompt: Sam and Dean are fighting again about Jack. Dean says some hurtful words to Sam. Jack is watching all this and becomes stressed. His stress opens the door to the alternate world. But not only that, it also opens the door to the cage. Sam and Jack get sucked into the cage while Mary comes back. After some time, Jack was finally able to get them back to the bunker. Cue guilty Dean taking care of Sam, with Mary and Jack helping.

The Hearts of the Fathers by keepcalmsmile
Prompt: Reverse Mystery Spot situation: Dean is the one who has to watch Sam die repeatedly, for whatever reason. Season, cause, etc., all up to author!

Untitled by

threadofgrace42
Prompt: In the cage, Lucifer offered Sam and Adam the same deal Alistair offered Dean: he'll stop torturing them if they torture each other. Sam doesn't take it. Adam does.
Bonus points if you include Sam dealing with his feelings about Adam once he got out: anger, fear, forgiveness, regret, compassion etc

A Soul for a Soul by

hollyhobbit42
Prompt: In the cage, Lucifer offered Sam and Adam the same deal Alistair offered Dean: he'll stop torturing them if they torture each other. Sam doesn't take it. Adam does.
Bonus points if you include Sam dealing with his feelings about Adam once he got out: anger, fear, forgiveness, regret, compassion etc

Untitled by

dragonflybeach
Prompt: Someone else requested Sam losing a leg -- I'd like to see him lose an arm, and see him getting used to trying to do things one-handed. Ending up in tears because he can't figure out how to put his watch on his remaining wrist. Forgetting he's only got one arm and trying to carry a lot of stuff and then realizing he's got no way to open a door. Just all of the frustration that comes with having to re-learn how to do a lot of things, and Dean helping him through it.

Tell Me You Understand by

broken_cinders
Prompt: Sam's a teenager, so Dean and John expect that he's going to go through one of those moody phases where he hates talking to his family, but this is just getting ridiculous. Half the time Sam doesn't even answer them, and both of them are getting frustrated with Sam's attitude. They don't realize, though, that Sam is slowly starting to lose his hearing -- he's not ignoring them, he's just not hearing them.

After Hours by

lennelle
Prompt: Post episode 7.17, The Born Again Identity, Sam withdraws from all the crap he was given at the hospital.

Fine by face70
Prompt: Anything with Sam freaking out about Lucifer being in the bunker in S11 (either just because of cage memories, or because Lucifer actually does something). Sam&Dean gen.

It Had to Be You by face70
Prompt: Tim and Reggie (from 5x03) are still alive. Sam runs into them on a hunt. They’re not happy about their last encounter.

Anywhere But Here by

lennelle
Prompt: Sam has a kind of supernatural synesthesia. Which might be great when he's hunting, because he can recognize monsters by the color or sound or whatever that they give off. It's less good when he's faced with beings like Lucifer and other big bads, whose power creates an overwhelming sensory experience.

It Had to Be You by face70
Prompt: Sam contracts mono early at Stanford and essentially loses the semester, and then his scholarship. With nowhere to go and no way to pay, he attempts suicide. The school contacts Bobby, who tracks down John and Dean. Dean arrives in California to save the day. Gen please. :)

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Not sure if there's a format for this, but...

Cage nightmares, a little bit of h/c from Dean when Sam has nightmares about the Cage. Whatever form that takes, I'm easy!

Ooooh, I could totally do this.

Oh hell yes! (do you know how much I adore your frayed verse? Sooooo much).

Okay, I got some inspiration out of the blue! I really hope other people fill this too. Warnings for references to torture/self injury.

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He’s cold. He’s on his back. He hurts, all over. His face is somehow both numb and in horrific pain, all at once. He’s too stiff and weak to move, and every gasping breath he takes sets off a flare of lancing agony that arcs up through his chest, making his eyes sting and more tears leak out. There is a hand carding through his hair. It’s gentle. He doesn’t have the energy to flinch away.

“What will it be, Sam? Your ball game today, or not?”

His stomach drops, and he tries to turn his head away despite himself. The hand in his hair tightens, just a little bit, not to hurt, just to keep his face upturned.

“C’mon, roomie, you know the rules. Pick your poison.”

“P-please.” His voice cracks.

“It’s your choice, Sam. I know that’s important to you. Yes or no?"

He feels his face twist, involuntary, a shudder. “I-I don’t know. Please.”

“Not even gonna give it the old college try?”

He forces open his mouth, but can’t summon words.

“Hm. Perfectly understandable. In that case, I’m happy to think up something new.”

His stomach curdles, he fumbles to lift beseeching arms, he chokes on the pain, rasps, “Wait. Wait.”

A heavy pause. “What’s the magic word?”

The satisfaction in the question makes him sick, makes his broken feet curl inward.

“Yes,” he croaks.

“Up and at ‘em, then, tiger."

He forces himself to his knees, weathers the pain, lets it crest and plateau. Crawls forward on fragmented shins. He doesn’t need to look up to know where he’s going He stops in the center of the Cage.

He lifts his head, blinks to clear tears and blood from his vision, and accepts the proffered knife with a shuddering hand.

“Your old record is around 9 hours, 21 minutes. I think you can make ten this time.”

He positions the blade. Takes a shaky breath in. Holds. Lets it out on a short sob, as he draws the knife down his abdomen, slowly, in a wavering vertical slice. Ten hours to go.

Sam wakes up curled into himself, his fists clutched to his stomach and his face wet (tears, not blood). The bedsheets are tangled around his legs (not like chains). He’s gasping and sobbing like it just happened, like Lucifer's hands are still on him, like it wasn’t just another fucked-up dream in a long line of fucked-up dreams (not dreams, memories).

It takes long, shuddering minutes before he gets the energy to force himself to uncurl and stand. He scrubs his hands roughly over his face and glances at the clock. 4:13 am— that’s late enough to conceivably be up, early enough Dean will still be asleep. He moves on shaking legs through the bunker (where Lucifer walked, not so long ago) to the kitchen, focusing on his bare feet against the concrete floor and breathing deep to keep from crying again.

Sound and motion and light. He freezes in the doorway to the kitchen.

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Dean’s given up on sleep for the night. Mom’s gone, Lucifer's in the wind, the British are a bunch of poncy assholes, and altogether he just can’t bring himself to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling anymore tonight. This morning. Whatever.

He's rummaging through the coffee cabinet when he hears a scuffing noise. He jerks around, reflex, but it’s just Sam. Sam who’s standing pale and frozen, lingering half in the dimness of the hallway, staring into the brightness of the kitchen like it’s going to bite him.

Dean's surprise gives way to alarm. “Sam. Hey, whoa—hey. You, ah. You okay?"

Sam jerks and clears his throat, wide eyes focusing on Dean, which Dean is willing to count as a win. “Yeah. Yeah, no, just—just wanted something to drink,” he says. His voice is hoarse and wrecked.

Dean moves to him, makes to take his arm without thinking. Sam flinches away from his touch like it's fire. He closes his eyes and pulls away, half-collapsing into the wall, breaths jagged, raising his arms weakly in something like surrender. Something cold and sick twists in Dean’s gut. “Sam. It’s just me."

A few long, long moments pass, but he doesn’t try to touch Sam again. Finally, with visible effort, Sam opens his eyes and says, “Dean. Sorry. I’m fine." He forces a twisted little half-smile that Dean’s sure is meant to be reassuring, but has exactly the opposite effect.

Dean backs a little further back before offering his hand again. “Fine. Yeah, try that line when you weren’t just hugging the kitchen wall. Sit down, okay?”

This time, Sam takes the help, and Dean levers him upright. This close, Dean can feel him trembling. Together, they make it to the kitchen table and Sam shakily lowers himself into a chair. He’s staring at the table like he can’t meet Dean’s eyes.

Dean clears his throat. "You sound like you just gargled marbles. I’ll grab you some water.”

Sam jolts a little, but when he looks up he’s more present. “Um, yeah. Thanks.”

Dean grabs the glass, fills it, keeps up a running monologue. “Honestly, best thing about this place is the water. None of that nasty, tepid shit from motel faucets. Like rinsing your mouth out with lukewarm armpits."

He turns. Sam’s back to looking at the table like it personally wronged him. “Your water. Unless you wanted it in, like, a crystal glass or whatever."

“Actually, it’d be great if you added some cucumber slices.” Sam’s still not looking up, but he’s with it enough to bitch. There, basic cognitive function verified.

“Yeah, you wish, princess.” Dean sits across from him. Sam wraps a big hand around the glass, but he doesn’t move to drink.

"So. Nightmare, or something else?”

“Just a nightmare.” Sam finally takes a sip of water.

“They’re getting worse, lately.” It’s not a question. Ever since Lucifer invaded the bunker, filling the warded hallways with his cruel petulance and bad music, Dean’s imagined a change to the atmosphere. A chill aftertaste of power in the air, a fetid prickle of unease that lingered long after the asshole was gone. And if he’s feeling it, he can’t conceive what Sam’s feeling. Whenever he wonders, he's been picturing Alastair sitting in the map room and quickly deciding he really doesn’t want to conceive it.

Sam just shrugs, though.

“You wanna. You know. If you want to talk about it.” Please don’t tell me, he thinks, I don’t want to know.

Sam finally looks up at him, his forehead creased in a half-frown. “You don’t want to talk about it.”

Dean manages a little laugh. It’s not funny. “Yeah, but maybe it’d be, y’know, good for you. What with him being out and about, and everything.”

Sam looks back down, and Dean figures that’s the end of the after school special. But then Sam speaks. "He liked to give me choices, sometimes.”

Dean's spine prickles. “Yeah?” he hears himself say.

Sam’s voice is too soft and even, too conversational. But his eyes are glassy and far away, and the look on his face makes Dean go cold. “I mean. They weren’t choices. Not really. But then, then he could say. Would say that I chose it, what he did. Because I said yes."

Dean’s throat closes. He doesn’t trust himself to move without screaming, or maybe sobbing.

Sam takes another drink of water, and bends his head back down. Like he’s fucking embarrassed that he’s messed up about this shit. “Anyway, I—I think it’s just worse right now because—well, like you said. And there’s Mom and the British to worry about too. But I’m okay, really--"

Dean finds his voice. “You didn’t.”

Sam stops his ramble. “Didn’t what?” he says uncertainly.

“You didn’t choose it, okay. Whatever he said,” Dean says. “Just. He’s a lying asshole, that’s all."

Sam opens his mouth, and closes it again. His mouth twists at the corner.

Dean’s on a roll, now, because he needs to wipe that sick, wounded look off Sam’s face. “And we are gonna kick his ass back to the Cage. For good this time. Or who knows, maybe the stick up the Brits' asses is gonna turn out to be an archangel blade, and you can stab him right in the smarmy face.”

Sam’s got a weird, pinched expression, and for a second Dean isn’t sure if he’s going to laugh or cry. Then, his mouth curves up in a smile, a real one this time. “Sounds good to me, Dean."

This is wonderful. Sam's angst, the nightmare, Dean's own inner demons and wanting to help his brother, but not wanting to know at the same time. Love it. Thank you! <3

I loved this moment shared between the brother's, and Dean showing his support ! Thank you.

Oh!!! This is marvelous. Especially Dean imagining Alastair in the bunker. That's just perfect.

Those boys - both of them haunted by the worst of torments...Nicely filled, dear Anon!

The way Dean asks, but really doesn't wanna know ... PERFECT.

Anon author here, hey would you look at that I remembered my lj username!

I've cleaned and posted this fill at AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12841185

Sorry I'm replying so late, but I really appreciate all your lovely comments!!

Oh, man, that was awesome. I love the quietness of this, of just the two of them, awake way too early in the morning, and the current of tension and pain that's running underneath it all. Sam's nightmares are heartbreaking, and I love Dean's way of dealing with it, still talking to his brother and helping him even though he's not sure quite what to say or whether he really wants to know more.

Job well done! (And sorry for the ridiculously late comment.)

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