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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This is quick and dirty and I hope someone else does it better. I combined this prompt with the car crash prompt below.

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The first thing Dean thinks when he wakes up is fuck, it's cold. The second thing is everything hurts. And then it hits him, the memory of the truck slamming into this piece of shit car he stole, the stomach-churning feeling of spinning helpless and uncontrolled over the icy road and tipping over into the ditch, and then (and he'll never forgive himself for taking so long to get to that point) he thinks Sam.

"Sam?" His voice is small, and weak, and that's probably why Sam isn't answering. He probably can't hear him. Maybe he's not even in the car - maybe he got himself out and walked back up to the road for help. Maybe he's on the phone right now. That would be the best case scenario, right? And maybe, just this once, Dean's gonna get the best case scenario.

All he has to do is turn his head. It's slow, cause it fucking hurts, but finally he does it and oh, God, he's not getting the best case scenario.

Sam is crumpled against the shattered side window, eyes closed, blood dripping from wounds on his head and neck and arm and leg, so much blood, trickling from his slightly open mouth, from his ear, fuck, so much blood and he's not moving and it turns out adrenaline is an awesome pain reliever because suddenly Dean's in motion, halfway over the center console, grabbing for Sam's wrist, his blood-streaked throat, pushing his matted hair back, shaking his shoulder, shouting (not crying, not crying) "Sam? Sammy? Sam!"

Sam hisses in pain (and dear God, it's the sweetest sound Dean's ever heard) and opens one eye, the one that's not caked shut with blood. "Jesus," he moans. "Dean? You okay?"

"I'm great," Dean says, which is a lie, because now that he's coming down off that adrenaline rush, he can tell something is off. "Think my leg might be busted. But other than that, I'm awesome."

Sam turns toward him, and now that he's not leaning against the door, Dean can see ragged metal shards of the doorframe. The broken edge of the glove compartment door, hanging open, hard and sharp. The jagged broken (bloody, Christ) edge of a tree limb jutting into the car through the broken rear window - another foot and it would have impaled him instead of just lacerating and no, no, gotta shut that down, can't think about that. Bottom line is, no wonder Sam's sliced all to hell.

Luckily, Dean's phone is still in his pocket, apparently undamaged. And that's where his luck runs out, because he has no service. Of course. He waves the useless phone at Sam. "Looks like we're on our own."

Sam sighs. "Okay. Okay." Except nothing is okay.

Dean can't stand, but everything from the knees up is okay, so he gets on his knees (it hurts like hell but he's a man, he can take it) and paws in the back seat until he finds his duffel. He pulls out a t-shirt and tries to wipe some of the gore off Sam's face. Not that it's gonna help but Jesus, he just can't. He can't look at it.

Sam hisses again and weakly bats his hand away. "I'm fine."

"You're bleeding everywhere."

"I'm fine. We're gonna need that for warmth, not to clean me up." Sam shifts again, groaning. "You think you can reach a jacket?"

He's right, it's freaking cold. Dean goes back and digs around with the one arm that can reach into the back seat. His fingers brush against something that feels like a jacket, but he can't pull it free. "Think it's stuck on that fucking tree," he mutters. Back to the duffel, where he finds a flannel shirt. He hands it to Sam, who shakes his head.

"No, man, for you."

"C'mon, dude. You're the one by the broken windows. I'm fine."

"I'm going to be walking. That will keep me warm."

"Walking? Hell no." Sam's not walking anywhere. Sam's a bloody mess. "You need to sit right here and wait for the cavalry to show up."

"Can't." Sam's moving slowly, obviously in pain, teeth clenched, beads of sweat on his (bloody) forehead, but he's moving. Making sure his phone is in his pocket. "We're in a tiny white car at the bottom of a snowy hill. No one's going to find us. Not until after we freeze to death. Don't worry, I'm not going far. Just up to the road, so I can get a landmark and a phone signal."

"Jesus, Sam. Don't do this. You're too messed up. Maybe the guy in the truck called for help."

Sam takes a deep and pushes against his door. Somehow, against all odds, it opens. "I'm not counting on maybe," he says. "I'm not gonna let you freeze to death because some idiot might have done the right thing." Slowly he pivots, sliding his legs outside the car (and there's even more blood on the back of his head, matted into his hair and soaking into the back of his hoodie and it's not right, it can't be right), and finally, with a pained groan, standing. "See?" he says. "I got it."

But as Sam pulls himself upright, Dean notices all the blood pooled in his seat and there's too much, it can't be right, it can't, and then, in slow motion, Sam's eyes roll back in his head and he collapses into the snow.

Fuck. Fuck. Dean throws his door open and tries to leap out of the car, but when he puts his weight on his left leg, suddenly the world goes white.

When he wakes up again, his door is closed, the flannel shirt is tucked neatly around him, and Sam is gone.

Dean opens the car again, gently, and slides out. He manages to do it without putting weight on his broken left leg but Jesus, it still hurts. He pulls himself almost upright, then keeps a hand on the broken little car, using it as a crutch as he makes his way around to the other side. Sam's not there, of course. Just bloodstained snow, and a trail of blood and shuffling footprints leading up the hill to the road. And a broken branch that seems like the right height and thickness for a crutch. Okay then. Dean knows a lucky break when he gets one.

Ha. Lucky.

Sam's trail is easy to follow. Dean is an expert tracker, but anyone could follow these footprints up the hill, the drips of blood alongside them, the distance between them getting shorter and shorter. The places where he fell to his knees, leaving larger bloodstains. The spot where he clearly gave up on walking and started crawling up on his hands and knees. The even larger bloodstains where he stopped for a longer time, probably to rest. And because Dean's such a damn good tracker, he recognizes the spot where Sam laid his forehead in the snow, on his hands and knees, and then pushed himself forward again, because no one is as stubborn as Dean's little brother. And if Dean has to stop and puke for a minute once he figures that out, once he visualizes it, well, it is what it is.

(None of the blood is fresh. He's not going to think about that. He's not going to think about how long he was unconscious in the car, how long Sam was alone out here. He's not.)

When he finally makes it up to the road, he knows what he'll see, or what he won't see. No truck. No Sam, standing tall, holding his phone. Dean looks back down at the slope and realizes Sam was right; no one's gonna see that little white car down there. And that's the only possible explanation for why Sam's hoodie is in the middle of the road, weighed down with a rock. Because there wasn't a landmark, and he made his own. And now he's out somewhere in the cold and the snow wearing only his t-shirt and why? What the hell, Sam? But he pulls out his phone and then he understands. There's no service here, either. Sam marked his spot and then... yep, his blood-spattered footprints head back the way they came.

Okay then. Dean follows.

Sam's footprints are fairly steady at first, but after half a mile, they start meandering. Dean recognizes this as the pattern of someone who is weakened, wounded, or confused. If he were being completely subjective, he'd expect to find the person he was tracking pretty soon, curled up in a lifeless little heap. Especially given the increasing amount of blood. If the road weren't so twisty and hilly, he'd be able to look up and see his hapless target. But instead, he finds the spot where Sam collapsed in a little heap, and then pulled himself back up and kept going. The places where he fell to his hands and knees again and kept fucking going like that. The puddle of blood where he rested for a while (or fell and couldn't get up). The scuff marks in the snow where he did, finally get up. The heavier, fresher blood trail alongside them. Dean's getting close.

(The sun is going down. Dean's teeth are chattering. Sam's out here in only a t-shirt and jeans. Dean's not going to think about that. He's not.)

Then he crests a hill and he sees him, sprawled in the road about 50 yards away. Dean moves as fast as a man can hop with a a busted leg and makeshift tree branch crutch, and finally he's sinking into the snow next to his brother, and his leg screams in pain but he doesn't care, he can't care. Sam's face is almost as pale as the snow he's lying in, his lips are blue, his hair is dusted with snowflakes. Not until Dean pulls him into his arms does he see the spreading pool of blood beneath him. Christ, so much blood.

But if he's still bleeding, he's alive.

Dean pulls off his coat and wraps it around Sam. When he hears a sharp clatter he thinks it's his teeth, but it's Sam's phone falling out of his hand and hitting the pavement. Dean squints at it in confusion. The screen is lit. And someone's talking. He holds it up to his ear.

Sir? Are you still there? Can you hear me? The emergency crew should be there soon.

"Good," he says, his voice raspy. "We're here. We're... a couple of miles east of the location he gave you. Please hurry."

The voice on the other end is still trying to talk to him, but Dean doesn't really care. He puts the phone down and wraps himself around his brother, wishing he could share his blood as well as his warmth. "You did it, Sammy," he says. "Don't leave me now, man. Hang in there." And okay, maybe this time he is crying. He'll let Sam tease him about it later. Just this once.

You are so speedy and it's so hurty good!

{{{hugs this!}}}

Oh wow, thank you so much for combining two of my prompts into this delicious creation! I loved the double brother hurt, and Sam's Red Meat stubbornness as he pushes though his injury to get help. I loved the blood and tracking imagery as Dean's follows and interprets Sam's steps, and I love the ending with all the brotherly love and hurt and bonus tears!!!! *Happy sigh* THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!

Thank you! I still hope someone fills it differently, closer to what you intended, because I just love all the possibilities of this prompt.

Oh <3! Y'all are killing me!!

YAAAASSSSS. Dean POV and expert tracking and tenacious Sam AND FINALLY, PHONE SERVICE! ❤️❤️❤️

Awesome fill!

Oooh so much hurty goodness!! Me likey!

Oh my god, this is heartbreakingly good. I'm so sorry it took me so long to catch up on reading these fills because this one was amazing! Such a terrifying build up of tension, wondering how long Dean is going to be able to follow this trail and what condition Sam is going to be in when he gets to the end of it. Loved it!

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