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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:
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-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
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quickreaver or cowboyguy and we'll get that updated as soon as we can.So get ready, unleash
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
foodthatsbluePrompt: 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
caranfindelPrompt: 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
mentholpixiePrompt: 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
hollyhobbit44Prompt: Sam actually kills himself to keep from being Lucifer's vessel. And Lucifer keeps him promise to just bring him back.
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toratioPrompt: 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
mollrach13Prompt: Sam gets hurt protecting Jack from some hunters.
Timberland by
crowroad3Prompt: Wounded Sam being tracked through a forest by Demon Dean.
Riptide by
lennellePrompt: Instead of Mary, Sam is dragged through the rift with Lucifer at the end of s12.
The Space Between by
clown_or_midgetPrompt: 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!
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threadofgrace42Prompt: 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
hollyhobbit42Prompt: 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
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dragonflybeachPrompt: 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_cindersPrompt: 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
lennellePrompt: 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
lennellePrompt: 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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Because as soon as I read that prompt, I knew how Sam lost his arm.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4812443
Anyhoo I would love to see other versions of this because more Sammy hurt!
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Warning for blood and graphic permanent injury.
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I don’t even know what to call it. Sam thought to himself, watching arterial blood spurting from where his left arm had been moments before. It just killed me, and I don’t even know what it is.
Dean screamed like Sam probably should have and chased the monster down one of the tunnels.
Sam recognized that he was going into shock, but didn’t seem to be able to do anything about it.
There was an explosion down the tunnel where Dean had gone, and then footsteps that Sam hoped were Dean splashing back toward him.
“I told you clowns kill people.” Sam told Dean with a calmness that even surprised him.
“Yeah, well, you’re not dying.” Dean informed him.
He pulled off Sam’s belt and tightened it down as a tourniquet before Sam even registered what Dean was doing.
“Come on, we gotta get you to a hospital so they can stop the bleeding until we can get Cas here to fix this.” Dean said, pulling Sam toward the tunnel that led out toward the river
“Is it dead?” Sam asked.
“I don’t think so.” Dean shook his head, pulling Sam along. “I chased it back and caved in the tunnel. There’s probably some connecting tunnels that it can still use to get out.”
As soon as they were out in the daylight, Dean pulled out his cell phone, called 911, and requested they send a helicopter because his brother was bleeding out.
“Crocodile?” Sam suggested, still weirdly complacent about the whole situation. “Even though they don’t usually live around here?”
Dean looked at Sam’s wound and nodded. “Yeah. Crocodile. There’s nothing else around here that make a bite like that. We’ll tell them it got you out here, though. We don’t need Fish and Wildlife guys going in after that thing.”
The medivac came, taking Sam to the hospital while Dean followed in the car.
The next day and a half were a blur of anesthesia and surgeries.
When Sam finally woke up, Dean was sitting by the bed, looking both dejected and furious, somehow.
There was a whole discussion of how Cas couldn’t fix Sam’s severed arm. He could repair humans, but not replace body parts that were missing. Only God could do that.
Over the next week, Dean tried contacting Chuck. He called, he emailed, he stood outside and shouted at the sky. When those things failed, he summoned a couple angels and threatened them.
Chuck still didn’t answer.
Meanwhile, Sam was transferred to a rehab center across the street from the hospital.
Dean moved on from trying to find Chuck to summoning Crowley, hunting up witches, and calling other hunters to see if anyone knew of any other gods that might currently be on Earth and answering their phones.
There was an epic argument that degenerated into actual punches thrown over the fact that Cas had never mentioned that Stephen King was a prophet and the things he wrote were real, which would have been good for the Winchesters to know before now.
The day Dean, Jody’s bunch, and Garth sealed and flooded the sewers to drown Pennywise the Clown, Sam checked himself out of the rehab center.
He had done physical and occupational therapy daily since … well, Since.
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Sam wasn’t going to have it.
He was a grown man, and even if he only had one arm, he could wash his own ass, thank you very much.
The rehab asked him to stay, and told him that he was welcome to come back if he changed his mind because his insurance had approved a full thirty days of rehab.
They gave him the name of a doctor to follow up with in Kansas, and the name of a company that could make him a prosthesis when his stump had healed enough.
Dean was worried, but admitted that he was glad to be going home instead of spending a whole month in Maine.
Once they got home, Dean tried to mother Sam more than he ever had before.
All of Sam’s meals were laid out for him, the table set, his beer opened. Sam’s clothes were washed, dried, folded, and put away for him. If Sam even looked like he might want something, Dean offered it or jumped up and got it for Sam. Dean popped into whatever room Sam was in at least once an hour to see if he needed anything.
There were daily arguments over that.
“Dean, lots of people live normal lives with only one arm! They even live alone! Just let me do something for myself so I can be independent!”
Dean dragged Sam to the doctor and to the prosthesis clinic, only to be told exactly what Sam said they were going to say, which was that Sam’s stump still had a lot of swelling, not to mention the fact that the wound needed to heal more before they could make his prosthesis. Because it was an above the elbow amputation, making the prosthesis was going to be more complex, so Sam agreed with waiting so they could make it right the first time rather than making one and then having to redo it as Sam’s arm healed.
In the meantime, Sam spent a lot of time in catalogs intended for senior citizens and ordered himself a entire assortment of adaptive devices. He got everything from a one handed shirt buttoner to a tray to hold his bread still while he spread peanut butter on it. He ordered a camera tripod from Amazon and rigged it to hold all sorts of things. He took his watch (Henry’s watch, the one the Men of Letters were supposed to give him after his initiation) to a jeweler and had the leather strap replaced with a stretch band.
He drew the line, however, at the support group that the doctor’s office kept giving him information about.
Cas spent more time in the bunker more than usual, lurking in the shadows and watching Sam quietly. When Crowley stopped by, he didn’t even make snarky comments. Sam wanted to punch both of them, but was afraid of hurting the only hand he had left.
Jody came to visit several times, offering to listen but Sam insisted everything was fine.
“Sam, you’re not fine, and bottling everything up so that you can pretend you are is just going to make things worse in the long run.”
On an intellectual level Sam knew that, but if he broke down and admitted weakness, he was afraid that his other weaknesses would come flooding out.
The third time Sam heard Dean pass a hunt to someone else, he put his foot down.
“There’s no reason you can’t hunt. We know enough people. Just call someone and ask them to go with you. If you can’t find anyone, ask Garth to find you someone.”
“Sam … “
“No, Dean. You’re not going to sit here and babysit me until I get my prosthesis. And after I get it, we’re going back hunting. We’ll have to start with some easier cases until I get used to it, but we’re not going to sit around here when people are dying and we can stop it.”
The argument lasted two days, but eventually Dean rounded up a couple guys named Asa and Bucky and went off the hunt the Raku.
Dean stocked the freezer with meals Sam only needed to put in the microwave before he left and called to check on Sam eight times the first day.
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He managed to make a salad using his special knife and kitchen aids. He even cleaned up after himself.
He washed a load of clothes, but had to hang them up on the rack in the laundry room because he hadn’t bought an assistive device to fold clothes yet.
He ordered one as soon as he got back to his room.
Dean seemed to be torn between proud and offended at how independent Sam was.
Dean called on his way home, telling Sam that he would be there in two hours. They needed some things from the grocery store, but Sam wanted to ride along, so Dean told Sam to be ready and he would swing by the bunker to pick him up.
That’s when everything started falling apart.
First, Sam told Dean that they could just meet in town.
Dean said “Uh, Sam … “
That’s when he remembered that the two cars and motorcycle in the bunker garage that Dean had gotten running all had manual transmissions.
Sam couldn’t drive any of them.
And he probably wouldn’t have anyway, because they wanted to continue living in the area, but he couldn’t hotwire a car with one hand.
So okay, fine, they could just go back to the original plan, where Dean would stop by and pick up Sam on the way.
They hung up, and Sam went down to the laundry room in the basement to get clean clothes.
He threw them over his shoulder and started back to the main level to take a shower when he realized that the door at the stairs had locked behind him.
Before, he could have picked the lock in under a minute. The door had done that before, so he and Dean had left a lock picking kit there in the basement.
But you can’t pick a lock with one hand, so Sam had to walk all the way to the far side of the bunker to use the other stairs.
Sam showered and went back to his room to get dressed. He used his assistive equipment and got his underwear, shirts, jeans, and socks on.
Then came his boots.
He had bought elastic laces for his running shoes so he didn’t have to tie them, but elastic laces didn’t come in a big enough size for his boots.
That was fine, because he had prepared for this. Someone had posted a tutorial video on how to lace up and tie boots one handed, and Sam had watched it four times.
He managed to get the boots on and laced up.
Tying them did not work as easily as it did in the video.
Sam tried four times on the right foot and twice on the left before he gave up and watched the video again.
He tried again. This time he actually managed to get the first boot tied, but when he moved his leg for easier access to the other foot, it came undone.
He could have just given up and worn his running shoes, but it was cold and he wanted his boots.
Mostly, he just wanted to be normal, or Normal For A Winchester, at least.
After watching the video again and propping a mirror against the wall at floor level so he could see what he was doing, he tried again.
It still didn’t work, but at least he knew why.
Sam’s hands were much larger than the woman’s hands shown in the video. His laces weren’t quite long enough to leave long ends out of the loops, and when he tried to wrap one loop around the other with the shorter ends, his big hands pulled the string out of the loop.
So he found another tutorial, showing a totally different method of lacing and tying boots with one hand. It meant he had to take his boots back off, completely unlace them, and lace them up differently. The finished knot didn’t look like the traditional method of tying a shoe, but the knot seemed simple enough to do with one hand and wouldn’t require one loop to be wrapped around the other.
It took some time, but he managed to get the boots laced up. The right one he tied successfully on the second try, and the left one on the third try.
The laces were way too long for this method, so he tucked the loose ends into his boots.
He stood and put his jacket on.
By that time, Dean should be there within a few minutes, so Sam decided to go outside or at least closer to the front door to wait.
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He instinctively threw his hands forward to catch himself, except, oh yeah, he was missing one, so all of his weight came down on his right arm, and he heard his shoulder pop out of place with a sickening crunch.
He groaned, remembering surgery and months of rehab and a second surgery after a demon had tried to rip his arm off because his shoulder had previously been dislocated four times due to hunting injuries. And now at least part of it was going to have to be redone, leaving Sam with exactly zero good arms.
He couldn’t even throw things in his rage right now.
He laid in the floor and kicked the table until his foot throbbed to go along with his aching right shoulder and the phantom pain in his missing left arm.
He survived demon blood, what should have been a fatal car accident, a fatal stabbing, being struck by lightning, having his lungs removed by an angel, being possessed by Satan, over a year in Hell, being soulless, The Trials, and having his arm bitten off by a sewer-dwelling clown, just to die on the floor of his own home after tripping over his shoelace.
He laid in the floor and screamed out his frustration. He screamed until there was nothing left in him, and he just sagged into the floor, too drained to even sit up.
He hadn’t heard the door open, and he hadn’t realized he was crying, but suddenly Dean was leaning over him, wiping away his tears.
“I gotcha, Sammy.” Dean murmured softly, carefully pulling Sam into his lap.
Somehow, the same brother who care was stifling and smothering a week ago, felt like security and comfort right this minute.
“I fell and I hurt my shoulder.” Sam said, sounding like a hurt child even to his own ears. “My right one. I think it’s dislocated again.”
“I’ll look at it in a minute.” Dean offered. “I’ll see if I can pop it back in. The doctor said that you might be unsteady and fall because you have to relearn your balance all over again.”
Sam didn’t answer aloud, just nodded.
“Sam, you know all those times that you’ve yelled at me for not letting you help me when I needed help?”
Dean continued. “Works both ways, Sasquatch.”
“I know.” Sam agreed.
“You ready to get up or you want to sit here a few more minutes?” Dean asked.
“Just give me a couple minutes.” Sam told him.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Dean said. “Bitch.”
Sam smiled, in spite of everything.
"Jerk"
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