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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!
Untitled by
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
Untitled by
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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FILLED: After Hours 1/?
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Sam shudders under Dean's palm. His spine is ridged, curved and pressing so close to the skin of his back that Dean can visualise it piercing through. He's skinny, too skinny, but that doesn't stop him throwing up what little is in his stomach.
After a few minutes, Sam is still and breathing heavy against the toilet seat.
"You done?" Dean asks, and gets no response. "Do you think you can make it to the bed? We can wedge a trash can between your knees if you think you're still gonna hurl."
Sam's only reply is long sigh as he begins to slip sideways. Dean peers at his face to find his eyes closed, fast asleep. He catches him around the waist before he hits the tiled floor. Sam jolts awake, blinking up at Dean blearily.
"Hmm?" He's floppy, hand reaching out for... something, missing, and falling back to his lap. Eleven days with no sleep and the Devil shouting in his ear, Dean can't blame the kid for not firing on all cylinders. He knocks the toilet lid down with his elbow and flushes before hoisting Sam up as carefully as he can by the armpits. The pain of his disturbed ribs seem to wake him up a little.
By some miracle, Sam gets his feet under him long enough to make the few steps to the bed, all the while partially draped over Dean's shoulder. Sam's fast asleep again as soon as he hits the pillows, sprawled out across the thin motel bed-sheet. Dean undresses his own bed and covers Sam in his quilt, then he drops into the armchair by the TV. He switches on some crappy horror movie, dropping the volume low enough that he has to read the actors' lips.
Sometime around dawn, when the birds decide to sing up a racket and the sky is pale purple, Dean jolts awake to Sam's groaning. He peers over the back of his chair to find him hunched over the edge of the bed, arms shaking almost as much as his legs. He gets up slowly and inches unsteadily towards the bathroom. Dean jumps to his feet.
"You ok? What's wrong?"
Sam pauses only to glare at him. "Gotta pee," he mumbles, letting the bathroom door slam shut behind him. Dean's tempted to linger outside the bathroom and twiddle his thumbs until Sam reappears, but decides instead to grab some food. Sam needs something in him or he might pass out. Again.
He stops by the nearest diner - painted a hideous pink with floors sticky enough to make his shoes squeak - and asks for a shitload of coffee, bacon and eggs and pancakes. Sam's back on the bed, legs and arms hanging off the edge like he dropped there and didn't bother to move, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Grubs up," Dean announces. Sam sniffs the air, nose crinkling, then rolls over and away.
Sighing, Dean sets the food on the table and leans over to prod Sam's shoulder. "You need to eat something."
"Maybe later," Sam says, but everything loops together like it's one word.
"No, now. When was the last time you ate?"
The shrug of Sam's shoulders has Dean wanting to kick something. Sure, Dean thinks he's going crazy sometimes, but he's never heard voices that weren't there. The only time he was on a locked ward was when it was his job to be there, not because he was really sick.
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"You gonna sleep then?"
Sam shrugs again. "Not tired anymore," he says, even though his eyes aren't all the way open.
"I can put on the TV - "
"No," Sam snaps, and that's the most alert he's been since Dean busted him out. He rolls over again so he's facing Dean, but his eyes linger on the floor. His lips press together tightly, no doubt from the pain of his healing ribs. "It's been so long since it's been quiet," he whispers. "I just want it to be quiet, okay?"
Dean's stunned for a moment as he realises Sam's actually crying. He curls in tighter on himself, hands shaking against his chest. There's sweat beading on his forehead, stringing his already-greasy hair into thick strands. Dean reaches out and presses his palm to Sam's head, wincing at the heat he finds there.
"Jesus," he says. "How're you feeling?"
He knows it's a dumb question the second the words leave his mouth, but Sam answers honestly anyway.
"Sh-shitty," he replies, stuttering now.
Dean knows this routine like the back of his hand, even if he hasn't had to run through it in years, not since Sammy was little enough to let Dean fuss over him. He tucks Sam under the quilt, then fetches a cold flannel from the bathroom to press against his head. Sam shakes again, more violently as it runs down his entire body. They've been here before, but with a very different substance running through Sam's veins. At least he won't be flying around the walls this time.
"How much shit did they pump into you?" Dean asks, sitting down on the mattress by Sam's head.
"Don't remember."
"And what did you buy from the dealer?"
Sam pauses then. "Don't remember that either." They're awkwardly quiet for a minute or two before Sam speaks up again. "I'm sorry. I j-just. I needed to sleep."
"Yeah, I know," is all Dean can say. He pats Sam's hand, spine tingling when he catches sight of his ragged nails. He'll have to clip some of them off, he thinks, focusing on where the right thumbnail hangs, the bed of it scabbing over.
The cloth on Sam's forehead has warmed over already and Dean gently peels it away to re-cool. He's halfway up when Sam's hand flaps out, uncoordinated, and hits him in the thigh.
"Stay here," Sam whispers, voice already drifting away. His eyes are closed again as he mutters lazily, "Just for a minute."
Dean sits back down and rubs gently at Sam's back, the way Dad did when either of them got really sick when they were little. "Okay," Dean says, low enough not to disturb the quiet. "Just a minute."
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You mentioned the drugs! Also aw, Sammy, quietly suffering. I love his bitchy annoyance while he's at it. You're so good and you write them so well. This was so sweet, thank you so very much. Felt great watching Sammy suffer from my own sickbed. :p
❤
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