OhSam November meme 2018!
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ohsamIt’s that time again … our annual November 2nd OhSam meme!
BOOST THE SIGNAL
Step 1: Leave a comment with a prompt. As always, since we are a Sam-focused hurt/comfort community, Sam should be the primary recipient of any of the hurt and/or comfort. Prompts can involve Sam being sick, hurt, angst-filled, grief-bearded, or any other scenario that will put him into a hurt/comfort-y type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)
Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!
The rules:
-Post one prompt per comment, please. This makes it easier to track, and easier to tell which fills go with which prompts. If you have several prompts, post them in separate comments.
-Prompts can be as short or as detailed as you like, but shorter prompts give people more wiggle room to create.
-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.
-No real-person fic (RPF), please.
-Anon posting will be enabled. If you came here from tumblr and don’t have an LJ, just leave an anon comment linking back to your tumblr or AO3 post for any fic/art fills to prompts!
-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:
-Post fic fills as replies to the initial comment with the subject line “FILLED: [Title] (1/1)” for the number of parts your fic will have (If it doesn’t fit in a single comment, then change to (1/2), (2/2) or however many parts you’ll have. If the fic runs away from you and becomes too long to easily fit in comments, you can also link directly its original source post on LJ, AO3, etc.)
-Post art fills with a link to the original source, preferably with a thumbnail image. Please note whether the art is SFW or NSFW.
-Feedback is love. If you liked it, leave a comment!
-Contact a mod if you have a question.
-Pimp this meme! Spread the word to your friends! As with prompts and fills, the more, the merrier!
-No spamming. No flaming. No character bashing.
-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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quickreaver or cowboyguy and we'll get that updated as soon as we can.
BOOST THE SIGNAL
Step 1: Leave a comment with a prompt. As always, since we are a Sam-focused hurt/comfort community, Sam should be the primary recipient of any of the hurt and/or comfort. Prompts can involve Sam being sick, hurt, angst-filled, grief-bearded, or any other scenario that will put him into a hurt/comfort-y type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)
Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!
The rules:
-Post one prompt per comment, please. This makes it easier to track, and easier to tell which fills go with which prompts. If you have several prompts, post them in separate comments.
-Prompts can be as short or as detailed as you like, but shorter prompts give people more wiggle room to create.
-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.
-No real-person fic (RPF), please.
-Anon posting will be enabled. If you came here from tumblr and don’t have an LJ, just leave an anon comment linking back to your tumblr or AO3 post for any fic/art fills to prompts!
-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:
-Post fic fills as replies to the initial comment with the subject line “FILLED: [Title] (1/1)” for the number of parts your fic will have (If it doesn’t fit in a single comment, then change to (1/2), (2/2) or however many parts you’ll have. If the fic runs away from you and becomes too long to easily fit in comments, you can also link directly its original source post on LJ, AO3, etc.)
-Post art fills with a link to the original source, preferably with a thumbnail image. Please note whether the art is SFW or NSFW.
-Feedback is love. If you liked it, leave a comment!
-Contact a mod if you have a question.
-Pimp this meme! Spread the word to your friends! As with prompts and fills, the more, the merrier!
-No spamming. No flaming. No character bashing.
-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.
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Date: 2018-11-03 02:41 am (UTC)Fill Little Helper P 1
Date: 2018-11-03 12:40 am (UTC)He had taken it now and then in college. Adderall. It had been easy to come by back then. It helped him stay focused on his classes and gave him the energy to pull all nighters to study. It was just as easy to get now as it was back then, if you knew where to look. And he did. He had connections, thanks to his less than moral upbringing. If anything, it was easier now since they dealt with the seedier side of life; credit card scams, breaking and entering and the occasional murder, even if it was a demon in a meat suit.
He thought he had left the need for the boost back there when he had packed up and left Stanford. As he got older, he felt the need for it again. It helped with the research, pouring over the lore books all night long. Trying to find a spell to counteract a demon possession or a witch’s spell. New types of demons were rising up from the ashes of the ones the had killed. Spells they had never seen before were being used to curse the innocent. He needed that edge over the supernatural so he could save as many unsuspecting people as possible.
He wasn’t an addict. Not at first. It had only been the occasional pill when the drive had been too long and research had to get done.
Then it was two because he wasn’t fast enough to fight off an attack to save a woman from a blood thirsty vamp. In the dead of night, he still heard her screams of terror and pain as the vamp had ripped into her flesh before it had severed her jugular vein, ending her life. Sure, he had beheaded the fucker, but the woman was still dead. And that was on him.
But, it had finally caught up with him. When one or two pills hadn’t been enough.
He had hidden it pretty well, his little helper. Or at least he thought he had. But, he hadn’t been as covert as he thought he had been. Or Dean had just been more observant this time. Dean had picked up on his body twitches. Dean had noticed how he didn’t sleep. How he didn’t eat. So, Dean had watched him. Dean had even followed him when he went to score more of the drug he had been running low on. And, Dean had confronted him when he found him unconscious on the cabin floor. He had tried to play it off as exhaustion that had finally caught up to him after so many sleepless nights.
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Date: 2018-11-05 12:24 am (UTC)Fill Little Helper P 2
Date: 2018-11-03 12:43 am (UTC)All he could do was look at Dean. His mind worked at trying to find a way around this. He shook his head. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really, Sam?” Dean had asked as he held up the baggie. The one he had bought only hours ago. Or had it been the other day? He was having trouble keeping track of things like that. “I found you out cold. How much did you take? Why did you take this crap?” Dean had asked. He sounded so hurt and disappointed.
“Needed it. Needed to stay sharp,” Sam breathed out.
“No, that’s just an excuse,” Dean shot back at him.
And then Dean was on him, wrestling him down on the bed. Before he knew it he was handcuffed to the metal headboard of one of the beds. “Come on Dean, really?” Sam asked as he yanked his wrist, clanking metal against metal and scraping his skin. “Let me out of these.” When Dean just shook his head no at him, he felt his anger bubble up to the surface. “Let me go! You can’t do this to me! YOU SON OF A BITCH!”
“Yeah, I know I am,” Dean responded quietly.
Sam went quiet as he looked around the cabin. The one off the grid, miles away from anyone else. He saw the stockpile of wood by the fireplace and the ample amount of canned goods spilling out from the cabinets, lining the counter. Dean had planned this. Dean had tricked him into coming here. “You . . . you played me,” Sam said in an even tone. “There’s nothing haunting these woods.” his voice had a defiant edge to it. He was going to kill Dean when he got loose.
Dean smiled at his brother, happy to see that Sam still had some of his brain cells firing in the drug induced haze. “Good, your mind’s not totally mush. Still got a couple of working brain cells. Still hope for you, yet” Dean taunted.
“Fuck you! I hate you!”
Dean shrugged at him. “I’d rather you hate me and still be alive, then OD and I have to bury your ass. By the way, cold turkey detox is gonna be a bitch,” Dean said as he climbed onto the other bed.
Fill Little Helper P 3
Date: 2018-11-03 12:45 am (UTC)“You’re gonna get through this,” Dean said, cutting through the haze and pain in his mind and body.
He wasn’t so sure. “Dean, just one pill, to take the edge off. Please . . .” Sam had pleaded. “Hurts so bad. Half a pill,” he had begged, knowing how pathetic he was.
“Can’t, Sammy,” Dean had said. He sounded so sad, like he was the one in pain. “That shit’s gonna kill you if you don’t kick it. And I’m not gonna lose you, not like that.”
“Self-righteous prick!” Sam roared at his brother.
“Hey Sammy, this is the first day of the rest of your life,” Dean said brightly. “You’ve made it through the first twenty-four hours.”
“Yay. Now uncuff me,” Sam deadpanned as he stared, unblinking at his brother.
“Sorry to disappoint. That was only day one. You’ve got another twenty-nine to go.”
It was the casual tone in Dean’s voice that was grating on his frayed nerves. “When I get out of these cuffs, and I will, I’m gonna enjoy kicking the shit out of you.”
“Hey, another goal to strive for. Positive thinking already!” Dean wore a wide grin on his face as he looked at him.
By day fifteen, he stunk. He was sweating through his clothes, yet he was shaking with the chills that wracked his body. Dean had stripped him down and helped him to the bathroom to shower. He was too weak to fight, but Dean still kept the cuffs on him. At least he was clean, for the time being. He had two states of existence right now. One where he had one hand cuffed to the headboard or the other where both hands were cuffed together when Dean helped him to the bathroom. Life was awesome.
On day sixteen, Dean had dealt him a low blow. Dean had pulled him into the bathroom and forced him to watch as he emptied the baggie into the toilet. He then proceeded to flush it. Dean made him watch as his little helpers circled the bowl and then disappeared down the drain. He had raged at Dean for hours.
Fill Little Helper P 4
Date: 2018-11-03 12:45 am (UTC)“Let me help,” Dean murmured.
Grudgingly, he did. And he managed to keep the broth down. Maybe this was the turning point for him.
Day twenty-five had been a milestone as far as he was concerned. He had been able to eat toast and chicken noodle soup without tossing it back up. Dean had counted that as a win for him. He wasn’t too sure. He still ached from head to toe, but the ache was bearable. It didn’t feel like insects were crawling under his skin.
By day thirty, he was no longer shaking and sweating. He was actually dressed in a t-shirt and jeans instead of just his boxers. “How much longer?” Sam asked quietly. He watched as Dean raised his head up from the book he was reading. He scrunched his face up. Where had the book come from? Why hadn’t he noticed it before now? Oh right, to busy detoxing to notice anything. It wasn’t a lore book. It was one by Stephen King. Dean set the book aside and he could read the title, It. because of course his brother would be reading about a clown just to fuck with him.
“I’m only half way through this. When I’m done, we can think about leaving. And, you know I’m a slow reader.”
“Are you kidding me?” Sam asked, not sure if he should believe his brother or not.
“It’s for your own good,” Dean replied, a serious tone to his voice as he locked eyes with Sam.
“You got another book?” Sam asked.
“Sure,” Dean said as he tossed Sam a battered paperback.
Sam picked it up and stared at it in disbelief. Misery. “Really?”
“What? You asked for a book. It’s that or nothing,” Dean replied. Then his eyes went wide. “Or, I could start from the beginning of this one and read it out loud.” He smiled and waggled his eyebrows at Sam, liking his own idea.
“No you’ve tortured me enough!” Sam shot back. “When are you gonna uncuff me?” He asked.
Fill Little Helper P 5
Date: 2018-11-03 12:47 am (UTC)Sam heard the sincerity in his brother’s voice. He also heard the hurt, sadness and fear in Dean’s voice and his heart clenched in his chest at it. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t be sorry. Just fight it. Just keep fighting to stay clean every day, to stay alive,” Dean said without looking up.
Sam knew why Dean wasn’t looking at him. His brother was barely holding it together, had been since he had found him unconscious, since Dean had found the pills. His throat tightened and he wiped at his eyes, brushing away his unshed tears. He nodded yes in response, not really sure if Dean saw him.
“Good,” Dean said, never lifting his eyes as he turned the page in his book.
Sam felt his lips twitch up into a small smile. Day thirty; Dean hadn’t given up on him and he was on the road to recovery. It wouldn’t be easy. He knew there would be days where he struggled against his addiction. But, he was determined to keep fighting and he knew Dean would be there, helping him when he couldn’t do it alone.
“Read your book.”
Sam smiled, picked up the book and turned to the first page to begin reading. As his eyes settled on the written words before him, realized he had been wrong. Day twenty hadn’t been the turning point for him. It was day thirty. It was today.
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Date: 2018-11-03 01:35 am (UTC)it's sam doing some hardcore detox after being drugged
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