November 2nd Comment Meme 2019!

[ohsam-mod.livejournal.com]

Another year, another November. Once again, it’s time for our annual November 2nd comment meme!




BOOST THE SIGNAL

<center><a href="https://ohsam.livejournal.com/953184.html"><img src="https://ic.pics.livejournal.com/ohsam_mod/77003009/5209/5209_300.png" alt="OhSam Comment Meme banner for Firsts and Lasts November meme" title="OhSam Comment Meme - firsts and lasts.png"> </a></center><p><center><b>Time for the annual November 2nd OhSam meme! Bring your prompts!</b></center>

In honor of the final season of Supernatural, the theme for this meme is “firsts and lasts”.

Here’s how it works:

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, angsty, or any other scenario that involves him in a hurt/comfort type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)

To fit the theme of the meme (see what I did there?), the prompt should either be a “first” or a “last” -- such as, “Last thing Sam notices before losing consciousness”, or “Last time Sam eats gas mart sushi”, or “Sam’s last words to Dean”, but could also be something like “Sam’s first encounter with a ghost”, or “Sam’s first broken bone”, or “First time Sam hunts solo”.

Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!

Step 3: Post it here! Post as a comment to the prompt, or post a link directed to the fanwork you have created to fill the prompt.



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.):

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

<lj-spoiler title="Spoilers -- Click to Open">SPOILERS GO HERE</lj-spoiler>

-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!

If you have any trouble posting or have any questions, please poke quickreaver or cowboyguy and we'll take care of you.

Comments

[tiggeratl1.livejournal.com]

The first time Sam was kidnapped and tortured.

[amararae.livejournal.com]

Good one

[amararae.livejournal.com]

The first time Sam thought his brother forgot him

[tiggeratl1.livejournal.com]

Ooooo, that hurts. I love it!

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

Sam's last words

until we say goodbye (1/1)

[hollyhobbit44.livejournal.com]

Not sure if I've fully filled the prompt, but here you go

Sam has had many last words. Or, almost-last words. He doesn't know quite what you call it when you get brought back, and your last words just become another thing that is not talked about Under Any Circumstances. Each time, he wonders if they might really be the last, if, this time, he won't just wake up again, gasping and choking.

(Sometimes, though he wouldn't ever tell Dean this, he truly hopes that they are)

(Each time, he is wrong, and recently he's become almost disappointed when he draws breath again. Not that Dean needs to know that)

The thing is, everyone thinks - hopes - that their last words are going to be something poignant, something that they've carefully crafted and planned out to be as meaningful and memorable as possible. You read about celebrities, things they said during their final breaths, and it sounds so easy. What Sam's found, though, through his own, unique, experiences of Death, is that usually there's no time for careful thinking - it's just panic, or pain, or your brain is too scrambled to come up with anything decent to say, anyway. Sam's gotten used to that feeling.

He's reaching the end now, he can feel it in his bones. Pretty literally, in fact. It's pretty funny, when he thinks about it; Sam Winchester, taken down by the common cold. Or, what they all thought was the common cold, until one thing led to another, and it turns out that he'd actually managed to contract pneumonia. Which would have been fine, except it also turns out that his immune system never actually fully recovered from the Trials, and, without Cas able to heal him, things had gone downhill pretty fucking fast.

Dean had yelled at the doctors, as usual. Yelled at Sam and Cas, also as usual. Then he'd started talking about deals and spells, which was the grand finale of this whole Winchester death charade. Sam had almost expected someone to jump out and yell, 'Cut!'

(Now breathe, Sam. Time to run it through again)

It's okay, though; Sam's kind of glad it's something normal that'll finally do him in. He's had a strange, unbelievable life. He's more than happy for his death to be boring.

It's getting harder to breathe now, his lungs refusing to fill with enough air. And Sam doesn't want to struggle anymore; he wants to just let go, all peaceful, rather than fight for something that he knows he can't have. He can hear Dean saying his name, asking him to fight, goddammit, but Sam can't anymore. Sometimes, it's felt like the fight is the only thing there is in his life. He wants that to end.

"Say something, Sammy," Dean begs, and Sam knows that this is it. His last words, the final speech in the last breath of his life. And Sam... Sam doesn't know what to say.

He thinks on what he's said in the past - his brother's name, more than once, in the times when Death was too quick for anything else. A plea for reason, when he'd been stupid enough to think Walt would care. A thank you, when Nick bashed his brains onto the road, and it would have been the end if not for Jack.

Sam's had many last words, has said many different things, but this time is truly the last.

Sam smiles.

And doesn't say anything at all.

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Sam trying to kick demon blood for the first time.

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

What goes through Sam’s mind when he comes to for the first in Red Meat to find himself alone?

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

The first time Sam meets his mother.

[(Anonymous)]

The first time Sam tried to kill himself

[(Anonymous)]

The first thing Sam says when he wakes up.

[(Anonymous)]

Last night we both said things we regret.

[(Anonymous)]

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away.

I'm sorry I couldn't resist. 😋

[(Anonymous)]

The first time Sam really understands that Dean isn't coming for him.

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

The last time Sam rides in the Impala.

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

The last time Dean holds a bedside vigil. (For Sam of course).

Filled : Moments 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

So this is my first Supernatural story and I am not sure about it but I'll give it a try ..


He knew what was to come , even before the doctor came to talk to him with a grim expression , he saw how his brother looked before he was rolled to the trauma room , he saw the damage that was done and he knew that no doctor would be able to do anything his brother this time .

He tried to get hold of Castiel but he wasn't successful , it didn't bother him though because he doubted that the angel would be able to anything at this stage .
He knew deep inside him that this was the end .
Part of him wanted to go find any spell , cure , demon or angel to save his brother , but it would be another disappointment he knew that .

So yeah when the doctor asked him to follow him to talk privately he just shook his head . He doesn't need to listen to what the doctor had to say , it wouldn't change anything . All he wanted now was to stay with his brother those extra few minutes.

" as you wish mr. Johnson , but you have to know before you go inside that your brother is in a ... a bad shape .. but he is awake and lucid right now .. "

He looked at the doctor in the eye , he didn't even realise that he was avoiding the doctor's face . But the doctor said that Sam isn't dead , he is awake that must mean something , right ?

" he is awake ! That's a good sign . Right doc ? " he asked , his tone was as hopeful as it could get right now .

But that doctor frowned and looked at him with apologetic eyes then sighed .

" Well it's more than I expected , I never thought that he will make it alive after what his body sustained , let alone be awake , but I am sorry mr. Johnson , I don't think your brother will make it through the night "

He already knew that , God he thought that his brother was already gone , but his knowledge didn't make it easier to listen to what the doctor said . It hurts and it hurts bad .

He swallowed then looked at the doctor .

" Can I see him now ?" His voice was so hoarse .

" Yes mr. Johnson, I will arrange that you can stay with him as long as you want " the doctor gave him a sad smile that was probably supposed to be supporting .

He followed the doctor through the halls until he stopped infront of a room .

A nurse came out of the room's door .

She looked surprised when She saw them at first them her face became sympathetic.

" Uh , I checked mr. Johnson's vitals and . Um .. there was no change " she sounded really helpless .
She looked at Dean then at the doctor , she wanted to talk to the doctor , privately.
Not a good sign but surprisingly it didn't make Dean feel any worse .
Maybe there was nothing left in this world that will make him feel worse . His brother was dying for God's sake !

" Uh.. mr. Johnson this is your brother's room you can go stay with him as long as you need and.. uh ..if either of you need anything you can call the nurse station or page me if needed "
He just nodded .

The doctor and the nurse left but he stayed outside the room for a few seconds.

He just tried to collect himself before he entered his brother's room .

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

"This is the LAST TIME you're signing out AMA, you hear me?"

A slow bleed. A blizzard in Sioux Falls. A LONG freaking night for Bobby and Dean.

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

Sammy Winchester's first hangover.

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

"There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day." -- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

in our great sorrow (we learn what joy means) 1/2

[hollyhobbit44.livejournal.com]

Sorry this has taken so long. It's been a painful thing to write, and I haven't been able to get it done in one. But I hope it fills the prompt.

Years later, when you look back on it all, you'll be glad it was so quick. It doesn't feel quick, not now, not while it's happening - it feels like a goddamn eternity, in fact - but, relatively speaking, it will be. There's some people who deal with this shit for years before it ends; you only had just over one. Relatively speaking, you're one of the lucky ones.

Then again, you're not sure there's such a thing as luck when it comes to this. When it comes to Sam. He's never had much luck with, well, anything; you used to joke about it when you were kids.

You're not joking now.

Days aren't days anymore. They used to be, back when this all started, but you're too close to the end now for things to be so simple. There are Good Days, and there are Bad Days - most days are Bad now, but you'll take what you can get.

Then there are Last Days.

You're able to track most of them, much as you don't want to. The Last Christmas - that was hard, because none of you wanted yet to admit that there wouldn't be another year. You made it the best Christmas you could, the place decked out in decorations to the nines. It was a good day. A really good day. You could almost pretend things were normal, in fact, and you tried to, for Sam's sake. He needed that, you think - a little bit of normality.

On the day of the Last Treatment, you and Sam had had a huge fight. If that means Sam just sitting there while you yelled until you were hoarse. When you'd calmed down, you listened as he told you why he was doing it, and you were ashamed at yourself for how you reacted. You're not quite sure how he managed to stay so calm, but you suppose that that's just how Sam is. It's how he's had to be.

Sam's Last Birthday was harder than you'd ever thought possible. Sam had even said the words out loud once - 'my last birthday' - and you wish he hadn't because every word felt like a punch to the gut. You wanted, so badly, to have hope, but you were well beyond that even then, when Sam was still talking and walking and being Sam. And when he said it, those three words which reminded you of everything you stood to lose by the end of the year, you felt your heart seize in your chest and you just wanted to run.

(Is it selfish, you wonder, to feel this way when you will be the one to survive this?)

(Sam would want you to live, but you think survival is all you have left; is this selfish, too?)

There was a time when you thought that Sam's birthday would be his Last Good Day, too, because things went downhill pretty fast after that. You don't really know why, but one minute he was (at the very least) upright, and the next he could barely lift his head from the pillows. Or, that's what it felt like, anyway. The doctors wanted to move him to a hospital, but Sam had been insistent that he'd... That it would all happen at home. It's the end, and you all know it; they least you can do is let it come on Sam's terms.

So you resigned yourself to the Bad Days, and all that they entail. But then, inexplicably, you get another chance.

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

The first time Dean realizes Sam is self-harming and/or suicidal.

FILL-Starry Night

[(Anonymous)]

Too long to fit easily into comments, so here's an Ao3 link.

Starry Night: Sam attempts suicide-by-monster. Dean tries to help. It sort of works...until it doesn't.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21371179

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

Whodathunk that Mr. Morning-jog-vegetarian-yoga-princess himself would have his first heart attack before the ripe old age of 45? In other news: Dean HATES irony.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Last time Sam felt truly safe

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Sam Winchesters first time

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

First time Sam cheats at collage

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

It was the last time Sam saw Dean.

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

The first time Sam knows for sure he's a monster.

Filled: Self-awareness is a Sin

[holyhelly.livejournal.com]

Just a short one.

The first time Sam knows for sure he’s a monster, he’s standing in a grimy alley in Seattle. It’s raining. A splash of light filters in from the street behind him, but it’s not nearly bright enough to illuminate the ground this far in. But Sam can see more clearly than he ever has before.

At his feet, lies a man.

The man is old and greying, the tip of a tattoo peaks out from the sleeve of his dress shirt. His throat is dark with blood. The sweet taste of it still lingers on Sam’s tongue.

“What have I done?” he whispers, heart pounding hard in his ears. But there’s nobody here to hear it. Nobody to tell him this was wrong, or right, nobody snatch the demon blade from his fingers and sink it into his own throat.

There’s a dead guy and a hint of sulphur. Even that is fading.

He turns to the street, thinking someone must have seen this, or otherwise heard the commotion and called it in. But there, too, there is nobody. Suddenly, he understands how all the horrible things humans do go unnoticed, all the muggings and murders and rapes. Just step into a back alley late at night an the only judge you’ll ever have to face is God himself.

Not that it matters for Sam. He’s been destined for hell since he was six months old. Since his mother burned on the ceiling and Azazel drip-drip-dripped the world’s doom down screaming baby lips.

Sam turns back to the body on the ground. He’s vibrating with power from the demon blood. Power he stole from a dead man.

The irony is that he could have saved the guy if he’d met up with Ruby, earlier. He’d have been able to exorcise the demon from the human and send him to the deepest pit of hell. Instead, he drank their blood like a vampire, then stabbed them through the heart.

It’s Ruby’s fault, he thinks, for not being at the meet-point. No. She’s out looking for Lilith, doing more than her fair share of the work in their plan. It’s Azazel’s fault for infecting him, Mom’s for not saving him, Dad’s for pushing him into a life that could only ever end badly, Lilith’s for sending Dean to hell and Dean’s for-

Well, Dean’s fault for leaving him.

Sam bites back bitter tears, clenches a white-knuckled fist around the hilt of his blade and looks up into an empty sky. No stars in Seattle. The rain washes blood from his lips and plasters his hair against his skin.

A little voice in head head, one that sounds suspiciously like Bobby, whispers at him not to misplace the blame.

He looks back down. Noone forced him to drink that blood before he killed the demon. Noone made him enjoy it. But he did. Remnants of exhilaration are still tingling up and down his spine, crashing sulphury-metallic over his tongue.

He chose murder. He chose hell with no way back.

Dad said I might have to kill you.

Maybe Dean should have done that after all. It doesn’t matter. Nothing really does, anymore. There’s just Lilith and Ruby and blood. He drops to his knees next to the body and wipes his blade on the man’s jacket. One more look at the slack face, at open eyes that might once have been kind.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He is, though not nearly sorry enough.

With a creaking of knees, Sam gets to his feet. By tomorrow, the rain will have washed away all traces of him. The local police will find the body, somebody will mourn the man. In a day or two he’ll get a call from Bobby, asking him if he’s still in the area of Seattle, and if he can swing by to check out a strange murder. Vampire, most likely.

Sam will lie through his teeth and ‘solve’ the case. He turns to the street again.

The next step he takes is down a road paved with good intentions. It’s by no means his first, but this is the first time he can see where it’s heading.

Just taking the highway would have been a lot easier.

Fin

Hope that made any sense at all! xx

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Sam is twelve when he first has to sew his brother back together.

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

The first time Dean breaks the "no ambulances " rule, he does it for Sam.