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

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BOOST THE SIGNAL




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.):



-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!

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

RE: Fill: Processed (3/3)

Date: 2019-11-04 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cowboyguy.livejournal.com
Tears spring to Sam’s eyes as he coughs again, breath hitching as he tries to get control of his stomach. He hangs tightly onto Dean, legs feeling wobbly, his hair falling into his eyes in the night’s cool breeze.

“There you go…it’s alright, dude...” Dean murmurs, brushing Sam’s hair back from his forehead. “You wanna sit?” he asks.

Sam nods, and with Dean’s help, manages to stagger back to the car, landing heavily on the passenger seat. He leans forward, head nearly between his knees as he gasps for breath, the nausea starting to ease to a dull ache. Dean reaches forward and rubs his back, and Sam sighs gratefully.

“How ‘bout I find a motel nearby, huh?” Dean asks. “You think you could handle the car again?”

Carefully, Sam nods, letting out a slow breath. “Yeah…”

* * *

As Dean opens the door to the motel room, Sam staggers in after him, making a beeline for the first bed and gingerly sitting down on the side of it, curling his legs up and easing himself down to the pillow until he’s horizontal, lying motionless on top of the blankets. He sighs in relief, because even if the bed is lumpy and uncomfortable, it’s still worlds better than being upright.

“God, you look pathetic,” Dean comments, dumping their bags on top of the low dresser. “How’re you feeling?”

Sam hums a wordless sound, closing his eyes. Now that he’s lying down, exhaustion is quickly sweeping over him, and his whole body feels heavy. “Mmm’tired...” he mumbles.

“How’s your stomach?”

Sam considers the question for a moment, then peers up at Dean, blinking slowly. “Still a little wonky…”

“Better than it was, though?”

“Yeah, think so,” Sam replies as he watches Dean move to the foot of Sam’s bed. He leans foward, untying Sam’s shoelaces and gently pulling them off his brother’s feet, tossing them into the corner. “Thanks,” Sam murmurs.

Dean ambles across the room, grabbing the trashcan from the bathroom and carrying it over to Sam, placing it on the floor near the head of his bed. “Just in case,” Dean explains.

Sam closes his eyes, breathing out carefully. “I’m never doing that again,” Sam mumbles.

Dean chuckles softly. “Yeah, me neither,” he says, and Sam quirks an eyebrow in confusion. “I learned my lesson. Next time I’m getting you a hot dog.”

Sam groans, pressing his face into the bed. “Ugh, Dean…” he grumbles. He reaches blindly out behind him until his hand closes on the extra pillow and tosses it in the general direction of his brother’s face.

He hears Dean swat the pillow away, and it lands on the ground with a soft thump, but now that he’s closed his eyes, it’s almost impossible to open them again. “I’mma get some sleep…” he mumbles into his one remaining pillow.

“You do that, Sammy,” Dean responds. There’s a rustling noise, and then Sam feels the blanket being pulled up over his still fully-clothed body, tucked over his chest and around his legs. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”
Edited Date: 2019-11-04 03:49 am (UTC)

RE: Fill: Processed (3/3)

Date: 2019-11-06 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madebyme-x.livejournal.com
Oh poor Sam! I loved the side of concerned and awesome big brother Den. Thank you for sharing :)

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