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

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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.

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From: [identity profile] 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.

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