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28 August 2009 @ 07:25 pm
Hurt/Comfort - Comment Fic Meme  


Sorry this is late, guys. I had a little theme-related meltdown.

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Master List

annj_g80 wrote Sam is hurt in a car accident with the Impala after "Lucifer Rising". He thinks it'll be another thing that Dean's mad at him about, but Dean takes care of his brother.

dontknowmyname wrote Sam falls down the steps and ends up with a concussion. The concussed Sammy lets loose with the fact that he thinks Dean hates him now and doesn't love him anymore. Dean convinces him otherwise and takes care of Sam when he gets sick. [Part 2] [Part 3]

moonshayde wrote Quarantine. [Part 2] [Part 3]

chiiyo86 wrote Dean gets a wicked bad sunburn.

yaycoffee wrote The Voicemail of Doom.

donutsweeper wrote Young Sam has his first clown related freakout.

callistosh65 wrote Sam's deaf - for a day.

wave_obscura wrote One boy is hurt, the other is sick. The sick one finds himself in the position of having to take care of the hurt one.

wave_obscura wrote Drugged out Sam asks Dean to read him a story. Or vice versa.

maychorian wrote Dean's sick, John's AWOL, and Sam's scared out of his wits; he stays up all night tending to Dean.

ariadnes_string wrote Dean's sick, John's AWOL, and Sam's scared out of his wits; he stays up all night tending to Dean. [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

wave_obscura wrote When Sam was younger, he has stress induced asthma attacks. He has his first one in years after "Lucifer Rising".

jackfan2 wrote The boys are stranded in a snow storm with only the Impala for shelter. One is hurt. They reminisce on how she's alwayed saved them over the years.

chiiyo86 wrote Sam and Dean driving back to the motel after a particularly brutal hunt, taking quiet comfort in each others' presence.

maychorian wrote Castiel finds Dean laying unconscious on the floor after Sam almost choked him in 'When The Levee Breaks'.

rinkle wrote One of the boys has a bad back. It hurts. Bad.

adrenalineshots wrote The boys are out in the woods hunting something wicked, and Dean steps in/on a bear trap. [Part 2] [Part 3]

obsidianglass wrote Sam's a sucker for self-help books.

alphabet26 wrote Sam feels there's no place for him anywhere anymore. So when Castiel gives Dean the Colt, Sam has a plan. Shoot Lucifer, and then shoot himself.

caithream wrote Dean (or Sam) is grievously wounded on a hunt and Sam (or Dean) is kept from seeing him in the hospital because he has a very bad cold or flu and the medical staff don't want to risk exposing the injured brother to the other's viral infection.

selene_13 wrote Pre-Series, the high school aged boys get into a fight. Not a sparring match fight, like a full on, knock down, drag out, furniture breaking, neighbor waking fight. Dean's pissed because Dad went hunting without him (he's on the disabled roster for whatever reason). Sam's pissed because Dean's pissed. Something minor happens (dinner burns? Tv breaks? whatever), and then it's all over but the crying.

starrylizard wrote Dean and Sam trapped together in an underground cavern, waiting for rescue. No flashlights, no watches (busted in a cave in?), just a lighter and Dean's handy bag of peanut M&Ms. It's incredibly dark, they're both have injuries (you decide the seriousness), and every now and then there's this strange, unknown noise echoing faintly from the bowels of the cave. . .

Anonymous wrote They both shouldn't have eaten that sandwich in the back seat.

obsidianglass wrote One of the boys gets burned and has not one but two bandaged, temporarily useless, hands.

starrylizard wrote Sam's still going through demon blood withdrawal ... only this time Dean stays with him to help him through it.

obsidianglass wrote Weechesters are fishing at Pastor Jim's lake/pond/dam, and Sammy gets a hook stuck in his hand. He doesn't trust anyone except Dean to take it out.

obsidianglass wrote Having used all his powers to kill Lilith Sam collapses from exhaustion while he and Dean are on the run from Lucifer.

obsidianglass wrote The Final Battle is over. Sam and Dean got separated during the fighting. Lucifer has been vanquished, but Dean has been mortally wounded. The angels will not let Sam near their designated champion.

Anonymous wrote "Love means never having to say you're sorry."

superbadgirl wrote Fainting curse. Embarrassing AND potentially dangerous!

obsidianglass wrote The boys are after a ghost/poltergeist in a building site, and it gets hold of a nail gun...

obsidianglass wrote Car accident in the middle of nowhere. Both boys hurt; one more than the other. They take care of each other the best they can.

obsidianglass wrote One of the boys is trapped in a burning building (he's pinned by something) and the other won't leave his side. The trapped one keeps insisting that his brother leave, but he won't.
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IT'S LIKE WEEPY: spn: man on the runcaithream on August 28th, 2009 06:56 pm (UTC)
!!!!!!

Stanford era: Sam left. Dad left. Somehow Dean's gotta suck it up and do the job by himself.
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klutzy_girlklutzy_girl on August 28th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
Sam is hurt in a car accident with the Impala after "Lucifer Rising". He thinks it'll be another thing that Dean's mad at him about, but Dean takes care of his brother.
annj_g80: wantedSamannj_g80 on August 28th, 2009 08:40 pm (UTC)
It's the irony of the whole situation that gets him.

There they are, driving like madmen away from the Holy Ground of the chapel where he opened the door for Lucifer, Dean's hands vise-like around the steering wheel and then...

He wakes up and wishes he hadn't. The engine of the car is still ticking every now and then, obviously not yet cooled down. Other sounds overshadow the oppressing silence. An owl is hooting in a distance, questioning. Mocking. It is answered by another owl, farther away. It's like they're talking and Sam doesn't feel so alone any more.

But he is alone. The driver seat is empty. The door wide open, hanging slightly askew. When they crashed, the impact must have twisted the hinges badly. Sam thinks it's funny that every time something bad happens to them, the Impala seems involved. Dean must be pissed. His baby suffers as much from their job, as they do. To bad he can't be repaired with some spare parts.

But seriously, this is not what bothers Sam. It's the fact that he is alone.

After he woke up, disorientated, he had called for Dean.

“Are you okay, Dean?” - “Dean, are you there?” - “Dean? I ... can't move.” - “Dean?...”

He had stopped calling for his brother, not expecting an answer any more. Maybe there just would be no more answers. Maybe, his brother has decided, he had talked enough. Has gotten out of the car and left him alone in this forest, in the middle of the night. Ditched him like a disobedient dog. Bleeding to death because there is a freaking pole sticking in his side (where the hell had that come from, anyway?), pinning him to the seat. That pretty much sucks the most, though.

Yes, it's definitely the irony of the whole situation that gets him. He's fleeing from the apocalypse, dying in a wrecked car and Dean has left the sinking ship. In a way, Sam is glad not having to face Dean right now. Because awkward would have been the understatement of the century.

“Okay, Sam. I forgive you for opening hell on earth. I forgive you for dooming the earth and – well – bringing mankind everlasting terror and death and the fires of the pits. Now you can die in peace, what d'ya say, dude?”

Sure.

What a scene. Sam giggles hysterically and in the same moment, wishes Dean were here so bad that for just a little second the excruciating pain in his side subsides to an angry itch whereas his heart rears up like a panicking horse.

But Dean is gone. Was already gone when Sam had opened his eyes to be greeted by darkness, the smell of oil, undergrowth and gas and the fact that he is dying alone because Dean had every right to be angry at him.

It's not fair. Which doesn't mean he doesn't deserve it.

The owl is hooting once more, closer now and more frantic, urgent, until it deflates again. A crescendo of emotions that's dying rapidly, taking awareness away with it until it's not the darkness of the night that presses in on him but the inner sides of his eyelids. Not even the fierce pain can keep him awake.

It seems like seconds later when someone is slapping warm hands against his cold cheek and at first Sam doesn't understand what is being said.

“I brought help. Everything will be alright, Sammy. I promise!”

Then, Sam decides, apocalypse can wait just a little bit longer.

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klutzy_girlklutzy_girl on August 28th, 2009 07:06 pm (UTC)
Sam falls down the steps and ends up with a concussion. The concussed Sammy lets loose with the fact that he thinks Dean hates him now and doesn't love him anymore. Dean convinces him otherwise and takes care of Sam when he gets sick.
Kris: fightdontknowmyname on August 29th, 2009 04:26 am (UTC)
Part 1/3
So I've never done one of these before and this is probably to long or something. I hope you like it though, and I'm sorry for the errors lol.

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Dean suddenly stopped at the top of the stairs, a noise from below him catching his attention. Forgetting that Sam was behind him, he turned around a bit too quickly, flashlight and shotgun at the ready, slamming directly into his brother’s face.

The force and shock had Sam teetering dangerously on the steps and before Dean could even react, Sam was rolling backwards down the wooden stairs.

His feet seemed to be glued in place as he helplessly watched Sam’s head break the fall at the landing. It took him a few moments to snap out of his daze but within seconds of coming around he was down the stairs and at Sam’s side.

“Come on, Sammy,” His coached. “Wake up, buddy.”

Sam remained silent, his head resting limp in Dean’s shaking hands.

Without even a second thought, Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s chest, letting his brother’s head fall backward against his shoulder as he dragged Sam out to the Impala. The hunt could wait another day or two, point driven home when Dean pushed Sam into the seat and noticed the blood now staining his shirt.

“You’re doing the laundry next, little brother.”

He carefully shut the passenger door and climbed into the driver’s side, peeling wheels out of the old driveway and breaking every speed limit back to their motel. If Sam didn’t wake up soon, he’d be rushing them to the nearest hospital but for now their motel would do.

“D’n?” Sam’s eyes weren’t open yet but he could see the moment behind Sam’s eyelids.

Easing the car up to the front of their room, Dean quickly shut the ignition off and rushed around to Sam’s side, carefully opening to door Sam was now resting against. He propped himself between the door and Sam, gently pulling Sam from the car and into their room before his brother completely woke up.

It was great that Sam was awake, but Dean would really prefer it if Sam didn’t get sick in the Impala or on him.

He gently lowered Sam onto the closest bed and pushed until his brother was lying on his back, head resting against the pillows. Sam’s eyes had finally opened and the confusion clouding them definitely worried him.

“You with me, Sammy?” He smiled.

Sam didn’t say anything as his eyes started drifting closed again but Dean quickly hopped up and barked at Sam to stay awake as he ran into the bathroom. He grabbed the bottle of aspirin, filled a glass of water, and grabbed the tiny trash can from beside the sink before heading back to Sam.
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the island of conclusions: shirt-clutchingariadnes_string on August 28th, 2009 07:11 pm (UTC)
Quarantine

(Angst-level of your choosing. You don't have to go all Croatoan--though you can if you like)
Working for the Mandroid: Walk Togethermoonshayde on August 29th, 2009 04:14 pm (UTC)
Unbound Part 1
I suck at commentfic. This is in multiple parts, unbetaed and full of errors. Early S4.
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Sam burst into his motel room. The dead weight of Dean's upper back and shoulders pressed against his chest as he backed into the room, while his two companions lifted and carried his feet. They were careful not to trip on anything as they moved toward the bed and dumped Dean's body onto the sheets.

Immediately, Sam went to work. He uncoiled rope from his bag and started to tie down Dean's hands and feet to the metal bed frame. He tried not to look at the boils that were forming on Dean's arms or his face. There would be time to worry about that part later.

"This isn't going to work," one of his companions, a hunter who only went by the name Smith, told him as he stood by the bedside. Sam had become acquainted with Smith during Dean's time in Hell, much to his chagrin, but he wasn't denying the hunter's help this time.

"We have to try something," Sam said.

"Try what?" asked the other hunter, a woman Sam didn't know. "There is no cure."

"Tabby's right," Smith said. "Once infected, there's no going back. We've got thirty minutes tops before he's contagious."

One look at Dean and Sam knew they were right. The spots on Dean's face and neck had already turned a bluish color, when just ten minutes ago they had been an innocent shade of pink. The bacteria worked at an alarming rate, and once it came to the surface, Sam knew no quarantine would prevent an outbreak.

But he couldn't give up. Dean had been back a month. He couldn't lose him all over again.

"You and me both know we can't let this spread," Smith said. "The diseases the bunyip carries spread fast."

"It's main objective is to infect as many people as it can." He heard Tabby swear. "Bringing him back into the city was a stupid rookie mistake."

"Tabby," hissed Smith.

"Its true. I would've thought a Winchester would know better."

"I wasn't going to let him die in the swamp," Sam said. He turned to her, his face dark. "This is my brother."

"Then be a good brother and do something." She motioned to Dean's unconscious body. "Don't let him be the cause of an epidemic. You know what you have to do."

Sam knew. The bacteria couldn't thrive if its host's tissues stopped functioning. The best way – the only standard way – to stop this supernatural disease was to take out victim zero.

Yet, if these hunters knew anything about Sam, they would know he was anything but standard.

Smith must have sensed Sam's hesitation. He stepped forward and withdrew his 35mm. "I can do it for you."

Sam shook his head. "I'll do it. It has to be me."

With a nod, Smith stepped back. He didn't seem convinced, but at least he gave Sam room to breathe.

"He's going to awaken soon," Tabby said. "The first thing he'll do is beg you to untie him. It's not him. It's the disease talking. Don't listen. You got it?"

"I got it."

Sam edged closer to the bed. For now, Dean looked peaceful, as if he were just in a deep sleep. When the bacteria roused him, he knew this would be much harder.

"I need to do it alone." He glanced over his shoulder. "Leave."

Tabby hesitated, as did Smith, and it was apparent they didn't trust him to do the job.

"Stay outside. You'll know when it's done," Sam said quietly.

They finally relented and moved to the door. With a soft click, the door shut, and Sam found himself alone with his diseased brother.

Sam cursed whoever brought the creature from Australia. If they had left well enough alone, he wouldn't be in this predicament right now.

He shook his head and signed. "Why did you have to jump in front of it?"

Then, what he feared the most happened. Dean started to stir.

He opened his bloodshot eyes. "Sam?"

(continued...)
Unbound Part 2 - moonshayde on August 29th, 2009 04:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Kimmer: brothers2kimmer1227 on August 28th, 2009 07:14 pm (UTC)
One of the boys falls down a well.
Alayautsusemia on September 8th, 2009 02:44 am (UTC)
A Layman's Guide to Middle English
Warning: language!
(also, my very first comment fic ever! I hope this is okay and even close to what you were hoping for).

A Layman's Guide to Middle English

"Fuck. Fuckfuckfucking fuck."

"Uh...you okay there, Dean?"

"Fucking McFuck fuck!"

"Dude, seriously..."

"Fuck!"

"English, dude."

"Fuck is English. They say 'fuck' in Beowulf. If it's in Beowulf it's totally English."

"Anglo-Saxon, actually."

"Do not fucking start with that whan that aprill shit, Sam."

"The droghte of marche hath--"

"Sam!"

"Sorry. Muscle memory."

"Could have used some of that with Grendel's baby up there."

"He threw me!"

"Sammy, you know, guns are generally more useful when you pull the fucking...fuck!"

"Dean! Where are you?"

"Down."

"Down where?"

"Here."

"Helpful. Would this be easier in Anglo-Saxon?"

"Fuck."

"Nice, Dean."

"How do you say 'Well' in Beowulf, genius-boy?"

"Well? Like, 'how are you doing today?' well or..."

"Down a well, well."

"Like, baby Jessica?"

"No, not like fucking baby Jessica! Like...something more manly."

"In a well."

"Yeah."

"Like, Lorena Bobbitt tossing it out the drivers' side window, manly?"

"Fuck...no, Sammy! How much Jerry Springer did you watch, anyway?"

"You left it on."

"Only thing that would...shut you up."

"You doing all right down there, baby Jessica?"

"I'm...fuck."

"Not fine, then."

"Yeah. My arm...making this...climbing out of here plan...tricky."

"Just hold on, Dean. Let me find a rope or something."

"Awesome."

"Dean...where's the rope? And the flashlight?"

"About that, Sammy..."

"Christ, did you drop them somewhere around here? I can barely see a--"

"Sam!"

"Oh, fuck."

"Ditto."

"That is so not Anglo-Saxon."

END
Re: A Layman's Guide to Middle English - kimmer1227 on September 8th, 2009 11:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
IT'S LIKE WEEPY: spn: i taste goooood!caithream on August 28th, 2009 07:15 pm (UTC)
Dean gets a wicked bad sunburn.
chiiyo86chiiyo86 on August 30th, 2009 10:56 am (UTC)
Let the Sun Shine, part one
He hadn't noticed anything wrong, at first. They'd spent the afternoon in the woods, looking for the remains of Maynard Sidebottoms - the name endlessly amused Dean - and there had been wind cooling the air and soothing the burn of the sun. He hadn't felt anything.

But now they were back at the motel, and Sam took a look at him and said, a hint of laughter in his voice: "Wow, dude, you're red!"

"I'm not," Dean retorted on cue, but he still went in the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.

He was, indeed, as red as a tomato. His forehead, his nose, his cheeks. His neck, also, especially where it meets his shoulders. A dreadful feeling was creeping over him and he looked down on himself; the skin on his arms were of a bright red. And there was worse. An unfortunate turn of fate had caused all his jeans to be dirty at the same time, and he'd been obliged to wear some old shorts - it was that or walking around in his boxers. In consequence, his legs were as red as a lobster from a little above his knees to his ankles.

"Holy shit!" he muttered under his breath."Fuck!"

Now that he was aware of it, he could feel that his skin was hot all over, like he had a fever. Not only was he looking completely ridiculous, but he just knew he was soon going to be in a world of hurt.

He went out of the bathroom. Sam looked him up and down, and let out a whistle.

"Turned around," he said.

Dean just glared, so Sam walked around him, watching him with amused interest like he was a fucking circus attraction.

"You really did a number on yourself," he commented.

"Fuck you."

Sam brushed off the curse.

"You should go wash yourself," he said. "I'm going to buy you some cream for your sunburns."

He shot a last look at Dean before he left the room, smirking, the bastard, because of course he wasn't burned, just tanned.

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klutzy_girlklutzy_girl on August 28th, 2009 07:16 pm (UTC)
AU fic where John has a heart attack during "Dead Man's Blood" in the hotel room.
Kimmer: brothers2kimmer1227 on August 28th, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
Health scare. Non supernatural related.
klutzy_girlklutzy_girl on August 28th, 2009 07:20 pm (UTC)
Dean falls down a hill.
obsidianglass on August 31st, 2009 11:12 pm (UTC)
A/N: Okay, not much comfort, but plenty of hurt for Dean. I suppose Sam helping him walk would be part of the comfort *shrugs*

Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after, Dean remembered that rhyme as he himself tumbled down the rocky hill. He and Sam had been running to lure a Wendigo from his hiding place when Dean had lost his footing and fell head over heels down the hill. He could hear Sam calling his name above him on the top of the hill as he fell. Dean tried to reach out and grab something that would halt his sharp descent, but the effort was in vain. A moment later, he came to the end where it dropped off and Dean felt something strike his head hard before he lost his vision to black. What seemed like hours later, he felt his entire world shaking. First thought was: oh crap, earthquake! The second thought was: what the Hell? There's no earthquakes here!

Dean opened his eyes to see Sam looming over him with wide, puppy-dog concerned eyes.

"You okay?" he demanded.

"Yeah?" Dean answered, more like a question rather than a statement.

"Yeah? C'mon," Sam pulled him to his feet, throwing one of Dean's arms over his shoulders. Dean's vision tilted and spun every which way possible, but he remained upright somehow.

Sam pulled him to the Impala which felt miles away and set him in the backseat.

"I wanna drive!" Dean protested.

"Nuhuh," Sam shook his head even though Dean couldn't see it and started the engine, "Not if you want to get us both killed."
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mimblexwimblemimblexwimble on August 28th, 2009 07:22 pm (UTC)
The Voicemail of Doom. Without any excessive guilt or weepiness, please. Dean's trying to figure out their plan of action, holed up in a motel room after Lucifer's release. Sam's slightly perturbed that he's not dead yet. At some point he pulls out his cell phone and listens to the message - which is still there in all its painful glory. Dean (after all the secret phone calls of the past few months) wants to know what Sam's listening to.
YayCoffeeyaycoffee on August 30th, 2009 04:16 pm (UTC)
Where to Start
Dean had been staring at the same spot on the wall paper for almost an hour. If he looked at it hard enough, the mottled metallic design started to look like a bear, or a sea monster, or an airplane. Sometimes, though, it looked like the face of a person--gold and bronze dots converging into an ugly face, sneering, laughing. He scrubbed a hand across his face, and shook his head. He needed to move. They needed to move. But where? Lucifer had been out of his little cage for eight hours now, and for the life of him, Dean couldn't figure out where to even fucking start.

Sam hadn't said a word. Not one word that wasn't a one-syllable answer to a direct question, and that was fine. Given the choice between sharing-and-caring and silent brooding, Dean was fine for now with the second. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know where to start with that, either.

He stood up quickly, no longer able to stare at the wall any more. He went to the bathroom and washed his face, letting the mundane task of keeping the soap out of his eyes give him something else to focus on. When he came back out, Sam was still stretched out in the same spot on the bed, eyes at the ceiling, phone to his ear, feet dangling off the end at the ankles, because it was too short. Or because Sam was too tall.

Sam had had that damn phone to his ear near to constantly since they'd gotten to the room, and when Dean emerged from the bathroom, Sam actually met his eyes for almost a full second before he turned his attention back to the ceiling, cutting the phone off quickly with a jab of his thumb.

Dean thought about asking what that was about, but he didn't. He wasn't sure he really cared enough to actually form words.

The next morning, Sam was already up and in the shower when Dean woke up. They needed to get to Bobby's. They needed to get the Impala back. So, that was a start.

Sam had left his phone on the middle of the bed, in the space where he'd pushed down the comforter and top sheet. It stood out starkly against the thin white of the cheap motel cotton, and Dean listened to the noise of the shower running.

He picked up the phone and pulled up the call log. The only entries to be seen were to voicemail.

Dean held down the one button until he heard the it switch on, and he listened.

And he listened.

And he listened again.

And he hated the angels.

The phone was still at his ear when Sam came out, towel slung around his hips, water dripping from the ends of his hair, falling into his face, trailing down the side of his neck. He looked at Dean, and his lips went into a tight line. Without a word, he pulled his duffel onto the bed and began grabbing clothes.

Dean shut the phone off and cleared his throat.

"Sam," he said. Sam didn't look at him. "Sam," he said again.

Sam sighed heavy and deep, but he looked Dean's way.

"Every single goddamn word of that message was bullshit."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah. You didn't mean a word, right?" Sam's voice was ice and sand.

"No," Dean said. "I didn't."

Sam snorted.

"Because I didn't actually say any of them." He threw the phone hard against Sam's bed, where it bounced once and slid to the floor.

Sam let the pair of socks he had in his hand drop the short distance to the bed. "What?"

"That was not from me."

Sam's face twisted, the lines of his lips and eyes and chin and forehead snarling into something Dean couldn't name. But that only lasted for a second before the lines were mostly back to where they belonged, though they were set and hard.

"Ruby," Sam said.

Dean felt a muscle in is jaw jump.

Sam took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "What did you say?"

And now, Dean found the words. This was a start.

~~End~~

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Kimmer: brothers2kimmer1227 on August 28th, 2009 07:22 pm (UTC)
Young Sam has his first clown related freakout. Big brothers are awesome!

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donutsweeperdonutsweeper on August 28th, 2009 08:49 pm (UTC)
Coulrophobia
Sammy Winchester was not afraid of monsters. Or the dark. Or what might be living in the closet. Or things under the bed. He laughed at werewolves, black cats and small places. And he thought there was nothing better than a super loud thunderstorm, especially if the lightning was bright enough to see that red flash behind closed eyes.

That said, during the school field trip to the circus, Sam discovered that there was one thing, just one, that he was afraid of. Deathly afraid of. Clowns. Not your happy, friendly, give a little wave kind of clown like Ronald McDonald, these clowns were creepy. They had scary, out of proportion faces with huge smiles and shoes that were WAY too big for their feet. Like ten times to big. Why did they wear shoes so big? What were they trying to hide?

Two of the clowns were tossing balloons filled with confetti to each other and once in a while throwing them at the kids in the crowd. Sam bit his lip and ducked every time one came anywhere near the row where he was sitting. He didn't want any of that crap getting all over him. The other kids were shrieking, but not out of fear. No, they seemed to actually be liking the evil things.

Sammy looked around, where was Dean? Dean would keep him safe from the awful clowns. Dean wouldn't let them do anything to him. Dean always protected him. Why'd Dean have to sit with his class? Why couldn't the stupid teachers let them sit together? Who cared that they weren't in the same grade, Dean was his big brother. He needed Dean.

Just then a clown ran up the stairs and right up to where their school was sitting. "Well hey there kid!" he shouted and pulled Sammy to his feet, grabbing his hand and shaking it up and down really hard. "Want to smell my flower?" And before Sammy had a chance to say no the clown shoved the flower right in his face and suddenly Sammy was sprayed with some kind of smelly water.

"NO!!!!" Sammy screamed and burst into tears.

"Hey, kid, look, I'm sorry."

The clown reached out like he was going to grab Sammy, but Sammy wasn't having any of that. Sammy kicked and punched everything of that creepy clown he could reach, crying and shouting, "DEAN!!!!! DEAN!!!"

"Get away from my brother you curly haired freak! Sammy! Sammy, I got you. I'm here." Strong arms wrapped themselves around Sammy.

"Dean," Sammy sobbed.

"It's okay, I got you. I'm here, I'm right here."

Sammy took a shaky breath and opened his eyes. Dean. Dean was there, talking to him. "No mean ol' clowns gonna get you. Not unless they go through me first. All right, kiddo?" Dean turned to Sammy's teacher. "I'm taking my brother to sit with me."

Mr. Jamison shook his head and said, "I'm afraid you can't do that, Sam Winchester must remain-"

But Dean interrupted, "I don't care if it's against some stupid rule. My little brother is going to sit with me or I'm telling my Dad that you let some strange guy grab him and believe me, Dad's gonna be real pissed at that. Come on, Sammy." Dean took Sammy's hand and, without letting Mr. Jamison say another word, walked back to the row where his class was sitting.

"Clowns, Sammy?" Dean said, laughing as he pulled Sammy up on his lap. "You're afraid of clowns? Wait till Dad hears about that!"

"Deeeean," Sammy whined, rubbing the tears off his face and settled back, safe within his brother's arm.
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Sam's deaf - for a day.
Callisto: S/D driver/shotguncallistosh65 on August 28th, 2009 09:13 pm (UTC)
Um.. I made him mute as well for some reason.

When he knew for sure that it was a 24 hour thing; after he’d made Bobby swear on his dad’s journal and gotten cuffed on the head and called an idiot for his pains, then and only then did Dean figure it was probably going to be one of the best days ever.

He cranked Metallica up so loud it shook his hands through the steering wheel. And he cracked up every single time he looked across and saw Sam serenely staring out the side window. He sang as loudly and obnoxiously as he knew how, slapping the dash, the seat, even Sam’s shoulder with his palms as he did so. But the latter got him a solid thump back, so he went back to improvising rude words about Sam’s anatomy at the top of his lungs to the lyrics of ‘Lady Evil’.

At lunch he yanked the pen and paper Sam was trying to scribble something on out of his hands, hogged the menu, and promptly ordered his brother the same heart attack on a plate he was having because hey, what was the bitch face without the accompanying whine?

But by late afternoon the music was back to normal, and he was looking at his watch and wondering where he’d tossed the pen. Sam waggled his fingers in a clear ‘what’s wrong?’ gesture, but Dean shrugged him off. It was fucking ridiculous. He’d done without Sam’s voice for two whole years, he could cope without it for one freaking day. So he drove on and bought Sam a salad and an apple when they finally stopped for the night.

Sam’s first word from the crib had been Dean, so when Sam shook his head, cleared his throat and said it again at one minute past midnight, then Dean had no choice but to step up and surprise his brother with a fierce one-arm hug.

“You missed me, huh?”

“Dude, you were right there.”

“I know, but you bought me salad.”

“Shut up.”

“And an apple. Aww..”

“Shut up. Never buying you anything ever again. Just... just no more curses, okay? No more correcting angry witches when they’re mid-spell.”

Sam laughed and Dean let him go.

“I promise. Now let’s go eat, man. You have the shittiest taste in salads.”

******

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One boy is hurt, the other is sick. The sick one finds himself in the position of having to take care of the hurt one.
wave_obscurawave_obscura on August 29th, 2009 04:52 am (UTC)
Big Red Plus from LaLa Land, Part I
A/N: This is probably not what you had in mind, but… delirious!Dean insisted on telling the story, and well… he’s really, really delirious. I’m sorry, I have no idea where this came from :( *hangs head in shame*

Big Red Plus from LaLa Land
By wave obscura

From somewhere that his body isn’t Dean can still hear Sam clucking but the words are slurped down the vortex with snippets of Daddy, of Bobby, of that stupid bitch with the lateral lisp from… where was it? Seattle.

Dean’s head is waves of acid. Both drugs and burning both. And somewhere Sam is still talking.

“…not feeling good… real quick, Dean… salt and burn… then to bed… promise…”

He doesn’t know the promise but knows Sammy wouldn’t ever promise something bad, would he? Because Sammy… Sammy what?

Something presses against what must be his shoulder, his cheek against flat cold clear watery--- window. Car. Sam. Driving. And shit.

“…real quick… Dean… back…”

Air rushes in from his left side. Smells like graveyard. The trunk slams and the world rumbles and goddamn it’s so fucking hot.

There was this beautiful chick from Seattle— god, he hates the sound of his Impala-the-beautiful trying to rumble up all them goddamn hills— who was sooo good at polling the electorate but shit, the fucking way she talked like she was choking on her own tongue—and Daddy said beef tongue is what you’re eating tonight, goddamn it it’s fulla protein, and you’re too old to be calling me Daddy so grab your fork— her talk wasn’t as hot as her mouth even though no woman is ever too old to call Dean Daddy— it’s fucking hot now, though, cause Sammy needs to turn the heat motherfucking off cause the seats are melting into the… into the…

Sammy’s talking again. It’s too bad he can't hear the real world anymore—and what’s real anyway, cause fuck, man, if it’s not salty and burny what good is it?

“…bad…mother…fucker… Dean…”

Sometimes Sammy gets this eek in his voice and the eek always makes him think of her. She was shaped like the ‘70s. His only friend besides Sammy—his name was Jimmy or Joe or Tommy or something– told him it was the ‘70s bra that made the cone shape and—

“…Dean… please…”

The car tips and spins and it’s hot and if that happens one more time stomach’s gonna be like “everybody out!” and shit so Sammy—

“Dean… help.”

He could go forever without hearing that word ever again, cause it’s like pressure, every time someone looks at you with big shiny eyes and says help it makes your muscles feel two sizes too big but also fail fail fail fail fail—

Wait. Help?

Dean’s body twitches until he locates his eyes held together by goo. Then he find his arms and then his hands and then his fingers and he wipes at the goo and looks to his left and there’s Sammy and he’s bleeding and looking at Dean like can you please cut my beef tongue into little pieces and oh fuck my girlfriend’s dead please don’t let this destroy me, Dean, please.

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Kimmer: brothers2kimmer1227 on August 28th, 2009 07:28 pm (UTC)
Drugged out Sam asks Dean to read him a story. Or vice versa.
wave_obscurawave_obscura on August 29th, 2009 06:30 am (UTC)
Happy Hunter, Part I
AWESOME PROMPT.

Note: The story is from a long out-of-print I Can Read Book called Lucille, by Arnold Lobel. I chopped out unnecessary parts.

Happy Hunter
By wave obscura

“Lucille,” Sam says, and that’s how Dean knows the extra Percocet is doing the trick. “Tell me Lucille.”

“Okay, Sammy,” he replies, patting his brother on the head. “Whatever you say.”

Sam scowls blearily up at him. “Dean. I wanna hear Lucille.”

Dean sits at the foot of his brother’s bed. “You’re not six, bro. You’re almost twenty-seven and you’re out of it because some bitch shot you in the shoulder last night.”

“I fuggin know that,” Sam slurs. “Juss tell me a fuggin story.”

“Lucille, Sam? Seriously?”

“Surrrisly.”

“We lost that book ages ago.”

“You mesmorized—memorized it.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

Okay. Maybe he did have it memorized. But— “It’s a picture book, Sam. What good’s a picture book without pictures?”

Sam lets out a single, explosive “HA!” Then his eyes close and Dean crosses his fingers, willing them to just please stay shut.

But nope. Sam’s eyes open again. “You sound like Allisonwonderland. I member tha pick-shurs. Tell me, Dean.”

“Christ, Sam,” Dean huffs. “Okay. ‘This is Lucille.’”

“Lucille’sa red horse.”

“She sure was, Sam. Now stop interrupting or we’re never gonna get through this. Okay. ‘Lucille belongs to a farmer. She pulls the farm’s plow and works very hard in the fields.”

“Verrr hard,” Sam echoes.

“’Sometimes Lucille sees herself in a puddle. It makes her sad. ‘I am dull and dirty, says Lucille.’”

“’What is wrong with being dirty?’ asks the small pig,’” Sam says with a ridiculous grin. “’I am dirty.’”

“’Pigs are supposed to be dirty,’ says Lucille. ‘I’m tired of it.’”

“’So terred.’”

“Sam, shut up. Please. Anyway… uh… One day the farmer’s wife comes to Lucille. ‘Tomorrow we are going shopping in town,’ she says. Lucille takes the farmer and his wife to town. She sees a beautiful white dress in the store window. The farmer’s wife buys the dress for Lucille. ‘Look at Lucille,’ says the farmer’s wife. ‘Isn’t she grand?’ ‘Yes,’ says the farmer sadly. ‘She is too grand to help me plow my fields.’”

“’The small pig sees Lucille comin’ down tha road. Was alla that stuff you has on?’" Sam giggles with pleasure. No really. He giggles. "S’what he said, Dean.’”

“Very good Sammy, you’re a freakin’ genius. Now shut it. So, the horse says, ‘these are my new clothes and now I’m a lady, so get out of my way.’ Cause now, you know, she’s all uppity with her fancy-ass clothes and thinks she’s better than the pig—“

“Don’ change thastory, Dean! Juss. Tell it.”

Dean wipes his mouth and shakes his head a little. Christ.

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Dean at 18, Sam at 14.

Dean's sick, John's AWOL, and Sam's scared out of his wits; he stays up all night tending to Dean.
maychorian: Wee Sammaychorian on August 29th, 2009 12:56 pm (UTC)
For the Ocelot
Dad wouldn't have left if he knew it was going to get this bad. This is what Sam told himself. Dad wouldn't have left. He wouldn't.

But he had left. He had left. And it had gotten this bad. It had gotten really, really bad.

"Dean, will you drink some water? C'mon, you gotta drink."

Dean tossed his head on the motel pillow, hair pasted to his forehead with sweat. He muttered something about "the gun, Dad, don't let that fucker jam on you," then subsided back into silence, only his harsh pants breaking the hot stillness.

"Dean. Dean, please. It's Sam. You gotta come back from this. I dunno what to do. Dean, please."

At the repeated call of his name, Dean's head slid toward Sam, and his eyes finally cracked open, bright and glazed and watchful. "Sa'mee?"

Sam grinned in relief and held up the water glass. "Drink, Dean. You gotta drink."

"S'it alcoholic?" Dean slurred. "'Cause that, that ud be awe sum."

"You have a fever, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes. "Alcohol is a dehydrator. This's water."

A flash of disappointment darkened Dean's face, but his eyes gave a sluggish twinkle, reluctantly lucid, playing along. "S-sp'lsport."

"Besides, you're too young to drink," Sam added primly.

Dean's gaze rolled away, drifting again.

"Dean! C'mon, man, stick with me."

Sam put his shoulder under Dean's, working hard to lever him up into a sitting position. Dean was big and well-muscled, and Sam was just a shrimpy freshman, so it didn't go particularly well. "Dean! C'mon, help me out here. Dean!"

Again the older boy responded to his name, head jerking up almost sheepishly, as if he'd caught himself nodding off in class. "Sorry, sorry," he murmured. "Help you out, Sammy, yeah, I got this."

Dean didn't "got this," not even close, but Sam pretended that he did. He got his big brother up against the headboard and poured some water down his throat, then set to work untangling the blankets and sheets that had gotten twisted around Dean's waist and legs. Dean leaned there, glassy-eyed, absently reached up to poke the bandage around his left shoulder, then hissed and let that hand fall.

"Sa'mee... wha' happened? D'I screw up?"

"No, Dean, you didn't screw up," Sam said patiently. They'd had this conversation at least a dozen times since Dean's fever first got high enough to scramble his brains around. "You got bit by the cuca, remember? It wasn't anybody's fault. Didn't know mutant alligators could waddle that fast."

"D'we geddit?" Yep, the same question that always followed.

"Not quite," Sam said. "You got it in the tail, though, so there's a blood trail."

"Where's Dad? He goin' after it?" Right on cue.

"Yeah, he went after it. It's okay, dude. Dad's got this one. You just relax and get some sleep."

Sam wasn't used to being the one to say those words, wasn't used to offering reassurance to a worried brother over an AWOL dad. He was in charge, though, just for now, just till Dad got back, and he'd said this one a bunch of times. Dad's got this one. For Dean, that meant everything was better than good.
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