Genre: Gen, Hurt/comfort, hurt!Sam, hurt!Dean, angsty!John, preseries (Dean 21, Sam 17)
Word Count: ~15,000 in three parts
Summary: Sam screwed up -- his father and brother are hurt because of him and he deserves to feel the pain he is in.
For the oh_sam comment fic meme prompt here by nblaque_impala : http://ohsam.livejournal.com/497368.
Sorry, y'all -- this is unbeta'd and all mistakes are completely mine.
( Only Human )
Title: I Cannot Save You, I Can't Even Save Myself
Genre: Gen, hurt/comfort, horror, angst
Word Count: 2500
Summary: My Bloody Valentine AU: The demons sent to Sam while he was handcuffed to the sink can't get to him and his hunger for their blood drives him to go to extreme measures.
Sorry, this is unbeta'd ...
Written for khakigrrl 's prompt at the Anything Goes: SPN Hellatus Comment-fic Meme:Slight change to My Bloody Valentine. Instead of just handcuffing Sam and pushing an armoir in front of the bathroom door, Dean also puts a devil's trap on the door and a salt line around the armoir to seal off the door. The demons still arrive, but they have to figure out how to get rid of the salt line and get through the devil's trap to get to Sam. In the meantime, Sam can smell them and it pushes him to crazy extremes, like all the other affected people. He tears up his wrists, breaks a few bones in his hands/wrists, and badly dislocates a thumb before he can slip off one of the cuffs. He also hurts a knee trying to kick down the door before hurting his arm and shoulder flinging his body against the door before he can get the heavy armoir out of the way. Everything else proceeds as canon, but Sam can't exactly go to a hospital when he's detoxing.
( I Cannot Save You, I Can't Even Save Myself )
Genre: Gen, slight angst, a little humor
Summary: It's way too tight to fit anymore and he hasn’t tried to wear it in over a year, but he just can’t bring himself to throw it out.
A/N: Written to fill strgazr04's prompt at the Anything Goes: SPN Hellatus Comment-fic Meme : Sam's greyhound tshirt post s1. "Dude, why do you even still have that thing? There's no way it'll come close to fitting you now, Sammy." Dean doesn't notice the sentimental look that passes over Sam's face.
( T-shirts and Greyhounds )
Genre: gen/humor, outside POV
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: Written for the Outsider POV Meme at spn_bigpretzel for a prompt by lolaann1 : You see a lot of weird characters when you're a cashier at Wal Mart, but she's never seen this: Two extremely banged up young men with an entire buggy filled with bags of rock salt and table salt. What's the deal with all the salt? And one of them is really cranky!
Sorry y'all -- this is un-beta'd and quickly written, so it more than likely breaks many rules of conventional English.
You also might be able to tell that I have worked as a cashier before and it is not a career I would wish on anyone.
( Check Out )
The first one is from a prompt by purplecarpets :They're suffering through a horrible, evil heatwave, the A/C is dead, Dean's leg is in a cast all the way up to his knee (he might have a couple of broken-off pencils stuck in there, too) and seriously Sammy, stop hiding the remote control and for the love of God, no, please don't read stories to Dean, especially not if you found them on your summer reading list.
( The Stupid Summer )
( Won't See 'em Again Till the 4th of July )
This second one is from lolaann1 's prompt: Some illegal fireworks,Bobby's salvage yard, two bored kids. What could possibly go wrong?
Category: angst, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 5,300
Summary: Dean and Cas are back to reunite with Sam, but they've still been gone for far longer than Sam would have liked.
A/N: This is a sequel to another post 7x23 story I wrote called El Jesús de la Montaña and reading that story first would be essential to understanding this one. I usually don't write sequels, but this one is more like it's just the next chapter I should have wrote with the first one.
*****I also want to give a big shout out and thank-you to ephemerall for beta'ing this and for being so encouraging and a great friend -- thanks, Hon!!!!!
( Return to Sender )
That Shaggy Dog
“When I said that Sam might need a disguise, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“Why not? No one will ever suspect that this is Sam Winchester.”
“Yeah, I get that … but, uh … Sam’s a dog.”
“Yes, a Bernese Mountain Dog to be precise.”
“He’s a giant furball … look at him -- He’s friggin’ huge.”
“I thought this breed matched Sam’s appearance and temperament best.”
“No, Sam … don’t do that! Get down!”
“He seems to enjoy hugging your leg.”
“This isn’t hugging, Cas. Change him back – change him back right the hell NOW!”
These eight little stories were my contribution to the effort. Each is about 100 words long, starting from when Sam was just a cute, floppy-haired little boy, to a cute, floppy-haired adult. There is no plot, rhyme or reason to any of these -- they're all just fluff -- some funny, some so sweet they'll rot your teeth.
You should check out the other drabbles:
Team Sam's drabbles are here
Team Dean's drabbles are here
( Eight Little Notes )
Category: hurt/comfort, allergic/sneezy/sick!Sam
Rating: PG-13 for some bad language
Word Count: 2,245
Summary: Unlike many people, Sam's not a big fan of springtime -- not when his immune system is trying to kill him.
A/N: As I sniffle and sneeze my way through May, I couldn't help but be inspired by cowboyguy 's prompt at the ohsam comment fic meme which you can see here: http://ohsam.livejournal.com/456108.
Also, this was quickly written and un-beta'd so I apologize ahead of time for all of the mistakes.
( F***ing Spring )
Word Count: 2,900
Summary: Dean's expertise at field surgery is put to the test.
A/N: Written for a prompt by madebyme_x who wrote this for the ohsam comment fic meme: Without a hospital nearby, Dean is forced to carry out some emergency surgery on Sam (ie a chest tube or something equally as serious). Maybe Dean calls someone for advice and they guide him through it step by step or maybe he has to do some super fast research and he's all on his own.
Gen with plenty of h/c, freaked out Dean and maybe even some supportive Sam telling Dean everything will be OK and that he trusts his brother.
Warning: this unbeta'd and most likely a crime against the English language. Also, I'm not a medical expert by any stretch of the imagination and most of the medical stuff in this is completely made up, so don't try this at home, kids.
( Of Little Brothers and Pointy Things )
Title: More Like Me
Word Count: 7,300
Summary: Can Bobby convince Sam and Dean that they aren't acting like themselves?
This was written for the spn_bigpretzel fic exchange and for jennytork who came up with this prompt: Semi-body swap -- Their skill sets get switched -- Suddenly Sam can do mechanical stuff and Dean is the knife wizard. Their personal likes and dislikes get switched too. And they DON'T REGISTER IT.
Special thanks to ficwriter1966 who beta'd this, gave me some great words of encouragement, and offered some super suggestions. My original first draft, well ... it rather sucked ... and she really gave me some great tips on how to improve it. Thanks!!!!
Also big thanks to quickreaver for her lovely art -- I feel so honored to have her talent added to this story! Check out the her art masterpost for this fic here: http://quickreaver.livejournal.com/
( More Like Me )
Title: Whether 'tis Nobler in the Mind to Suffer
Genre: Sam/Lucifer (non-con)
Rating: NC-17 (strong sexual content)
Warnings: rape, suicide ideation
Spoilers: 7x17 The Born Again Identity
Word Count: 1,900
Summary: To be or not to be, that is the question.
A/N: I wrote this from a prompt that ephemerall gave me regarding Sam and Lucifer's relationship in the cage where Sam might have some kind of Stockholm Syndrome and contemplating suicide while locked up in the psych ward. She was also kind enough to read this over for me and give me some much needed encouragement since this is a story that is out of my usual Gen comfort zone and I was a little afraid of writing something so dark. It was a challenge for me to write and I'm still biting my nails wondering if it's any good or not.
( Whether 'tis Nobler in the Mind to Suffer )