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Season 7 Finale Comment Fic Meme for Both Boys.

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Okay, this came about because I saw an ad for a H/C comment fic meme, but it was only for Dean, which hardly seems fair to me. What about Sam? He's stuck trying to stop the remaining Leviathan alone and doesn't know how to help his brother. Dean is stuck in Purgatory and worrying about his brother.

So, this meme is for both boys. Reunion!Fics, fics about what monsters Dean runs into in Purgatory, maybe fics where he finds their parents or runs into Bobby or whatever you want, but it needs to be about the fallout from the finale last night. Have fun, any question, PM me. Please respect other people's prompts, no flaming or bashing, lovers of both boys welcome.

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Delusional/Hallucinating Sam by

queerly_it_is An alone Sam is never a good thing, and Sam uses his mental...issues to cope with things. I'm thinking the hallucinations might show up again hardcore, just so he has someone to talk to again.

A world of bonus points if Michael is one of them.

Hyperventilate by

verucasalt123 I would love something where Sam freaks out and hyperventilates once he realizes he really is all alone - and that he has no idea where's Dean, where's Castiel, that he has no one to go to...

I just want sad, desperate Sam not knowing what to do, thank you

Essence by

rokhal Crowley gives the boys his blood while telling them it might not be his. He also specifically tells them not to trust him. Yet, there's no sign that the bone/blood weapon will even work until it does. No sign, at least on screen.

Sam *knows* that the vial contains Crowley's blood. How? He can smell it. All that demon blood drinking before and with Lucifer. It's changed Sam. Write the missing scene where Sam reveals this to Dean.

Untitled by

dontknowmyname Sam can hear Dean's voice in his head, like he's still there
(sorta like Lucifer, but he's talking back and it's keeping him sane

Like, what would Dean say to make me feel better, what's the humor in this situation.

even making a mental note not to - douche up the car- this time

He snaps one day, thinking this is the one time that Dean isn't coming back , maybe Gabrile was right... But should he really let go?

(Gen please)

An Unlikely Partnership by

mollrach13 Sam is not dealing with being alone well. He worries himself into an epic case of the flu (or other illness/condition or your choice). For some reason, it is in Crowley's best interests to take care of him. He does so grudgingly and with much complaint.

Basically: Crowley taking care of sick!Sam.

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♥ Not this is lovely! Exactly what I wanted for this prompt. I love how Sam's mind proccess is bordering on complete hyperventilation and determination to save Dean and Cas. You managed to describe that despair very realistically and I love you for that! ♥

I really, really wonder what will we see from Sam in canon come October, because everytime he was alone without Dean he didn't fare all that well, as you pointed out.

Once again, thank you so much for such an amazing fill - it's all that I've wanted to read and morrreee. You are the best! ♥

Sam gets lost in Purgatory and may or may not be about to loose his senses when someone familar is standing before him. Ellen.

Ellen looks at Sam, then pulls him close like thier mother would and is very material for Sam, who breaks down in her arms.

I had to come to this too. I love Dean but I love Sammy too. Plus I'm listening to Chicago for some of these prompts.

Dean and Cas do kind-of okay while in Purgatory. They had each other's support while there. But when they get back (under their own power) they have trouble finding Sam. When they find him though...

Sam is in a psych ward again.

It seems the trauma of losing Dean again, this time with no support to speak of, has been too much for him. He suffered a severe breakdown, was taken by the police and somehow his previous time in hospital (7.17) came to light and he got committed again.

Dean and Cas need to convince him it's really them, and then take care of him through the issues this has caused (a fear of being alone, not wanting to let either of them - particularly Dean - out of his sight).

I'd love Sam/Dean/Cas threesome but will take any combination, as well as gen.

I am so so so glad that you liked it!

I need this in my life, esp. if the cops don't just dig up Sam's stay in a hospital in 717, but the boys stay in that asylum in 511 as well.

Ha! Well thank you :) I'm all for Team Sam'n'Jody.

That's awesome!

Sam works his butt off getting Dean and Cas back from purgatory, making sure Leviathans don't eat everyone and saving KEvin from Crowleys clutches.

When Dean and Cas get back they are OK but have been surviving and fighting together in the woods of purgatory alone for a few months and have become a cohesive unit.

Sam suddenly doesn't know where he belongs anymore...

(Would love for Dean to smack him on the head and tell him not to be an idiot, of course he is needed but if you want to, leave it unresolved)

I promise to write something for a few prompts, cause I like to, but here's another prompt for y'all.

After six months, Sam has officially gone crazy. Not only does he hear and see Lucifer, but he can hear and see everyone else he's cared about -- his mom, dad, Jess, Madison, everyone. So when the ghostly spirit of his Dad shows up -- for real -- Sam has a hard time believing it. After many tries, and John learning about everything that's gone on since he's died, he reveals he can help Sam get Dean out of purgatory, but Sam will somehow have to die himself to do so.

Does Sam take it(he should!) and when he finds Dean, have a cue of reunion hugs between everybody (maybe Mary found Dean in Purgatory?) and Dean being upset because Sammy isn't exactly alive.

Wincest or Gen is fine.

Sam can't bear to leave the Impala unrepaired, and he can't bear to leave it behind when it feels like he's all alone in the world. Still, there was a reason the boys weren't driving it.

Give me hunted!Sam.

Hunting without a partner is dangerous. Sam tries to take care of an injury by himself and ends up feverish, alone, and in trouble. He suffers fever dreams and hallucinations.

Ooooooh.

Sam is not dealing with being alone well. He worries himself into an epic case of the flu (or other illness/condition or your choice). For some reason, it is in Crowley's best interests to take care of him. He does so grudgingly and with much complaint.

Basically: Crowley taking care of sick!Sam.

What the heck are the CDC and FDA going to do with all the brain-damaged corn-syrup stoners scattered around the US? Will the Corn Industry lose its unfathomable lobbying power? Will there be mass riots and superstitious burning of packaged foods? Will anyone even manage to correctly link the mind-altering additive to SucroCorp syrup? Will the American psyche be irrevocably damaged? What about international trade? Is this the end of the Western World as we know it?

Um. SPN characters would also be involved. I guess.

Yeah, an apparent history of mental problems would be plenty enough reason to re-commit Sam.

It'd probably make it difficult for Dean to get Sam out, unless he just decided to break him out and do a runner (that'd be especially easy if Cas supplied the transport).

I actually kinda see potential for a curtain fic here - they find somewhere to settle down so they can work through Sam's problems.

Is that an "Ooooh, I might want to write it?" 'cause I'd love to read it. ;-)

Sorry, that's a lame, parasitic oooooh I want it to happen so I'm just drawing attention to it like all those people posting Kony 2012 stuff.

From Meg's POV. After she's been captured by Leviathan/Demons for a while, Sam Winchester busts in, calm and collected as she's ever seen, and slaughters everything in the room but her. And some of the things he killed, she really doesn't think he even touched.

"Get up. We're leaving."

She does.

Gen preferred. Sam slices open Purgatory, but the three of them still have to fight their way out. Dean's a bit in the dark because Cas seems as grounded as he ever was and Sam's taking down everything they run across, sans demon blood. And the way Sam and Cas move when they fight, still fighting with Dean, but flowing with each other, like they can read one anothers minds...

Hey, I'll take what I can get. Thanks for the attention. :-)

Sam gets desperate and finally he believes his only recourse is to get himself turned by a vampire and then kill himself. He doesn't drink blood and he keeps some of the blood of the vamp that turns him so once he gets out, they can reverse it. However, since he is not fully a monster, he can't fully get into purgatory so he is stuck in between, basically a ghost in both worlds. I would prefer a happy ending, but I don't care how you get there.

I might do this one first between all the ones I liked.

Yay! Awesome! I hope so!

It'll take a while though, cause I have an essay that I've yet to start due in two days that I thought was due next week, another essay actually due next week ( I double freaking checked) and then an assignment due...oh. Shit. Aha, so yeah.

After the nun's femur dried, Dean wrapped it in newspaper, set it on the table, and swirled the stale, unclotted blood around in the bottom of the steel bowl. Sam, at the fridge, turned and watched him, a styrofoam tray of raw beef in his hands. Dean reached for a canister of salt, then paused. "We getting rid of this?"

Sam bared his teeth awkwardly, like a dog trying to scrape peanut butter off the roof of its mouth. "Uh, yeah," he said. "Yeah, that's like ten kinds of contagious we don't need lying around. I mean, not to say Cas -- but --"

"-- But if it's a dud, we'll be dead," Dean finished for him. He dumped a handful of salt into the bowl, crossed the room, and started stoking up the coals in the cabin's small fireplace.

Sam didn't move. Cow juice leaked out of the styrofoam package in his hand and splattered on the floor. "I think it'll work," he said, his voice clipped.

"I don't need a pep talk," Dean muttered, tossing some sticks and balled-up newspaper onto the coals and watching the paper flare. "Just Dick's smug face. I get to stab him with a leg. Win-win."

"No," said Sam, taking an aborted step toward him. More cow juice dripped on the floor. "Plan on coming back, man. It should work."

Dean blew on the fire a bit, then twisted, still crouched at the hearth, to look Sam in the eye. "You notice something?"

Sam bowed his head and stared at the meat in his hands, then dragged his boot through one of the drips on the floor as he saw it for the first time. Yes, Sam had definitely noticed something. He looked up abruptly. "It's Crowley's," Sam announced. "Pretty sure. I mean, it's, it, it smells like him." It was like the words were gristly and kept getting caught in his throat -- looked about as uncomfortable, too. "Not positive, but pretty sure."

"How sure?" Dean asked, quick before this turned into something they didn't have time or energy for.

Sam kept scuffing the floor with his boot. "Eighty percent?"

Eighty percent. Dean looked behind him at the bowl on the table, and at Sam, but Sam was just looking at the drips on the floor. He seemed okay, for whatever that was worth, as okay as he'd been when Crowley had tossed him the vial like the black-souled asshole he was, but Dean was getting the demon blood laced with vampire and angel blood out of the cabin, now. He threw more sticks onto the fire, and when they started to catch, tried a small log.

"So you can, uh." It was a strange feeling, like his mouth was hydroplaning down the highway, just doing what it was gonna do. "Sniff 'em out?"

"Sometimes," Sam admitted, sounding calm. Which was not as reliable a measure as Dean would like. "When you get close, they all smell a little like matches and roadkill, you know? But they've each got this . . ."

"Unique special flavor of roadkill," Dean suggested. Did he actually say flavor? Dammit. "So Crowley, what's he? Skunk?"

Dean looked over his shoulder, and saw Sam grin faintly. "Possum. Plays dead, scavenges, ugly as hell."

"Right," said Dean, relieved. And why shouldn't he be? He was going to kill Dick. "We got our righteous bone and our essence of possum; we are locked and loaded."

"And Chinese stir fry in an hour," said Sam, waving a be-beefed hand at the formidable bag of vegetables that sat on the counter next to one of their knives.

"Yeah, if the meat was poisoned, too, I think I mighta killed myself," Dean muttered. Sam chewed on his lip and hissed in a breath. "What?" Dean lurched to his feet, his bad shin still a bit tender from last year, and retrieved the bowl of blood. He stuffed the whole thing into the fireplace. "I still don't buy that we can't make burgers," he grumbled.

"Corn syrup in the buns," said Sam, disgustingly cheerful in the midst of this national emergency that seemed designed just to prove self-righteous college kids right about everything food-related. "And the ketchup. And the relish. Mustard. Miracle Whip --"

"I get it, I get it."

Sam retreated into the kitchen to cook them dinner like a good little sister. Dean worked the bellows, and after a few minutes the coals were cherry red, the bowl was warped, and the blood was nothing but salted ash.

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Season 7 Finale Comment Fic Meme for Both Boys.

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Prompt: You come to my senses.

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Meg POV on Powers, Driven Sam

Sam busts open purgatory and team free will fights their way out

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Filled: Essence