paige_kate | 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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The taste of the cadaver blood, tainted and stale, flashed through his formless mind. The mosquito perched on his hand. The suff of the owl's wings. Pacing and anxiety. His plans. His certainty.

A terrible need to vomit seized him, and he doubled up against the tie, fangs straining out from his gums, before heaving blackened blood and the water from the cure all over his forearms. He strained again. The feeding tube kinked in his throat, making it worse, and his guts cramped. He managed to puke again, his body managing to scrape up food he didn't even remember eating, then strained, dry-heaving again and again into the mess all down his front. He realized that he was back. His heart was thundering and his vision was going black. Before the world went away again, he heard a footstep on the floor.

Sam woke up after dawn. The light hurt his eyes, but that was practically normal lately. He was still cuffed -- his note had been emphatic on that point -- but there was a crinkly silver emergency blanket draped over his torso and his wrists had less vomit on them than he'd expected. His mouth burned. The feeding tube was hooked under his palate and caught under his tongue; with some maneuvering, he managed to swallow it back into place. When he lifted his head, the slight movement almost made his vision black out.

Jodie Mills was sitting crosslegged on the floor, hugging herself against the cold and watching him grimly. "When do I take the cuffs off." Her intonation was completely flat.

Sam slowly, painfully inched his head toward his hands and rolled his finger down his gumline. A fang extruded, the muscles that had worked it just hours ago now numb. It pulled free without resistance, leaving behind a small hole and a tiny string of flesh. He examined it blearily. Jodie looked on, stone-faced. "Now's good," Sam croaked.

Jodie fished around in her jacket pocket for the handcuff key, which Sam had left for her taped to the note, with the words "handcuff key" in neat block print underneath it. She released his wrists, then his feet. Sam rolled onto his back away from the railroad tie and felt pins-and-needles flare through the arm he'd been lying on. The feeding tube was still making him nauseous, the soft rubber impossibly tough and sharp against his throat.

"Explain," Jodie demanded in a low voice, "the chainsaw."

"On the note," Sam whispered, staring up at the rafters. There had been a ceiling here, once. He'd have to remember this shack, show Dean.

"Sam Winchester!" Jodie exploded, thumping the gritty floorboards with her fist. Sam winced at the noise. "'Remove my head if the cure fails.' Remove. Your head. You dragged me out here at six-am to kill you. That saw's not cheap. I know you don't carry two-stroke mix around with you. 'Everything's under control'? What were you thinking?"

"Didn't know if dead man's blood counted," Sam explained, scrunching his eyes shut. "As feeding." He picked another fang out of his mouth and flicked it away.

"Well, thanks for leaving the mother of all suicide notes," Jodie hissed, gesturing at the three-ring binder that held Sam's indexed research on Purgatory and the spell to open the portal. "Oh, wait. No. You wanted suicide by cop. You disappear for six months -- tell me, where the hell is Dean?"

Sam felt all his muscles lock up. "Read the binder."

Jodie rose and hovered over his face. "I was too busy making sure you didn't choke on your own vomit, or wake up and escape. You cruel, selfish child. Why me? I did not want to see you turn into a monster and put you down, Sam."

Sam groaned as the realization hit him -- why Jodie, of all people. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I trusted you. I needed -- someone has to do that spell." He pushed himself up onto his elbows, then to a slouch over his lap, and began to detangle the duck tape around the feeding tube from his hair. It wouldn't come. "Dean disappeared before my eyes," Sam mumbled. "Again. He's in some . . ." Frustrated, he yanked the tape out, taking a bundle of hairs with it. ". . . afterlife."

"He's dead?" Jodie asked softly.

"Maybe technically?" Sam's voice cracked, and he slowly drew the tube back out through his nose. It trailed acid in its path, burning. Tears started from his eye on the same side, as he got the last of it out and tossed it away. "I had to get a message to him. The spell I found, to open a door, it's two-ended. Dean needs to be saying the words the same time I'm performing the ritual. It's Purgatory, where he is; all monsters go to Purgatory, so I --" Sam's nose was running, and he cut himself off with a sniff. "-- I had to get down there. Vampire's the only monster there's any coming back from."

Jodie crouched beside him. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, and Sam tensed to stop himself from falling against her. "Couldn't you just send actual monsters down there with a message?" she asked.

Sam blinked. He honestly hadn't thought of that. "Oh. No, the last thing we need is an all-Purgatory bulletin that Dean Winchester's in town. However that works. But --"

"Is he okay?" Jodie interrupted him.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut. They were watering hard from the stomach tube scraping back up, and his nose was running worse and worse. He scrubbed his face against his shoulder. "It didn't work," he croaked. "I didn't find him."

Jodie tugged him closer and draped the emergency blanket around him. Sam sniffed and wiped his face on his shirt and took shallow, shuddering breaths. He'd been running so long without shelter, and he was so very tired.

Edited 2012-05-23 18:33 (UTC)

Aw, thanks for filling this for me. It's so sad. I loved it. And we can definitely have two fills! No law against it!

Thanks! Thanks for posting such a cool prompt!

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