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paige_kate) wrote2012-05-19 11:35 am
paige_kate) wrote2012-05-19 11:35 am
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.
Master Post
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.
FILLED: Delusional/Hallucinating Sam. 2/4
“He had to. Had to make sure none of those nasty chompers got out. Would’ve worked too; if not for my little bro and you meddling kids. ‘Course, there’s still plenty’a hungry, snarling stuff in there to keep Dean company.” Words spoken like reassurance sticking in Sam’s chest like glass.
“I wonder how many times they’ve ripped him up already.” Voice quieter, considering, like he’s talking to himself. “Oh, he won’t die, not really. You remember what that’s like, don’t ya Sam?” Bile in his throat now, white knuckles on the steering wheel.
He swerves into the parking lot of the first motel he comes across, needs to be in a wider space if he’s gonna have to share it with the phantoms in his head. He gets a double room, Lucifer giving him a pitying look as he pays the clerk. He’s got no duffle, no extra clothes; Cas’d zapped them right into the building.
His hands are shaking when he fumbles with the key, Lucifer pressed to his back, hot breath on his neck. He misses the cut on his palm.
When he finally gets the door open, shoving through it so fast he almost trips, Lucifer laughs at him.
He showers, for no reason other than he can turn the water hot as it’ll go; ‘till his skin is red and it hurts and he doesn’t have to focus on Dean being shut away in some dimensional box where Sam can’t reach him - again.
Drying himself brutally rough with the coarse, thin towel, he drags his clothes back on and moves into the room, and promptly freezes; utterly still, skin tightening and breath hitching in his chest.
Both beds are occupied.
Lucifer is lounging on the one to his right; hands clasped beneath his head, legs crossed at the ankle as he smirks at Sam.
Michael is sitting cross-legged on the other bed, the one nearest the door; older-brother parody that his psyche apparently wants to bash him with.
“Hello, Sam.” Nod, and a face like stone; not Adam’s, but his Dad’s - circa 1978.
Sam ignores them both, sits on the flimsy chair at the beat-up Formica table and stares in any direction other than at the beds. He’ not talking to them, he just needs to think of a plan to break into Purgatory, or to break Dean and Cas out.
“You realise, Sam, that ignoring us is pointless.” Same teacher-voice Michael’d used in the Cage. “We’re here because you can’t deal with being alone, and you have no one else to turn to. We aren’t leaving.” No real emotion in the words; just superiority and cool arrogance.
“Exactly what I’ve been saying.” Lucifer weighing in, gesturing at Michael and fuck, his own hallucinations are ganging up on him. “C’mon, Sammy; talk to us, we’re here to help.” Sam almost snorts at that, but thinks it probably counts as acknowledgement.
“You won’t be able to rescue Dean.” Michael again, and fuck him for saying that with his father’s mouth. “Purgatory was designed to be impossible to find. There will be no convenient eclipses this time, no natives to drain for blood.” Still sitting totally impassive on the sheets, eyes boring into Sam the same way they had when he’d watched Lucifer slicing him open; assessing and ponderous.
On the next bed, the Devil‘s nodding at his brother‘s words. “Yeah Sam, just give it up already. You couldn’t save him from Hell, you can’t save him from Purgatory. Hey, at least time passes slower there; you’ll be dead and turned to dust, with your soul right back in the Pit where it belongs before Dean even gets through his first decade.”
FILLED: Delusional/Hallucinating Sam. 3/4
“Shut up.” Words spat from his mouth without his permission as his head snaps toward Lucifer’s lounging form, and dammit he’s already slipping back into this.
“Ahh there we go. Finally a little interaction. That’s good, Sam.” Approving smile as he props himself against the headboard.
“Your inability to live without your brother is what’s caused you so much pain in the first place, Sam.” And that‘s rich coming from one of the duelling brothers of the apocalypse. “You should go back to hunting the Leviathan, try and do some good as a soldier before your time is up.”
“I’m getting him out.” Words hissed through gritted teeth and fuck it they aren’t going anywhere, no one else is coming. Maybe he can get Cas to suck the crazy from his head when he breaks them out of Purgatory.
Michael just lets out a disappointed sigh; same as his dad’s when he couldn’t do some complex form of training as a kid; same as Michael’s in the Cage when he’d started screaming too soon. “No Sam, you aren’t. There’s no way to do it, now. Anyone who might have helped you is either dead, working against you, or locked away and out of reach. You need to accept this.”
He vaguely wonders what fucked up part of his brain Michael is supposed to represent, isn‘t sure he wants to know. It’s a long list, anyway.
“Just enjoy the freedom Sammy. Go out, kill some monsters, screw somebody, have some fun.” He doesn’t want to go near Lucifer’s idea of fun.
“He won’t listen.” Michael replies to Lucifer while still staring at Sam. “He’ll never accept a life without Dean in it, and he won’t accept that a life with Dean isn’t what he needs.”
“You don’t talk about him. You don’t know him. You aren’t even real.” He’s aware talking in full sentences to his psychotic imaginings is the beginning of a very steep and slippery slope, but he’s so completely out of options here, and keeping all the words bottled in his head is just making him even more jittery.
“I’m in your mind Sam, I know Dean as well as you do.” Reminder making him clench his fists so tight he feels his nails break the skin, small trickle of blood running out from between his fingers.
“I don’t care. I’ll find a way. I’ll summon Crowley, trap him. I’ll bind Death again if I have to.” It’s a terrible idea, he knows, but it’s better than just sitting here.
“Or…” Lucifer sits up, hands dropping to his lap. “…You could go out, find a vamp, or a werewolf…and just let em chew on ya.” Sam’s chest clenches and his stomach twists. “No, really; think about it Sam; you get turned into a monster - well, more of a monster - and then let some hapless hunter chop your head off. Then it’s off to Purgatory you go. ‘Course, you won’t be you anymore, but that’s never stopped you going after Dean before, has it?” Whole thing said with a smug, gleeful look in his eyes and a smile on his face; exact way he’d looked whenever he’d thought up something new in Hell.
He stands up, can’t bear to just sit there and listen to this mental sideshow he’s got going. He finds a diner, somewhere full of people and background noise he can pay attention to. He’s got his and his dad’s journals on the table and he’s on his third mug of thick coffee, can‘t bring himself to eat. Lucifer and Michael are sitting side-by-side in the booth, directly opposite him. Lucifer has a blood-red milkshake, and Michael is methodically eating a cheeseburger with onion rings - exact same order Dean always gets.
FILLED: Delusional/Hallucinating Sam. 4/4
He hasn’t spoken to them, but they’ve been offering suggestions and he’s found himself taking notes without meaning to.
“Leviathan blood won’t work.” Lucifer says, like he’s trying to be helpful, as he lets the straw fall from his mouth and leans over to read Sam‘s notes upside-down. Sam grits his teeth and clenches his toes in his boots, tries to focus on the chatter around him and the ding of the service bell.
“He’s right.” Michael as he finishes chewing and places his burger down. “It can’t be done, Sam. You need to focus on the problems at hand; Crowley and the remaining Leviathan.” Same that’s-an-order tone his dad had used on them their whole lives, and something deep-rooted in him; either from decades on Earth or centuries in Hell, twitches to obey; to follow the command.
“Yeah Sam, you’ve got enough to deal with. Leave Dean where he is; he’s got his angel, you’ve got yours.” Grin as he draws whatever’s in the glass up through the straw again, and Sam tries not to vomit.
“The Alpha vamp, he’s out there.” He shouldn‘t talk to them, but he can’t listen to the running commentary silently anymore, seems his tolerance has slipped since Cas vacuumed the wacko from his brain.
“Riiiight, and you think he’s just gonna let you bleed him again. C’mon Sam, it’s suicide, and you know…” He leans over the table, and Sam can’t move back, can’t seem to move at all. “…that’s a mortal sin.” Whispered near his face, cold, cold breath hitting him with the smell of blood, and he jerks his head to the side.
“We wouldn’t be saying this to you if you weren’t already thinking it, Sam.” Michael says as he finishes an onion ring; tearing it precisely into thirds, eating them one at a time; freakish caricature of the holy trinity sitting on red vinyl and laminate tabletop. “We come from you. We are you.”
“No you’re not.” Words grating on his throat as he tries not to shout. “You’re whatever projections are left from the Cage, you aren’t me. Dean wouldn’t give up, neither am I. Now shut the hell up.” Thinks he probably gets louder toward the end, from the way the people at the counter are giving him a worried look.
“Oh Sam, of course Dean would give up. He left you with us, didn’t he? Went off and lived his apple pie life while we kept you company Downstairs.” So much pity and sympathy from this thing in his head, so many memories he doesn’t want.
“Dean wouldn’t want you to die trying to save him, Sam.” Michael points out, finishing the last onion ring.
“Who says I’m gonna die?” Trying to be snide with your own delusions has to be a bad sign, he knows.
“Uh, common sense. Us. You.” Lucifer ticking things off on his fingers as he lists them.
“I can do it. I know I can.” Focusing back on his notes, voice quiet but sure.
He’ll get Dean back, and then he’ll stop talking to them.
He will.
--- END ---
Re: FILLED: Delusional/Hallucinating Sam. 4/4
I love how smart and matter-of-fact Sam is about how crazy-stupid it is to talk to his hallucinations -- and his willing delusion that once Dean gets back, he'll be able to ignore them. You made Sam's long-conditioned fear of Michael and Lucifer immediate and real, just from Sam's reactions to them. The faint uncertainty of whether Michael and Lucifer are independent characters or personifications of Sam's doubt and self-loathing really makes me wonder whether Sam has any hope or if he's just running on pure grit by now. (Either way, they're the brainstorming partners from Hell.)
Ah, Sammy, yelling at invisible people in a diner. He's got his priorities, and normal is no longer one of them. Thanks for this fic.
Re: FILLED: Delusional/Hallucinating Sam. 4/4
Yeah I left it undecided whether they're actually talking to him (whispering through the 'bars' of the cage or something) or if Sam's just snapped being on his own again. I'm really glad all the reactionary stuff worked, I didn't wanna try and explain 180+ years of mental conditioning by listing details haha.
Sam really doesn't care about normal, doesn't care about much of anything if his brother's been taken from him.
Thanks for reading! <3<3
Re: FILLED: Delusional/Hallucinating Sam. 4/4
Re: FILLED: Delusional/Hallucinating Sam. 4/4
Glad you enjoyed! =D
Re: FILLED: Delusional/Hallucinating Sam. 4/4
Re: FILLED: Delusional/Hallucinating Sam. 4/4