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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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Date: 2012-05-20 01:58 am (UTC)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.
Filled: Essence
Date: 2012-05-22 04:46 am (UTC)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.
Re: Filled: Essence
Date: 2012-05-22 01:13 pm (UTC)I do so enjoy the boys' interactions in this fic. It feels very true to where they are in Season 7. Sam, being willing to admit, even offer, truths that he would have hidden in prior years to protect Dean and himself from having not-completely-humaness pointed out and dealt with. It's like Sam's pennance, being ultratruthful and just internally cringing, waiting for the blow. And Dean, in Season 7, taking the revelations and consciously trying not to overreact or attack Sam, being worthy of the truthiness. Just wonderful. Love this interaction in your fic as it shows how much they've grown and how much they've come back together as a team: an even stronger team than they were even at their best in past years 'cause of the trust. :-)
Re: Filled: Essence
Date: 2012-05-22 01:45 pm (UTC)Re: Filled: Essence
Date: 2012-05-22 04:05 pm (UTC)One of the coolest things about this show is that the characters are allowed to change and grow through the seasons. I'm so glad to hear I managed to capture some of this. Sam is still kind of neurotic and self-absorbed -- but he's way more mature about it now. And the fact that Dean knew about when Sam broke his Lucifer-shut-off switch while it happened proves how Dean's matured to give Sam the security to tell him these things.
I was worried about mood whiplash in the last bit, but I guess it worked out all right.
This season was like Supersize Me, Food, Inc., The Omnivore's Dilemma, and twenty conspiracy theories had one big angry mutant-squid baby. The Leviathan are a monster for my generation. It's awesome.
So glad you liked it!
Re: Filled: Essence
Date: 2012-05-22 06:43 pm (UTC)Thanks again!
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Date: 2012-05-25 02:17 am (UTC)