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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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An Unlikely Partnership Part 2
Date: 2012-05-26 07:54 pm (UTC)Sam shoulders slump, he really cuts such a pathetic figure, like that documentary Crowley watched, one non-apocalyptic afternoon, about baby Elephants.
“You can’t handle a bottle of Cough Syrup yet you want me to allow you to crack open the back gate to Purgatory?” Crowley raises an imperious eyebrow, “Call me when you can stand straight.”
He turns to leave, perhaps to find some poor sods soul to deal, or maybe see if that Elephant documentary is on again. Then there’s a weight bouncing into his side.
“No wait!”
Sam collides with his side, his hand clumsily grabbing at his thousand dollar suit. Crowley looks at the attachment with a sneer, thinking of his dry cleaning bill.
“I’m fine I swear. We can do it today, it has to be today.”
The hunter looks worse close up, his eyes wide and glassy, the large bruises under his eyes melding with the flushed skin of his cheeks.
“I’m sorry to state the obvious Moose but you are not ‘fine’. You are germ ridden and a liability. If you go anywhere today but a bed you’ll get yourself killed.”
“Didn’t know you cared?”
“About you? No. About me? Oh yes. And if I am forced into assistance by a half giant I would appreciate a half giant that can shoot straight and recite enochian without…” he looks down at his suit, absently wiping at the remaining snot splashes in repulsion, “…interruptions.”
Sam’s snort turns into another coughing fit that doesn’t seem to want to end, listing fully, muffling his coughs into Crowley’s silk shirt. That’s Crowley’s limit right there. He shoves, none to gently, the quivering mass towards the bed.
Sam falls backwards with an ‘umph’ and almost immediately turns his face to groan weakly into the pillow.
This; these ridiculous weaknesses, is why Crowley hates lowering himself to work /with/ humans.
A weak tug, this time on his trouser leg, stops his second attempt at flee. “Please”
Ah, these are those ‘Puppy Dog Eyes’ Crowley has heard countless Angels and Demons complain about, in various stages of bemusement and irritation. Crowley just scowls.
“Please… Dean - we have to go get him.”
Crowley very purposefully removes the offending appendage from his person, brushing a hand down the pleat of his trousers.
“Purgatory will be there tomorrow, and the day after, and the next. Every day until the end of time. We have one shot at this and I am not losing my bid for Purgatory because of your co-dependency issues.”
Sam’s whole body slumps then and he lets out a very suspicious sniffle into the pillows. That’s most definitely Crowley’s cue to leave.
When he gets to the door he opens it, the fresh(ish) air rushing into the musty room, he takes a step forward, to freedom his mind overzealously exclaims. And then stops. And looks up.
And let’s out a very heartfelt groan.
“A devils trap! Really?”
A loud snore responds to him, he swirls back to find his captor fast asleep, face squished out of shape in the old mattress.
“Sam!” he barks, striding over to the slumbering Neanderthal and shoving at his meaty shoulder, “Let me out of here. Sam!”
Sam squirms and swats absently and Crowley’s rough touch “Mph. Lee’me ‘lone De’” and then rolls over and lets out a sound akin to a very large hibernating bear.
After that no moment of poking, prodding and yelling elicits even a stir.