ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL by @madbadandplaid Link
When Sam vanishes on a case, it feels like every nightmare Dean's had since he got his brother's soul back is coming true. Waking up buried alive doesn't exactly make it Sam's favorite day, either. The Winchesters will do anything to save each other: that’s almost a natural law. But in nature, everything has a cost, and Sam and Dean have a bad history of not examining the price tag.
Title: Brothers and Needles Author: Kat Lee Fandom: Supernatural Characters: weechesters Words: 200 Challenge: spn_bigpretzel DEW: Dean + 1 Other +/or Shots/Needles “Go ahead,” Dean says, rolling up his sleeve and sounding much braver than he feels. “Shoot me.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mister Winchester.”
“What? Why not?” He glares at the nurse.
“Because you already had your booster shot when you were your brother’s age.”
“Dean – “ Sammy’s bottom lip starts to tremble.
“Then give it to me again.” “I can’t – “
“I promised him I’d go first!” (read the rest here)
Concept: Sam grows a beard (as per your tags on that J2 set) and suddenly becomes the guy that all the women look at first. Dean Is Shook.
Okay. What? This is the–fourth time, at least, by Dean’s count, and just–
“What the hell,” he mutters, under his breath, and Sam barely glances up from his book.
“What,” he says, absently, turning back to the history of–whatever, Goats Through the Ages, Dean doesn’t even care at this point. He’s too distracted by yet another chick pausing by their table in the library, pretending to look at something in the stacks while clearly just sizing up Sam, and not even giving Dean a second glance. He sits back from the table and just stares at the girl–cute, even if she’s way too young for either of them at this point, but. Come on.
“Hey, I think I got something,” Sam says, and the girl jerks her eyes away, and catches Dean staring, and gives him the what, creepo? face and turns away all offended, and–really? Really? “Dude, hello? Research, for the case?”
When Dean focuses back on Sam, he finds himself the recipient of a very similar version of the creepo face. “Come on, man, you could literally be her dad,” Sam says, and holy crap that is not the point.
“What is going on?” Dean says, and Sam shakes his head, brow furrowed like what, but he also reaches up to scratch the scruff and–oh, no. Really? “Oh my god,” Dean says, a little too loud, and Sam shushes him, but this is just ridiculous. “You’re lumberjack chic. I can’t believe this.”
Sam stares at him, but–there’s another little group of coeds down in the mythology and folklore section, and they’re actually whispering and pointing, a little giggle floating down through the shelves, and they’re all focused right on Sam. Sam, who caught a nasty slash on the jaw from a tree branch during a hunt two weeks ago–and yeah, Dean made fun of him for losing a fight with a tree, especially since Dean had almost broken a rib from a tussle with the actual ghost, but whatever, he’d put in a few stitches for Sammy too, and made sure it didn’t get infected. Sam hadn’t been able to shave, and there was a minute there where his beard was patchy and hilarious, but now–it’s pretty even, and he’s been trimming it so it looks… vaguely good, if Dean’s going to be honest. But this–another girl passes by, while Dean’s still having this weird hot revelation, and what the hell, are they having a voyeur library convention?
Sam sits there with his beard and his hair tucked behind his ears in his red plaid, tan and huge and ridiculous, and says, “Dude, what the hell are you talking about,” and Dean shoves up from the table and glares at this latest girl, who blinks at him all shocked and scuttles off into the stacks.
“We’re leaving,” Dean says, while Sam raises his eyebrows. “And then we’re gonna take those stitches out, and you’re going to shave.”
“Oh,” Sam says, and scratches at his jaw again. “Okay, good call. Not really FBI regs, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Dean says, slamming the book closed. “That’s why.”
Fic: swan song
Author: dimpleforyourthoughts
Characters : Sam Winchester Dean Winchester
Category : Gen Words: 3175 tags: angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: He’d always assumed that death would be something a little wilder than this. That the one goddamn thing to take out Sam fucking Winchester would be a little uglier, a little less unraveling and a lot more smiting involved: blazing inferno, bullet between the teeth, the very bowels of hell opening up to swallow him whole. link to fic (click pic for fullsize)
He rips back the shower curtain and Sam jumps under the spray of water, turns to look at him with wide, red eyes, whimpers, “My hair, Dean, my hair,” and holds out a weak hand, wet brown strands all tangled up with his fingers, a hunk that’s too large to ignore.
Dean knows with a sudden, distinct clarity what it feels like to have his heart break.
He reaches into the shower, through the spray to shut off the water. He pulls a towel off the rack, bundles his baby brother up and over the lip of the tub, dries him off slowly, carefully. The towel gets tucked around Sam’s waist, and he wraps Sam’s honeycomb wrists in one hand, draws Sam’s arms up and around his neck, turns around and tugs until Sam gets the message, presses one skinny leg up onto Dean’s flank so Dean can hook a hand underneath. The arms around Dean’s neck tighten enough that he can let go, secure Sam’s other leg up against his side, and he piggybacks his brother across the hall with Sam’s face buried against the back of his neck, water dripping from Sam’s hair under the collar of his shirt.
He leaves his brother on the mattress to wait while he digs out sweatpants, a long-sleeved shirt, and a sweater to go on top of it, bundles Sam up in layers because there’s snow on the ground outside. His own shirt is wet from the shower, but he doesn’t notice until they’re already outside and the cold spreads down his skin like the creeping touch of despair.
Dean only has his learner’s permit, but he’s a good driver, especially with his brother tucked pale and shivering into the passenger seat. Dad’s taken the truck to the shop because even with the extra help he hired on he still has to put in some face time, Mom too taking advantage of Dean’s being out of school to make up for some of the time she’s had to take off work lately, so neither of them are around to hear the distinctive rumble of the Impala’s engine turning over.
He drives them to a strip mall, parks in front of Great Clips, kills the engine. “Come on,” he says to Sam’s careful look, pats his brother on the knee to encourage him.
The shop is empty, mid-afternoon on a weekday, and a woman with a pile of curls on her head is spinning listlessly back and forth in the chair at the front counter, popping her gum. “Hi!” she says brightly. “What can I do for you boys today?”
“How much is it to get your head shaved?”
“Ten bucks.” She pops her gum again. “Which one of you?”
“Both,” Dean answers, and Sam makes a noise that’s basically a squeak (which Dean is totally gonna make of him for later), stares wide-eyed with shock.
Art commissioned from the unfathomably talented @hellhoundsprey.
I don’t much care for rpf. Not my thing, exactly.
Read this. It’s a great story.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: J2 - Fandom, Supernatural RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jared/Jensen Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles Additional Tags: Art, Autism Spectrum, Magical Realism Summary:
Come, sit down in front of me. Take a picture. Get out your phone and write yourself a note. Something like. “I am sitting in front of a boy named Jared. He has brown hair that’s on the longish side for a boy and blue grey eyes. About 6’3”. Remember him.” Then walk outside. Take a walk around the block. I’m not even going to tell you to come back and sit down with me again, because you won’t remember. But here’s the strange thing. Later, if you looked at your phone, you wouldn’t find a picture of a boy you don’t recognize. You wouldn’t find a confusing note. Because they wouldn’t be there. And that wouldn’t strike you as odd, because you wouldn’t even be thinking about it.
Sam buys it shortly after everything he tried building on the west coast goes up in flames. It calls to him and he’s not even sure what it is about it that makes his insides itch with need, but he’s picking it up and he’s carrying it to the cash register, his funyuns and coke being left behind on the same shelf he found it on.
“The fuck is that?” Dean scoffs in the drivers seat.
Looking down, Sam sees the sharp spine of the cactus and he finds his lips curling into a smile. “Dunno.” And it’s the truth. It baffles him as it must baffle his Brother, whose eyes are burning holes into the side of his face.
Dean raises his eyebrows and sighs, his lips twitching around words he wants to say, but somehow deciding it’s best to not press the issue further. Because after all, grief can make people do weird things. And well, if this is how Sam needs to cope, than so be it.
For hundreds of miles, the cactus comes with them everywhere they go. It’s propped up on the dash of the car, where it remains when they’re on the road, the sun tending to it across every state line they travel. And when they make pit stops, Sam is more concerned with making sure it’s watered properly, than making sure he’s fed himself. When they find a place to hang up their gear for a few days, it comes with them, too. Dean finds it on nightstands and bathroom counter tops, sometimes he’ll see it on the windowsill catching some sun and he’ll always sigh in exasperation. But through it all, he doesn’t ask and Sam doesn’t say a word about it. It just becomes a new chapter in the dysfunctional book of their lives.
It’s not until a few months later when they’re about a hundred or so miles out of Colorado, that the cactus mystery starts to get a little clearer for them both.
“Dean! Stop!” Sam’s hand clamps fiercely around Dean’s shoulder, his fingers digging painfully into muscle.
If you only ever read one SPN gen fic, let this be it.
Author: jonny_vrm (elmo_loves_me)
words: 837. Sam and Dean Winchester. Gen.
When Sam was eight, his favorite food was licorice. Not exactly a food, but Dean can remember saving every penny, scooping quarters off of sidewalks and nickels out of change jars, just to buy Sammy a cheap pack of licorice whips.
Dean didn’t have a favorite food.
It doesn’t happen too much when they’re really little but sometimes John has to leave them alone in the motel room for a day or two. When they are on their own, Dean takes his father’s instructions very seriously, because he knows nothing is more important to their dad than keeping him and Sam safe. So he feels proud and important when their dad trusts him enough to let him on his own to take care of Sammy.
They stay inside most of the time, but sometimes when it rains really hard, or when the ice cream truck stops in the parking lot, they sneak out. And when they come back, Dean has to redo the salt lines in front of the door, his brow furrowed and tongue stuck out in concentration.
And Sam? Sam wants to be just as important as Dean, wants to keep Dean safe and help with the salt. So sometimes he picks up the salt and makes a line around their bed so that they are extra protected and Dean always thanks him for helping. So he keeps going.
Little circles of salt around Dean’s plushies because Sam wants to make sure they’re protected, a bigger one around one of Sam’s dirty underwear that’s lying on the floor, because Dean managed to convinced him there was a monster living there who would bite his butt if he didn’t trap him, salt around the peanut butter jar so no one steals it, salt filling Dean’s sneakers because they smell so bad there has to be something shady going on there, salt under the bed to trap the monster that lives there, salt around each piece of furniture.
Sam claps excitedly whenever he finds a new thing to douse in salt while Dean very seriously praises him for making sure they are protected from all the evil of this world. And when john comes back, he’s faced with a room drowned in salt and two little boys smiling proudly at him.
@buticancarryyou told me “Imagine little bab Sammy watching Dean all the time, trying to do what Dean does ” and then things got out of control.
Dean comes back to the motel late on his 18th birthday, stumbles through the doorway and casts aside his shoes and wet socks against the wall. He’s drunk, but not drunk enough to forget to check on Sam: the boy’s curled up underneath his blanket in his own bed by the far end of the room, making noises that Dean stops to listen to for a moment until they fade out and disappear. He doesn’t even seem to wake up to the sound of his older brother falling against the hollow wall in an attempt to rid himself of his jeans, and Dean’s happy about that. The kid doesn’t need to see him like this, a little too much extra in his blood and traces of smeared lipstick on his lips and neck. And he didn’t even get lucky: the birthday excuse only got him to second base, leaving behind a certain sense of frustration that still hasn’t faded completely.
The bathroom’s yellow light stirs nausea in the bottom of Dean’s stomach as he moves in and nearly falls over before the shower’s even on. He feels sick, unfulfilled, lonely, annoyed; not the kind of a birthday he wished for. John didn’t bother to show up either - not that Dean expected it. It’ll be good if he gets a happy birthday later that week. The old man will probably write a celebratory note in his journal and consider his duties towards the occasion fulfilled.
The water’s cold. Of course it is; nobody told Sam to get out before the hot water ran out, and that’s mostly Dean’s fault. He’s so tired that he barely feels the water running down his skin, but when he’s out, he’s shivering. Without hesitation, but with a lot of swaying and barely keeping his balance, he pulls back on his underwear and the worn Zeppelin shirt from the pile of clothes he’s left by the doorway. The room’s a blur in front of him, swaying slowly from side to side, as he throws himself on his bed and wrestles the blanket from underneath his tingling body.
God, he could have slept in a better bed tonight. Not for long, of course; he wouldn’t leave Sam for the whole night. But a couple hours. In a nice, soft bed with feminine sheets and a scent that only a girl can carry about her. Something… nicer than this. The mattress creaks and whines underneath him as he shifts, and a weary sigh escapes his parted lips as he settles to welcome sleep. It crawls in like a ghost, submerging him into some intoxicated excuse for rest only for a brief moment before another disturbance sets in. Something else is crawling in his bed. Something that smells and feels like a little brother.
Title: SAM CALLING… Author: foolscapper @ tumblr / livejournal Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Original Characters Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Violence, Grieving, Minor Mentions of Blood/Injury. Summary: “It’s not like Dean waits for a call, thinks maybe one of these days Sam’ll be that sappy-eyed guy who can’t help but dial in and see what’s going on. But then, Sam didn’t bother writing letters or leaving messages when he was at Stanford, so… So fuck it. It’s done. That’s all she wrote.” Sam walks out on Dean after Gadreel. AU, not featuring the MoC.
Title: Six Questions Author: zenamydog @no_candle_mom
Fandom: Supernatural. PG 13. Characters : Sam and Dean Warnings: Angst Overload
Summary: Sam’s dying. Dean’s looking after him and they have a conversation about what Dean’s going to do when Sam’s gone. (fic)
Fic : First Impressions
Author : clair beaubien
Characters : Sam (3) Dean (7) John Winchester, Pastor Jim Gen. Words: 3813
Summary : I disliked John Winchester twenty-seven seconds after I laid eyes on him. Pastor Jim meets John Winchester and his boys, for the first time. x
Sam’s voice comes across the aisle between the beds, tripping on seven-year-old feet. “Dean,” he whispers, “there’s something under my bed.”
Author :gigglingkat
Characters: Sam 3yrs, Dean 7yrs, John Winchester
words :5465
Summary:
"I sent his brother to summer camp," he explained.
"You heartless bastard," laughed the manager.
"That seems to be the general consensus," John agreed.
Title: Three Days of Rain
Author : familybizness
Summary: After Dean gets hurt on a hunt, Sam develops a compulsive exercise problem. And then gets sick. Because why would I not do that. Rating: PG-13
