Title: Exodus
Author: mentholpixie
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby
Word Count: 800ish
Summary: Sam goes for a walk. Genesis 'verse stand-alone. Post-Hell AU

Title: But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be
Genre: Gen, hurt Sam
Length: About 3000 words
Rating: PG-13 for language
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Castiel
Synopsis: This takes place immediately after 10.18, "Book of the Damned," where the Styne family attacks the Winchesters and Charlie, and Sam stashes the Book of the Damned instead of burning it. Let's pretend that Sam was more seriously injured in the fight with the Stynes than anyone realized.
Notes: The theme of the 2018 ohsam birthday meme was Hurt vs. Comfort, in which we were invited to respond to a prompt and write either about the hurt, or the comfort. An anonymous poster made this request: "Gen. Dean hugs Sam hard to hold him in place while someone cauterizes the wound in Sam's back." I started to write it, realized I'd gone with stitches instead of cauterizing, got frustrated, and gave up. But now I'm back. (Oh, and since we were supposed to choose between angst or schmoop, guess which one I chose. Go on, guess.) And yes, the title is from "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who, which was featured in 10.18.

Title: A Separate Peace
Author: road_rhythm
Pairing: Sam/Lucifer (implied), Sam/Dean
Rating: M
Word count: 2,700
Set: S7

Summary: The Devil wants to have a dialogue. Sam's just trying to buy a fucking soda. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.


( Sam is six. )

Title: Just Breathe
Summary: Sam's not feeling too great, but Dean's right by his side. Featuring sick!Sam.
Rating: PG13
Genre/Pairing: Sam and Dean. Gen.

Warnings/Spoliers: Minor language. Set in Season 14, but no major spoilers.
Word Count: 1600+
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural that privilege belongs to CW, Kripke and Co, I'm simply borrowing them for a while. I'm not making a profit, this is just for fun and all the standard disclaimers apply.
A/N: This was written for ohsam's annual November 2nd meme for cowboyguy's prompt. I'm a little late to the party, but hopefully you'll enjoy this!

Just Breathe

                                                                                                                                     

Title: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This
Summary: Pre series. Sam gets into Stanford, and things go so much better than he could have ever expected.
Rating: PG13
Genre/Pairing: Sam and Dean (and John). Gen

Warnings: Minor language and show level violence.
Word Count: 5600+
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural that privilege belongs to CW, Kripke and Co, I'm simply borrowing them for a while. I'm not making a profit, this is just for fun and all the standard disclaimers apply.

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

                                                                                                                                

Title: Goodnight, Sweetheart
Summary: Sam's not feeling too good, but Jess will take care of him, right? Featuring sick!Sam.
Rating: PG13
Genre/Pairing: Sam/Jess and Dean

Word Count: 1000
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural that privilege belongs to CW, Kripke and Co, I'm simply borrowing them for a while. I'm not making a profit, this is just for fun and all the standard disclaimers apply.
A/N: This was written for the 2018 Happy Birthday Sam - Hurt v Comfort challenge at ohsam for lennelle's prompt. A huge thank you to my wonderful beta harrigan for the speedy once over. I've tinkered so all mistakes are mine.

Goodnight, Sweetheart

                                                                                                                                                                                             

Title: Scars
Rating: Teen and up
Pairings: Gen
Word count: 779
Summary: There's a reason Sam's body is a map of scars, and it's not just hunting
Notes: There is a section of this that deals with suicidal thoughts so, if this bothers you, please skip it.

Read on: ff.net | LJ | AO3

Good For You
author: dragonflybeach
word count: 878
rating: PG-13
characters: Sam, Dean, Lady Toni Bevell
warnings: references to offscreen torture and hallucinated non-con, spoilers for season 12 especially episodes s12e02 and s12e21.
summary: When the adrenaline wears off, Sam breaks.

Read on LJ or AO3.

Title: A kind of magic
Author: Backroadsspirit
Prompt word: Unicorn
Rating: gen
Beta: Soncnica

Summary: "And you always told me they don´t exist."

A kind of magic

„Dean“

„Mmh?“

„Why´d you lie to me?“

Quick turn on his heels, head cocked to the side with a frown, more than a little conflicted between outrageous denial and which time?

“Don´t really understand that question, Sammy.” Guard up, carefully treading this unstable conversational grounds.

“But it´s lit´rally right there. Right behind ya. An´ you always told me they don´ exist.”

Sam´s voice edging towards whiny, Dean´s finger finding the trigger. A slow 360, scanning every inch of their room, hard-learned scrutiny: Hideous pink-striped curtains, an antique dust-covered pot flower kinda looking like it´s patiently awaiting its chance for world domination. But no threat.

Nothing.

Lowering the gun, eyes wandering back towards the 6´4 feet of little brother currently sprawled out on the bed by the window. The corners of his mouth rise. Oh, this is going to be good.

“Told you what doesn´t exist, Sammy?” All wide-eyed innocence, while his hand´s slowly reaching for his phone.

Unlock, voice recorder, start recording.

“Whaddaya think, idiot, the unicorn!”

Sam, completely serious, finger pointing agitatedly at a spot behind Dean´s left ear.

“How come you don´ see it? `S all shiny and sparkling.”

Teeth biting down hard on the inside of his cheek and keep it together now!

Because Sam´s face. Features more familiar than his own, stuck between impatient exasperation at his brother´s incapability and honest distress about him not seeing the sparkling magical creature he´s so fascinated by. And it makes him want to laugh but it made him want to cry, too.

“Don´t you worry your pretty little head, bro, I see something so much better right now.”

Going for teasing and missing by miles, truth slipping out between the syllables and damn it, but he feels that the thirty stitches holding his little brother´s side together right now are making him a little entitled.

“But Dean, you need to see ´t, this might be our only chance!”

Adamant and completely lost to reality, stuck in a world where showing his brother a unicorn is worth popping his stitches for. Luckily for him, Dean is faster. Before Sam can push himself up he´s there, hands placed on his shoulders.

“Hey, hey, relax, man, okay? I´m sure the unicorn´ll still be there tomorrow. You can show me then, alright?”

Eye to eye, green to brown, brother to brother. Tension melts out of tired muscles and Sam sinks back down. Not defeat but unconditional trust.

“Yeah, okay.”

And finally, their last dose of heavy-duty painkillers proving to be worth the money they didn´t pay for them. Breathing evening out, eyes slipping shut, body going limb and it feels like the whole room breathes a universal sigh of relief.

Kid never did know when it´s time to let go. Guess that makes two of us.

“Sleep well, Sammy.”

Heaving a sigh that´s equally relieved and resigned. Stopping the recording. Saving it in the file with little-brother-blackmail-material, even though he already knows he´s never going to use it for that.

Saving it anyway, just because he knows there´ll be times when he´ll want to remember how his brother sounds when he jabbers about unicorns like he doesn´t have a care in the world. Times that might already come tomorrow, when Sam´ll wake up to a stitched wound that would´ve killed him had it been a little further on the right and he´ll have to tell him they were all out of drugs.

And money. And hope.

Tired legs carrying him over to the chair by the door, eyes lingering on his brother´s sleeping form.

Well, maybe not hope.

Mumbling, to himself more than anything else: “Hope you dream of unicorns.”