comment fic meme!

[mimblexwimble]

Following the results of the poll we took last month (don't make it easy on us or anything, guys, haha!), we've decided to hold a comment fic meme once every three months. This gives everyone time to write and prompt to their heart's content, and allows us mods to keep up with y'all. And we're starting right now!

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strep throat

[akg42]

Reposting from the last comment fic:

I had strep throat when I was home over Christmas last year. Because I normally run warmer than than most people and was incredibly jet lagged, I didn't notice that I was actually sick (the fever didn't help with logical thinking either). I was (totally without reason) annoyed at my mom for not noticing (I'm in my 30s, I really should be capable of taking care of myself) and making me feel better (she came through wonderfully once we realized what I had).

So (the point, finally), I was thinking Sam should get sick, maybe in season 5 when the boys weren't that close again yet, and then sad that his big brother didn't notice and fix things right away. With Dean being awesome in the end. I definitely want gen.

(I know there's something similar earlier here with Cas noticing that Sam is sick when Dean doesn't but I'd love one from Sam's POV)

FILLED: The Grief That Does Not Speak 1/?

[purplehrdwonder]

So, this doesn't adhere exactly the prompt, but I stuck with it as much as possible. Hope it works for you :)

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Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
-- William Shakespeare

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The day after they burned the picture in Bobby’s fireplace, Sam woke up with a throbbing headache. He rolled away from the afternoon sunlight streaming through the dingy window, feeling miserable. But considering the last couple of days, he was hardly surprised. The hardware store explosion still echoed through his mind like a sick soundtrack while Lucifer’s chilling words played like a song on repeat.

“I think it'll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it'll happen in Detroit.”

“That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage. I'm gonna need it.”

“I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael-Michael turned on

Re: FILLED: The Grief That Does Not Speak 2/?

[purplehrdwonder]

The window overlooked the salvage yard, and Sam could hear mechanical clacks and bangs drifting across the air. Dean had fled to Bobby’s garage yesterday afternoon to work on some of the cars Bobby hadn’t been able to get to after his injury. Bobby needed the money and Dean needed the distraction-and with no Impala to rebuild, he’d turned to the next best thing. He’d only come back into the house to grab something to eat or drink, quickly retreating outside if anyone else was in the kitchen, or to shower and crash on the couch while Sam took the guest room they’d taken over as kids.

Sam briefly wondered if running the power tools in the garage drowned out the sound of the exploding hardware store in Dean’s mind, or if cranking the wrenches and other tools made him, at least for a few moments, forget the feel of pulling the trigger on the Colt only for it to fail so spectacularly.

With a shake of his head, Sam turned to the bookshelves and started scanning titles, hoping to find something to take his mind off everything.
-----It was

Re: FILLED: The Grief That Does Not Speak 3/?

[purplehrdwonder]

Bile rose in Sam’s throat and he nearly fell out of bed in his effort to bolt to the bathroom. He’d eaten some toast the day before-though it had turned to ash on his tongue and he’d avoided food after-and that made a violent reappearance. His throat burned like sandpaper and his head pulsed angrily with every heave.

Once it passed, Sam wiped the sweat from his brow and turned on the shower. He was covered in sticky sweat and the stale odor of illness and just wanted to be clean. He was about to step in when another bout of nausea twisted up his insides, and he slumped in front of the toilet and gagged for what felt like hours. Once he could see straight again, he decided a shower would take more effort than he had in him and turned off the shower before falling back against the tub in defeat.

-----Hours turned into one day, then two, and passed in a mixture of hasty staggering trips to the bathroom to throw up any meager amounts of food and water Sam got down so he wouldn’t be trying to puke nothing and lingering stretches of

Re: FILLED: The Grief That Does Not Speak 4/?

[purplehrdwonder]

The worse Sam felt, the harder it was to wake up, which gave Lucifer more time in his head. He didn’t usually remember his dreams play-by-play, but the sentiment remained the same: Say yes. No one cares about you but me. You’re all alone. Only I understand you. I can bring you peace. I can protect you and the ones you love. Say yes. Yes. Yes.

Sam always felt worse when he woke up from those dreams, which only worsened the whole circle of sickness. He was starting to wonder if he’d ever get out of it.

And he wondered once more when-or if-Dean would notice his situation.

Or if he would care.

The last thought made him just as nauseous as Lucifer’s presence in his mind.

-----Sam’s hands were braced on either side of the sink as he rinsed the taste of vomit from his mouth. The shower was still running in the background and the prospect of moving the five feet to shut it off was intimidating-and that wasn’t even considering the walk back to the bedroom. Sam spit the water back into the sink and a wave of vertigo hit him. He shut his

Re: FILLED: The Grief That Does Not Speak 5/?

[purplehrdwonder]

Dean shifted uncomfortably. Not sure what to make of that, Sam turned to look at his brother. There was a curious mix of expressions crossing Dean’s face that Sam wasn’t entirely sure what to make of in his hazy state

Re: FILLED: The Grief That Does Not Speak 6/6

[purplehrdwonder]

Really looking at his brother, Sam felt a rush of shame for thinking that Dean wouldn’t care that he was sick. Despite everything-even the voicemail they hadn’t dared broach-Dean had come for him in the convent, hadn’t abandoned him to Lucifer. Yeah, there were trust issues, but Dean had called Sam back in despite his reservations, still hunted with him, and was willing to face both Heaven and Hell with his ex-junkie of a brother at his side

Re: FILLED: The Grief That Does Not Speak 6/6

[akg42]

I posted on your lj but I wanted to say thanks again. This was exactly what I wanted.