Tag: hurt!sam

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Dean scoots his chair closer to my bedside, and he has that anxious look like I’m hurt. I guess I am. Still not in any pain, though.

“You were in an accident,” he says finally, eyes flicking to my forehead and back to my face. He forces a smile, but I can tell it’s serious.

“H-how long was I out?” I ask, coughing again slightly. “Water?”

“Right! Here, here you go.” Dean has a cup of water already on a tray nearby. There’s a few empty ones on the counter next to that. And that’s when I start to get uneasy.

“Dean,” I press him, sipping at the water. “How long?”

A shadow practically falls over his face.

“They said you were awake when they brought you in, but by the time I got here you were unconscious. It’s been three weeks.”

“Three — that’s impossible!” I sputter and nearly drop the water. “That long, I wouldn’t wake back up.”

“Yeah,” Dean says, his voice cracking. “You wouldn’t.”

This is cover art for a one-shot fanfic of mine, No Time At All. Here’s the summary and more info:

Sam is in a coma. An experimental drug lets him wake up for a few hours at a time, though, and be able to visit with his brother. Dean is helpless to change Sam’s situation, so Sam decides to try to change Dean’s.

G-rated, 3616 words, Implied Major Character Death, No-supernatural AU, Nurse Castiel, Background Destiel, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Brother Feels, Time Skips, Sam POV, Hopeful Bittersweet Ending

Read No Time At All on Ao3

So many feels!!! I needed my Moose Bucket ™️ to hold all the feels for this one!!!

Sam’s Problem (part 10)

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Here it is folks. The penultimate chapter. We’re almost done. 🙂

Summary: Sam’s got a problem he’s not talking about. He’s shut out
both Cas and Dean, and is trying to solve it on his own. The trouble is, he’s
in way over his head. If he’s not careful, his whole life – and the life of his
brother – is going to be turned upside down. Will he be able to fix it before
someone gets seriously hurt? Or worse?

Warnings: Quick transitions, multiple POVs, hurt!sam

Ships: None in this story

Notes: For this story, Cas still has teleportation and other
angel-related capabilities.

 This part is told in small chunks, as several people are
involved, and it is being told from their point of view. This is all meant to
happen very quickly, hence the quick transitions.

Dean kicked the
door open, gun ready. But standing directly in front of him was someone who was
clearly expecting him. Dean had no time to react. He knew the pain he felt down
to his core was a spell. Everything went black.

*  *  *  *  *

Cas was waiting outside, on the roof.
He was going to transport Sam back while Rowena and Dean drove. He had to be
sure he got Sam out of there and back to the bunker as soon as possible. He waited,
unsure of the exact time to go, as Sam was still warded. He couldn’t sense Sam
at all. He needed Rowena to remove the warding so he could grab Sam and go. He
waited…and waited. It was getting cold.

*  *  *  *  *

Rowena
waited outside the door behind Dean. He was going to kick it in and remove any
obstacles in the way so she could find Samuel and remove the warding. But the
moment he kicked the door open, she felt the presence of another witch. She
tried to grab Dean before he jumped into the room, but she was too late. The
door swung closed and she knew the whole plan was ruined. She had to figure out
a solution, and fast.

*  *  *  *  *

Sam cringed as he
remained chained to the table. His anxiety level was increasing. He could feel
the blood rushing in his ears. His shoulder was still in pain from the
injection. He was pretty sure whatever it was the man injected him with was something
to induce panic. It was working.

“No more games Sam.
You will help me.”

“No.”

“Listen.  It’s not up to you. You’re going to give your
powers over to us, or the consequences will be more than you can imagine.”

“You already have me, how much worse can it get. I’m not afraid
of torture.” Sam tried to keep the fact that he was in pain hidden. The man
scoffed.

“We’re gonna take those powers of yours, somehow. If it
means keeping you here and forcing you to do our will, so be it. But then you’ll
be here for the rest of your life.”

“You forgot about my brother.” Sam smirked. He knew Dean was
already looking for him. Despite his increasing fear, he knew his brother would
get there soon.

“Oh, we haven’t forgotten Dean. We’re expecting him any
moment. Him and his foolish friends.” His words sent a shiver down Sam’s spine.

The man paused and looked up at the ceiling.

“Actually, they’re here now. Excuse me while I go greet our
guests. I’d like to be there to welcome them at the door.”

Sam lost it.

“NO!! DEAN! NO!” He struggled
with all his might, but it was no use. Sam knew by now the chains were held in
place with magic. Only magic could remove them.

*  *  *  *  *

Rowena returned
to the Impala and grabbed her bag. She was going to have to improvise.

“Damn you Dean Winchester and your impulsive behavior!” She
rummaged through the materials until she found what she was looking for.

“It’s rudimentary, but it will have to do.” She pulled out a
small vile of powder and sprinkled some onto her hand. Chanting in a language
neither Winchester would understand, she blew the dust into the air, towards
the roof of the building.

She only hoped Cas would get close enough to Sam to help.
This spell had a knack for being…inaccurate. She held her breath and waited.

*  *  *  *  *

Cas sensed Rowena’s magic. Sam’s
warding didn’t quite disappear, but he felt a pull toward the younger
Winchester. A pull he couldn’t resist. Without warning, he was transported to
Sam’s location. The transport left him dizzy. He had never traveled by witch
powder before. He landed on the ground of a room that was made of stone. He was
disoriented, but he stood quickly, and across the room, about 30 yards away, he saw Sam chained to a
table. Just then, a man walked into the room, directly behind Sam.  Cas reached out towards Sam and –

*  *  *  *  *

Sam only had to
wait a few moments before the man returned. He still had never seen his face.
The man made sure to stay well behind Sam’s head, out of his peripheral vision.

And then something happened that neither man was
expecting.  Sam’s panic had turned into anger.
He felt it building up inside him when the man went to get Dean.

“NOOO!!” Sam screamed at the top of his lungs.  The table that Sam had been chained to
lurched forward, until he was in somewhat of a standing positing, the table
resting on the ground at a slight angle. The man gasped.  

“I knew it!”

Anger and rage
built up like never before and Sam felt a surge of energy. He pulled his wrists
free and swung quickly to his right. He hit his captor square in the face,
knocking him to the ground. The man fell motionless to the cold floor. He reached down and simply pulled the chains free
from around his ankles. He stood, teeth clenched, sweat dripping from his
forehead, bare feet hitting the cold stone floor. He was breathing heavily. But
Sam’s focus was only on one thing.

Dean.

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Facing the Truth – morgana07 – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Schmoop, Worried Sam Winchester, Upset Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Mild Spoilers, brother bonding
Summary:

1-shot. The night after his talk with Rowena finds Sam having to finally face the truth and talk to Dean about things that he hadn’t. Sam’s confession then forces his brother to face some truths of his own. *Emotional/angsty!Sam & Protective/worried!Dean*

Facing the Truth – morgana07 – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

White Flag (13.11 missing scene)

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Dean allowed himself
to be mesmerized by the glow of the flickering neon blue and gold reflecting on
the ice cubes as they filled the bucket.  He took a piece from the bucket and crunched
on it as he stomped back to the motel room.

He powered through
the door, unsurprised at seeing Sam in the same position he’d been in for
hours, while Donna cried, first hysterically, then just exhaustedly leaking: on
the couch, facing the wall, hands bracing on his knees.  

Neither of them had
let Donna leave while she was so shellshocked by Doug’s near death and then
losing him in an entirely different way, resigned she’d sat on the couch and
cried it out with the brothers flanking her.
Dean had tried to talk her down, but gave up and turned on Real Housewives, providing commentary
between screaming matches and botched dinner parties.  Sam, on the other hand, had angled his body
away from her, but had placed one big hand flat on her back and left it
there.  

Now that she was
gone, the hand was slack on cushion.  

“All right, tough
guy, let’s check you out,” Dean announced as he kicked the door shut with a slam
that caused Sam to jerk and wince.  

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moose-feels:

the incredibly talented and gorgeous tania drew this for me (excuse me while i cry uncontrollably) and she wants me to say something about the symbolism, i suppose, so

i asked her for the favour of drawing sam with stigmata, and she was kind enough to do exactly that! 

stigmata are the wounds of christ—the holes of the crucifixion nails in jesus’ hands and feet, the crown of thorns, and in some cases blood from the eyes. in catholic tradition and history several people have been recorded as miraculously receiving stigmata (most famously, saint francis of assisi and padre pio) as a sign of their faith and devotion. it’s by all accounts a miserable condition, but i thought it had a really interesting symbolism when applied to sam.

sam’s the boy king, lucifer’s vessel, for all intents and purposes damned at birth. to be honest, he’s done some pretty horrible things—granted, he was pushed and pulled by various forces the whole time, but in his own mind, i’m sure, he has a lot to make up for.

if he were to receive stigmata, agonising and unbearable as it is, i think it would be a sign to him that he’s able to be redeemed for everything he thinks he’s done wrong. that he’s been forgiven even if he can’t forgive himself, that his sacrifices haven’t gone unnoticed. sam winchester did, after all, save the world, in a complete and total denial of himself—just as catholic tradition holds that jesus christ did.

i really wanted to see that come to life, and tania has done that for me spectacularly. thank you so much, darling heart. :’)

It starts as an itch in the center of his palm, an itch that burns no matter how much he scratches it. And he can’t stop scratching it. He rubs and itches and scratches his palms until he tears back the skin and then things get weird.

Sam tries to hide it from Dean. He lays wide strips of gauze across the wounds, but the blood seeps through quickly, and Dean notices. Dean then does the older brother thing and starts worrying. He asks Sam questions about it. He insists they go to a doctor, he wants Sam to take a few days off, he doesn’t let Sam hold things.

Sam worries about it, too, but he’d really just prefer to pretend it’s something that hasn’t happened. Sam just wants to move on. Just wants things to go back to  normal.

And then things get really, really, really weird.

He wakes up to change his bandages (he keeps ruining hotel pillow cases) and he sees them along his hairline. They hurt, they itch, they bleed. Tiny little pinpricks of blood, like red stars strewn along his forehead.

“Dean,” he calls from the bathroom. “Dean, I don’t know what to-“

And Dean opens the door, sharp and sudden and he looks at the drops that are falling down his brother’s face and his brother’s soaking, crimson hands and he freezes.

“Sammy,” he murmurs, “Sammy what is happening?”

And Sam chokes on his inability to give answers.

They start researching, starting on medical sites and then moving to some more arcane material. Sam is miserable the whole time.

It hurts. They’re actual wounds, wounds that won’t heal, wounds that only bleed and bleed, making it hard for him to hold anything. The ones along his hairline clump into his bangs and obstruct his vision, and they don’t just dot his face, they stretch all the way around his head. He can’t go out. He can’t leave.  He’s useless and uncomfortable.

They have nothing until Castiel shows up two days into the research.

“Sam,” he says, serious and breathless. “Sam.” And he cradles Sam’ face in his hands, the blood dripping onto his thumbs.

“What’s happening?” Sam asks.

“Stigmata,” Castiel replies. “The wounds of Christ.”

Dean’s lost his voice, but he could swear he could see something more to Castiel as he embraced his prone, bleeding brother. An aura, a halo.

All of the host is singing- Sam Winchester is forgiven

I’d love to see this expanded..