Hello Everyone! This is my new story that's gonna be a series of one-shots that are based off prompts that you guys request I write! Here are few rules:
1. This is a Sam-Centric Fic, so please only send in prompts that focus of Sam while Dean is being an awesome/protective brother!
2. This is strictly a Gen. fic. No slash, just some brotherly love.
3. Any characters can be included, doesn't matter to me.
4. Prompts can range from anything that you want it to. It can be related to episodes or pre-series, doesn't matter to me. Also, it could be Sam being sick, hurt, injured, migraine... literally anything Sam-centric thing you can think of. (Please keep it PG-13 :P)
5. Have fun requesting prompts! I will try to fill as many as I can and I apologize if I accidently miss yours :-( I will give a shoutout to the person who requested a prompt before each chapter.
6. Thank you!
This first prompt I got off of an OhSam comment fic meme. If the person who requested that prompt stumbles across this, I hope you enjoy it!
Prompt #1: 17yr old Sam realizes that his prom/homecoming date may not be exactly ... human. But since he told Dean that he was going to be normal tonight, he has no weapons on him, and tries to take on whatever it is in hand-to-hand combat. That was not a good idea.
Sam just wanted to be normal for one night. For once in his life, he just wanted to be a teenager and not some freak that skips town every few weeks. Sure, he had an awesome brother and even his father had is moments, but Sam craved to be seen a normal kid and not some loser who lives in a motel room. Why couldn't his father or Dean understand that much?
It was Sam's senior year and that meant one thing. Prom. He had been in living in Hell, Michigan for over two months now and the prom was just a few days away. He wanted to go more than anything, but he had a feeling that if his father ever found out about it, he'd ban Sam from going. So, Sam kept it to himself and get this... he's got a date.
Ashley Harrington, one of the most popular girls in the twelfth grade. It came as a shock when Ashley came over to him one morning and out of the blue just asked him to Prom. He was manly shocked because he could've sworn she had a boyfriend, and also why Sam? He was the exact opposite of her. Unlike Ashley, Sam was the loser and mockery of his class. Was she trying to ruin her reputation or something.
At that moment, Sam decided not to care. Hell, if the prettiest girl in his school wanted to go to prom with him, then you didn't have to ask Sam twice.
When he broke the news to his brother that afternoon, he expected his brother to be proud, not to laugh in his face.
"What's so funny?" Sam was offended.
Dean tried to contain his laughter, but was failing. "I'm sorry, but you? I'm surprised, Sammy. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud you got the girl , but Prom? Are you really that pathetic?"
"How is going to a school dance pathetic?" Sam frowned. "You went to homecoming all four years."
"Homecoming's different, man. Prom's formal and more... girly. Homecoming's where you get to screw around with the girls and they don't care," Dean smirked. "Plus, Dad's got a hunt. We're leaving in a few days."
"No we're not," Sam shook his head.
"What do you mean we're not?" Dean raised an eyebrow at his little brother.
"I am not skipping town and missing what may be my only chance at normalcy," Sam stood his ground.
"Sam, we've been through this before. Guys like us, we don't get to be normal," Dean sighed.
"We decide our own fate, Dean," Sam's stubborn streak was starting to form. "I choose this. If you can't let me have this one thing then you better think about just leaving me behind."
Dean was surprised at his brother's attitude. "Geez, man, what's gotten into you?"
"What's gotten into me? This damn life, Dean! I'm tired, alright? I'm so done with moving around my whole damn life. I just want to be normal, Dean. I want live past twenty and I want a wife and kids and a job..."
"You have a job, Sam," Dean stated.
"A shitty ass job," Sam clarified.
"Okay, maybe we haven't had the best of an ideal childhood, Sam, but it hasn't been that bad. We have each other, we have a family," Dean reasoned. "You should be grateful for all the stuff that Dad does, alright? He deserves more respect than what you show him."
"He doesn't deserve anything for raising us the way he did," Sam shook his head.
"Now, you don't mean that..." Dean began.
"No, you know what? I've had it about up to here with your 'dad's little solider' act." Sam scoffed.
Something flared in Dean's eyes, and Sam knew that his brother's patience was wearing thin. However, Sam, in that moment, didn't have the reason to care. Why couldn't his brother understand?
"I'd advise you to watch your next words, Sam," Dean warned.
"I'm going to that dance, Dean." The younger Winchester declared. Sam started to walk towards their motel room, leaving Dean standing by the car.
"Sam, we are leaving this weekend and that is final," Dean said in a firm, barely calm voice.
Sam spun around and shouted, "Why can't you of all people be happy for me to actually find something and maybe even someone humane? Wasn't it you who always told me your dream was for me to live a normal life and have kids one day?"
"Sam!" Dean barked.
"No, I'm gonna stay, Dean. Leave my ass for all I care. I'm doing this normal, because that is something I live for." Sam snapped.
He walked into the motel room and slammed the door behind him. He looked out the window in time to see Dean get back into the Impala and drive away, probably seeking out booze in a bar.
Sam just threw his backpack onto his bed and then sat on the edge of the bed, wondering why everything had to be so complicated.
Sam was surprised to see that his brother went through with his threat and left for Minnesota Saturday morning. He was woken to an empty, and surprisingly clean motel room with a note on the nightstand next to Sam's burner phone.
Now that he was completely alone, Sam didn't know why he felt sad that his brother had actually left him to fend for himself. Then again, Sam was practically asking to be left by his lonesome when they had that fight.
In fact, after their argument, Dean had not spoken to Sam for the reminder as his stay. For that, Sam felt guilty. He couldn't help but feel like he had pushed his brother away and that he may have overreacted like how he usually did in situations like that. He just wanted Dean to understand his perspective, be aware of what Sam wanted, and that was not being apart of hunting twenty-four seven. Sure, he could do a hunt every other week or month, but he wants to remain in a constant place. He wants to get a scholarship and go to college, to get a job and someday have a wife and maybe even kids... High school was ending for Sam in a few months, and Sam just wanted those months to be memorable.
When Sam went into the bathroom to get ready for the day, he noticed that something was hanging on the door hanger. Frowning, he spun around and he couldn't help the small grin that formed on his face when he saw that it was a tux. There was a post it note on the plastic wrap that read "Bitch" and Sam instantly knew where it came from. Maybe Dean did understand after all.
The dance was at eight that night and Sam was planning on hitching a bus ride to school where he was meeting Ashley. It was currently noon and Sam couldn't remember the last time that he had slept in that late, and it quite honestly felt nice.
Yeah, he could get used to a life like that.
When Sam arrived at the school five minutes before the dance started, he felt nervous. This was his actual first maybe date and it scared him. He had never had something like that before, never had someone pay attention to him. Then again, he was usually never in town long enough to catch anyone's attention. Dean teased him endlessly for it, but Sam knew it was all out of good fun and humor. Sam teased him back, so they were quite even, but Dean would never admit that.
When the clock struck eight-thirty Sam started getting a little sad. Had he been stood up? It really should't surprise him if he did. Ashley was way over his league anyway. Maybe Dean had been right. Maybe this wasn't worth it.
When Sam was about to head inside for a drink, he felt someone slip their arm under his.
Sam jumped in surprise and turned around to see a beaming Ashley.
"Sorry I'm late, my Dad's car was acting up," Ashley apologized as she basically started leading him inside.
"No, it's okay," Sam quickly reassured her, but his voice stuttered a little bit.
"Anyways, lets get on with this, yeah? We need to make up for the lost time!" Ashley began tugging his arm, urging Sam to hurry inside with her.
They entered the gymnasium where the crowd was, dancing to blasting music from a DJ booth in the center. It was loud, like really loud. Sam winced at the initial impact of the loud noise piercing his ear drum.
Ashley immediately took him over to the dance floor and started dancing, and Sam did too, but a little shyly.
"So, tell me about yourself, Sam," Ashley shouted over the noise.
"What's there to talk about?" Sam shrugged.
"Oh, come on, a guy like you has got to have an interesting life!"
"You'd be surprised," Sam scoffed.
"You have a brother though, right?" Ashley frowned.
"Yeah. He's twenty-one though, so I mean, there's an age difference," Sam replied.
"Is he your guardian?" Ashley frowned.
Sam had to think about that for a moment. "Yeah, I guess he is. My Dad travels a lot for work and usually we go with him, but sometimes Dean stays to watch over me so I can focus on school." Okay, that last part was a lie, but it made him sound normal and not a freak.
"Dean's a cutie," Ashley admired. Then she realized what she said and blushed, "I mean... you are too, but..."
A chill went down Sam's spine and that was the first sign that made things feel a little... off. He ignored it.
"Trust me, you're not the first one to say that to me," Sam laughed.
"Too bad, he left, right? You must miss him," Ashley sighed. "Especially with your mom dead and your dad off hunting."
Okay, that's strike two and a little too close to home. Nausea began to boil in his stomach and the air suddenly felt claustrophobic.
"Um... I'm gonna go hunt down the men's room. I'll be right back, yeah?" Sam said.
"Of course, I'll go hunt us down something to drink," Ashley beamed that painfully blinding smile and trotted off.
As Sam speed-walked down the hallway, he was grabbing his phone, cursing himself for not bringing anything to defend himself with. The one night he thought he might not need something... Why did trouble have to find him?
Sam walked into an empty bathroom and sighed in relief, he flipped his phone open and pressed 1 on his speed-dial.
"Dean," His brother answered.
Sam sighed in relief. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear your voice."
"You sound awfully eager."
"I'm beginning to think I made a stupid mistake," Sam admitted.
"Took you long enough. I'm telling you, man, those dances are dangerous," Dean replied. "Full of horny teenagers and awful punch."
"What?" Sam asked before shaking his head in exasperation. "No, that's not what I meant. I think something's here."
"Yeah, Sam. It's called Prom."
"No. Some thing as in you know what," Sam dropped his voice, not wanting someone to walk in and think he was crazy.
Instantly, Dean was on alert. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about my friggin' date, man. I'm pretty sure she's not entirely... human," Sam chose his words carefully.
"You got proof?"
"She knows things that I've never told her. She knew your name."
"Everyone knows my name, Sam," Dean laughed. "You sure you're not crying wolf?"
"She knew about Mom," Sam revealed.
There was the sound of breaks screeching. "I'm on my way back. Do you have anything on you?"
"You took the car, Dean, you tell me," Sam retorted.
"I left you a gun under your pillow, you moron. Why didn't you take it with you?" Dean demanded.
"Maybe because it's not casual to have a gun at Prom? I'm sorry if I didn't want to be arrested!"
"Sam, you hang tight. Try to figure out what she... or it is. I'm calling Dad, he'll want to know."
Sam bit his lip to keep his anxiety at bay. "Just get here quick, yeah?"
"I'll be there as soon as I can. Be careful, Sammy."
"I will," Sam promised before hanging up.
When Sam entered the gymnasium again, he stopped dead at the sight of everyone passed out and the music left blaring with no DJ.
"What the hell?" Sam frowned as he crouched down in front of the nearest person and checked for a pulse.
"Oh, they're alive, just... incapacitated," A girly voice dryly stated behind him.
Sam spun around to see Ashley standing near the doorway, smirking.
"What the hell are you?" Sam demanded.
"How about you come and find out?" Ashley challenged.
Without thinking, Sam charged towards the woman, getting ready for a fight. However, before Sam could comprehend what was happening, Ashley let out a piercing screech which seemed to send off waves of powerful energy. The scream swept Sam off his feet and he went flying, he hit the ground and slid across the floor for a moment.
Groaning in pain as the ringing in his ears made his head ache. He felt blood on the sides of his ears and wondered if his ear drums had burst.
"Sam Winchester, oh how I've waited for this," Ashley's faded voice snarked. Suddenly she was in front of him, grabbing the front of his shirt in a face. "Your father killed off my sister a year ago, I've waited so long for revenge. When I found out you were his son... I figured this would be the best way to get what I want."
"And what is that?" Sam shouted, but he barely heard his voice.
"Justice," Ashley punched him in the face and Sam felt his nose bleed. She held out a syringe and Sam's eyes widened. If that was what he thinks it was...
Ashley went to stab him in the chest, but Sam managed to stop her momentum just before it pierced his skin. His arms were shaking with effort as he tried to hold back the syringe from his chest. Ashley went to scream again and Sam jumped, managing to turn on his side and cover his ears. He felt something sharp pierce his shoulder and Sam jerked in surprise.
His fight response kicked in and he pushed upwards, using all of his momentum to head butt the monster. Ashley stumbled back in response and Sam snatched the syringe from his arm and paled when he saw it was empty.
"What did you do to me?" Sam shouted.
Ashley just smirked.
Sam reeled back his fist and let it fly, hitting the monster in the face. He stumbled a bit as his eyesight grew fuzzy for a moment.
"You can't fight it, Sam," Ashley growled.
"Yeah, well I don't have to," Sam snapped before running towards the wall.
"What are you doing?" Ashley frowned.
Sam pulled the fire alarm.
"No!" Ashley screamed before screeching in rage.
Sam covered his ears once more as he fell to his knees. When the screeching stopped, Sam looked up but the monster was already gone. He felt darkness seep through his consciousness and he knew no more.
When Sam came around, it was to sirens and screaming voices.
He managed to open his eyes and realize he was outside the school on a gurney that was moving. He had a breathing tube in his nose and there was an IV in his arm.
"Sam!" A voice yelled.
Sam barely heard it, and he was so out of it that he didn't know who it was until their face came into view. Someone was next to him, their pace adjusting so that they could keep up with the moving gurney.
"D'n?" Sam croaked weakly.
"Stay with me, Sammy," Dean grabbed his hand.
Everything was fuzzy and Sam felt tired. His eyes drooped close and he passed out once more.
The next time that Sam came around, it was for real. There was a beeping sound and the room smelled way to sterile. That's when Sam knew he was in the hospital.
When Sam opened his eyes he looked around his surroundings, and his eyes fell on his brother who was sitting in a chair, legs propped up on the bed, arms crossed and his head resting on his chest. He seemed to be asleep and Sam was grateful for that. Just by looking at Dean's tired posture, he knew his brother looked like crap.
"Sammy, you awake, kiddo?" A new voice asked from the doorway.
Sam looked over at John Winchester, who slowly entered the room, looking a little shaken and tired.
"What happened?" Sam frowned, his voice croaky. He winced as the pounding in his head protested the sound.
"Banshee," John looked guilty. "A revengeful one at that. You saved a lot of kids in there, Sammy."
Sam smiled, "Part of the job, right?"
"You did good," John returned the smile with a small one of his own. "Now you need to focus on recovering."
"Head hurts," Sam winced.
"I bet. You're ear drums were torn too when they found you. How's your chest?" John asked.
"A little tight," Sam admitted.
"That bitch injected you with some sort of steroid that causes your heart to beat so fast it gives out," John told him. "You're lucky you got stabbed in the shoulder and not the chest or else you would've been dead in minutes."
"'m sorry," Sam apologized.
"Why are you apologizing, kiddo?" John frowned. "If anyone should be sorry it's me. I put you in danger tonight. If I had known..."
Sam reached a hand out for his father and John grabbed his son's hand with his own and squeezed it.
"Dean?" Sam asked.
John looked at his eldest son fondly. "Finally fell asleep after running on coffee for the past two days. I kicked his ass when I heard he left you alone."
"Thought you needed him?" Sam frowned.
"I told him it could've waited a week, but apparently he didn't get that memo."
Sam just nodded and let out a yawn.
John chuckled, "Get some more rest, son. We're not going anywhere."
With those words said, Sam fell into a dreamless sleep, knowing he was safe in the hands of his family.
I always get nervous when posting a new story. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I'm a fairly new writer and if the characters seem a bit OOC, please feel free to give me more tips on what you think Sam or Dean act like that seem more canon. Also, feel free to send in any writing tips if I accidentally made mistakes, I'm my own editor right now so I may miss a few things.
Alright, I'll leave it at that. Don't forget to feel free to request prompts either in the reviews or PM me.
I will be updating this story hopefully every other week. This is currently a side story I am doing while I work on other projects.
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