Title: Reader's Special: Fourth Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Fourth Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.

Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Fourth Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!

Chapter Info: For Lucydolly22 - could you do a story where Sam gets his wisdom teeth out? Emphasis on the drugged, loopy, slurring fluffiness please. And humor of course, make him loopy for as long as possible and i will be happy. Make it that there are complications if you have to :P

A/N: Some pre-series Teenchesters here. :D Sam 16/Dean 20 Mostly the requested fluff with just a little touch of fear/angst to keep things interesting. Lol Enjoy!

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

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Dean slipped an arm around his brother's shoulders and pulled him in, holding on when Sam tried to pull away. "Quit it. Wouldn't hurt so much if you'd said something sooner, you idiot."

Sam groaned and closed his eyes as he leaned into Dean and kept a hand wrapped around the right side of his jaw. The toothache had started days earlier and, in true Winchester fashion, he'd sucked it up and ignored it as long as he possibly could. He'd ignored it until the dizziness had started and he'd ended up almost head-first down on the floor if not for his brother's quick reflexes. "Sucks."

"Yeah, I know." Dean smiled and watched his dad talking to the surgeon. He wrinkled his nose at the clinical smell of the hospital. There wasn't any choice in bringing Sam in once his dad had realized what the problem was, and it'd been hard not to when the right side of his brother's face had swelled up so bad he couldn't see out of that eye. "They'll knock you out soon and pull the tooth and you'll be good."

"Teeth," Sam corrected and whimpered, leaning more heavily into his brother with a fresh wave of pain that crashed through his head and stole his breath. "Two wisdom teeth, impacted and…"

"And coming the hell out." Dean finished for him and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

Sam appreciated the comfort. He really did. The pain from the teeth was excruciating. He thought maybe it was because it was in his head and there was no escape from it, but it felt like the worst pain he'd ever experienced, and that was saying a lot, being that he was a Winchester. He couldn't sleep and barely ate; even talking hurt, along with swallowing, breathing… Sam groaned again and wished they'd get the hell on with it already.

"Here they come, buddy," Dean assured his brother and met his father's worried gaze with a nod. "He's good. Just hurts like hell."

"Hello, Sam." The doctor moved up the side of the exam bed and put a hand on the young man's shoulder. "I need you to lie back and we're going to start an IV and get that pain under control for you."

"Dean. Come on." John waved a hand and noted the rebellion in his oldest's eyes at leaving his brother. He smiled fondly and took Dean's arm. "Let them take care of him. He's gonna be fine."

Dean went under protest and with a last one-armed hug for his miserable little brother before he stood up. "You're gonna be fine, gigantor." He grinned at Sam's disgusted look for the name. Dean wasn't going to let him live down the fact that he'd had the bad fortune to get taller than his big brother any time soon, even if he was still on the scrawny side. Kid needed to put some muscle on and eat more to fill out that huge frame.

"Come on." John herded Dean out of the room and into the waiting area, pushing him down to a chair and took the one beside him. "The doctor said it should take about an hour and we can take him home later. Doesn't even have to stay the night."

Dean nodded. "Good." He watched the door to Sam's room close and sighed.

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Sam opened his eyes and wasn't surprised that his big brother's face was right there, hovering over him as though he'd been expecting it. He opened his mouth to speak and groaned as pain stabbed into the right side of his jaw and cheek.

"Hey, don't talk yet, Sammy." Dean smiled and sat on the side of the bed. "Doc said the painkillers they gave you after the surgery should be kicking in soon. You'll feel better then." He smirked because they'd warned him and his father that Sam would no doubt be very high for most of the day. He was looking forward to screwing with his brother. "They said we can take you home soon too."

Sam smiled at that and brought a hand up to the right side of his face.

"Don't screw with it, dude." Dean pushed his brother's hand away gently. Sam's face was still a little swollen and he knew they'd packed gauze in one side of his mouth. "Liquid diet for you for a couple of days, Sammy. Dad's out stockin' up on soup and ice cream and shit right now." He chuckled when Sam rolled his eyes.

"S'numb," Sam said softly, pointing at his face. Even though it hurt, there was a peculiar numb sensation through the right side of his mouth. It made him want to swallow or gag, he couldn't decide.

"It'll wear off and boy are you gonna miss it when it does, even with the painkillers." Dean patted Sam's shoulder. "Got plenty of the good stuff for ya', though, when it does."

"And how's my patient?"

Sam looked up as the doctor entered the room and gave a short nod to him. "Ok."

"Good. I need to have a look and then I think we can let you get out of here." The doctor smiled at both boys and leaned over Sam. "Open up for me, Sam, wide as you can."

Sam suffered through the examination with only a few whimpers of discomfort as the doctor checked his mouth and pressed on various places on the right side of his face. He sighed in relief when the man finally leaned back.

"Everything's looking good. Now, it's still bleeding but that's to be expected." The doctor smiled at the worry on the older brother's face. "I've got a bag with some gauze and antiseptic for you so you can change the dressings when you have to. You're going to want to be careful of the extraction site. Don't dislodge the blood clot covering where the teeth were. That's actually a good thing. If that comes out too soon before the area underneath has started to heal, Sam could experience dry socket and believe me, you don't want to find out how much that hurts."

Sam shook his head and resisted the urge to run his tongue over the spot inside his mouth.

"I'm sure your dad and brother will make sure that doesn't happen." The doctor smiled and patted Sam's shoulder again. "I'll go get the paperwork ready for your father when he gets back. You just get comfortable, Sam. Dean, make sure he doesn't do too much for the next couple days. Any physical activity can make the bleeding worse, even walking around too much."

"No problem, doc." Dean promised solemnly and gave his little brother a look that meant he'd take that warning to heart. "He's not gonna be doing anything but laying around on the couch watching cartoons."

"S'for babies," Sam protested.

"Which explains why you still love cartoons," Dean said with a laugh and easily caught the hand Sam threw at him.

"Jerk," Sam grumbled softly and closed his eyes to wait for their dad. He just wanted to get out of the hospital and away from the bright lights that were making his head hurt. He didn't realize at first that the painkillers had kicked in until he heard Dean laughing and then his father's low chuckle. He opened his eyes and frowned up at them, not having even heard his dad come into the room. "Huh?"

"Dude," Dean wiped his eyes and shook his head. "You've been humming for, like… ten minutes."

"Watch Sleeping Beauty recently, did you, Sam?" John Winchester asked with another chuckle and bent over his youngest son, smoothing a hand over his forehead. "You were humming 'Once Upon a Dream'."

Sam shook his head. "Nu-uh. Wasn't."

"Yep, sorry, buddy. You were." Dean smiled and slid an arm under his brother's shoulders while his dad took hold of Sam's hands. "Let's get you up, huh?"

"We goin' somewhere?" Sam asked in confusion.

"Gettin' you home, Sammy. There you go." John pulled while Dean pushed and he watched Sam's eyes roll a little drunkenly around the room. He smirked. "He's gonna be fun for the next couple days." He fixed Dean with a stern look over Sam's shoulder. "No, you will NOT be putting on every horror movie you can find just to freak him out."

Dean snorted a laugh and shrugged innocently. "I wouldn't do that to him."

"Uh huh." John didn't believe him for a second. He looked back down at his youngest and smiled. "How you doin', Sammy?"

"Kinda… floaty." Sam smiled, or tried to, but couldn't really pull it off around the pile of gauze in his mouth.

"Ok, tiger." John grinned and took Sam's legs, pulling them around and over the side of the bed. He shook his head when Sam stood and towered over him by several inches. "What the hell did we feed you?"

Leaving the hospital and the trip back to the motel were mostly a blur for Sam. He kept hearing someone humming Disney tunes and his brother and dad laughing, but he couldn't figure out why it was funny. Sam sighed happily when they reached the motel and he flopped back onto his bed.

"Nope. No can do, Sammy," John waved a hand at Dean. "Get him up. I'll get the stuff from the trunk."

"Hey, buddy. Come on." Dean took his brother's arms and pulled Sam so he was sitting up. "Doc said no lyin' on your back for a couple days, remember?"

Sam shook his head. "Nope."

Dean snorted and held him up when Sam tried to lay down again. "Awesome."

"How come we're not…" Sam frowned and waved an arm, narrowly missing catching his big brother in the face. "…we gotta job, right? Gotta gank the… the… what were we hunting?"

"Dude," Dean laughed and caught his brother's flailing arm. "It's no big deal. Dad called Bobby. He's gonna come take care of it tomorrow."

"But… Ooh, I gotta research!" Sam sat up and stared around. "Do we have a library? We should have a… I like books."

"Oh, man." Dean ran a hand down his face, trying not to burst out laughing, but Sam was making it damn hard. "Just relax, Sammy."

"No! This'simportant!" Sam stared intently at Dean until his eyes started to cross and then blew out a noisy breath in his brother's face. "We gotta fin' the thing… the… I can't 'member what's'it called. The thing that…"

"Bobby'll find it." Dean gave up and started laughing. He held on to his brother when Sam started listing to one side drunkenly.

"D'joo know that uh… that…" Sam stopped and frowned, running his tongue around his lips for a second. "The average rainfall in ameri-no… South America…it's…" He grabbed hold of Dean's shoulders, oblivious to the fact his brother was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. "S'really wet there."

John returned and dropped several bags onto the near bed and hefted the pillows he'd picked up in his arms. He'd decided not to risk stuffing a pile of ratty motel pillows around Sam while he was healing and picked up a few new ones. "Get these behind him." His face was split in a wide grin because Sam's voice had carried out through the door. His youngest son was well and truly high. Not to mention, the picture of him clinging to his brother and staring so intently and seriously at Dean as if imparting information that could change the fate of the world while Dean struggled to contain his laughter was priceless. John did not have a lot of those moments, so he treasured them all the more when they did happen.

Dean quickly propped his little brother up and let Sam ease back into the pillows while he took several deep breaths to calm the laughter. "How's that?"

"S'fluffy cloud o' awesome," Sam snickered and then frowned, putting a hand up to his face. "Face hurts."

"Ice pack?" Dean chuckled and turned to his dad and got a nod.

"Yeah, lemme grab one." John had shoved the two ice packs they had into the motel room's little freezer before they'd left, knowing they'd need them later.

Sam swallowed and grimaced and looked up at Dean. "Wanna spit."

"Huh?" Dean watched his brother make disgusted faces and then laughed again. "Tasting blood? Ok, hang on." He went into the bathroom and grabbed the trashcan, brought it back out and handed the little can to Sam. "There you go, dopey."

"Blech." Sam leaned over the can and spit several times, scowling when a wad of blood-soaked gauze came out as well.

"Here. Get some juice into him and we'll put some fresh gauze in there." John handed Dean a bottle of orange juice and went to the bags on his bed, digging through until he found what he wanted. It was a little irritating to be sidetracked like this, forced to take several days and stop when he'd been in the middle of a job. Bobby, though, had given him a dressing-down worthy of his old Marine Corps commander when he'd suggested finishing it anyway. John smiled ruefully; he'd deserved it. He knew he could sometimes… most of the time… be single-minded when it came to the hunt, but Bobby was right; his sons needed to come first, especially now.

Sam took the ice pack his dad handed him and put it to his face with a grateful sigh as the cold began to seep into his cheek.

"Drink some of this, Sam." Dean held up the juice and rolled his eyes when Sam shook his head. "Dude, drink the juice or I'll pour it in ya'."

Sam scowled but took the bottle. He took several careful swallows with a grimace for the way the blood almost overrode the taste of the juice and handed it back. "Tastes like blood. S'kinda disgusting."

"You're kinda disgusting," Dean said with a grin and set the bottle aside. "Open up. Let Dr. Dean pack that big mouth shut for ya'."

"Dude! Tha's just…that's gross." Sam scowled and slapped a hand out to his brother that went wide and missed. "Dammit."

"Behave, boys," John warned and handed a package of gauze to Dean. "You sure you wanna risk your fingers?"

"He bites me, I'm biting back," Dean promised and glared until Sam burst into giggles. "We need to get video of this and tease him about it later."

John shook his head. "No thanks. I like not worrying about him killing me in my sleep."

"Spoilsport." Dean grinned again, held up a wad of gauze and tapped his brother's chin. "Open up."

Sam decided he could maybe get used to being waited on after a few hours of it. The only time Dean would even let him up off the bed was to take a piss, and Sam was pretty sure his brother would have vetoed that as well if he could have found a way to stop him. He'd started humming again, high on the painkillers the hospital had pumped him full of, and then Dad had given him two more. Now Sam would swear there were spots dancing across the ceiling as his eyes blinked slowly in a daze. He was so sleepy and would have dozed off already if not for the fact that he couldn't seem to get a full breath no matter how wide he opened his mouth. He could see his dad and his brother at the little table across the room, Dean smoking his dad at poker if the frustrated look on Dad's face was any indication. Sam decided that he really, really needed Dean right now.

"You know, you used to be more of a challenge, Dad." Dean grinned unrepentantly at his father and took the pile of pretzels in the middle of the table. It felt… strange almost to just be sitting there doing something like playing cards with his dad; no job, no plans to run out and find something to kill. They were just being… family. He smiled while his dad shuffled the cards and then heard another sound over the cards; a wheezing. "Sammy."

Dean was off his chair like a shot with the certain knowledge sinking into his gut that something was wrong. "Sam?" He slid in next to his brother and felt his father over his shoulder, but his eyes were on his little brother. Sam's mouth was open wide. Air whistled in and out and his eyes met Dean's with a growing look of panic. "Dad? Dad, I don't think he can breathe!"

"Get him up! Hospital! Now!" John could see a slight blue tinge to Sam's lips and remembered the short warning the doctor had given him that, in rare cases, sometimes the extraction could cause the throat to swell and close off an airway. He'd told John not to worry about it, that it likely wasn't a possibility, and John decided right there to introduce the doctor to his fist first chance he got. He ran for the motel room door and the Impala.

Dean leaned down and gathered Sam in against his chest. "Just keep breathin', Sammy. Please." He picked him up with a grunt of effort, adjusting his balance until he could walk. Sam simply clung to him with his face in his neck and those frightening whistles as he tried to breathe. "Don't you give up on me," Dean said softly and slid quickly into the backseat while their dad held the door. He kept Sam propped against his chest, urging him to breathe as they drove and kept Sam from sliding off the bench seat with every hard turn dad took.

"Almost there," John said fiercely and took the last turn toward the hospital.

"Dad. Dad!" Dean tipped Sam's head back as his little brother's hands scrabbled desperately at his shirt. "No, no, no! Come on, Sammy. Just take a breath!"

John gritted his teeth and put the pedal to the floor while fear choked him. His baby was not going to die because of a damn wisdom tooth. He screeched to a stop outside the emergency room doors and was out of the car and wrenching open the back door before the engine had a chance to go silent. He bellowed for help as Dean staggered through the door with his baby brother in his arms and held on to his eldest when they pulled Sam away from him and Dean snarled, trying to follow.

It seemed like days before a man in green scrubs emerged calling their names and Dean was up out of his chair ahead of his father. "Where's my brother? Where is he?"

"Dean." John put a restraining hand on his shoulder and looked at the doctor. "Just tell me he's alive."

"He is. Sam's going to be fine." The doctor nodded and smiled, trying to relieve some of the soul-crushing terror he could still on both men's faces. "We have him on a ventilator, and he'll need to stay on it for a couple of days until the swelling goes down, but he's going to be fine. Do you want to see him?"

"Stupid damn question. Of course we wanna see him!" Dean glared and blew out a breath when his father's hand squeezed harder on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Of course you do. This way."

John followed at Dean's side through the hospital corridors and then stopped in the door while Dean surged across the room to his brother's side. Sam lay in the bed with a tube emerging from his mouth. He was pale and, in spite of his height, looked small in the bed. "You're sure? He's gonna be alright?" John asked the doctor softly.

"Yes. He wasn't without oxygen for more than a couple minutes and he woke once while we were intubating him." The doctor smiled sadly. "He was definitely alert." He raised a hand at the sudden anger on the father's face. "We put him out quickly."

"Thanks," John said tersely. "I think you can leave now."

"Hey, Sammy." Dean sat beside him on the bed and put a hand on the side of his brother's neck. The tube sticking down his throat seemed too big to fit and he hated it. He smiled though when Sam's brow wrinkled and he turned his head into Dean's hand. "Dad, he's wakin' up."

"Don't let him pull the tube out," John warned and went to the bed and his boys. "The doctor said he woke up while they were putting the tube into him. He's probably…"

"Not gonna wake up happy," Dean finished and nodded. He cupped the side of Sam's face and saw his dad take hold of both of his hands as Sam's eyes fluttered slowly open. "Hey, buddy. No, no. Take it easy!" Dean soothed when Sam's eyes blew wide and he heard a choking sound around the tube in his mouth. "Just breathe. It's ok. You're alright."

"Sam!" John leaned in and waited for Sam's frantic eyes to meet his. It hurt his heart a little having to hold Sam's hands with the way he was pulling and straining to get them free. "You stopped breathing. They put a tube in to get you breathing again. I know it's uncomfortable, but you need to leave it alone for a while, alright?"

Sam calmed under his father's gaze and Dean's hand on his neck and tried to relax around the intrusion in his throat. Somehow, he felt like he was breathing and choking at the same time. He nodded after a moment and met his brother's eyes, trying to let him know that he wasn't going to try and pull the tube out anymore.

"He's good, Dad. You can let go." Dean smiled and patted the side of his brother's neck.

John trusted Dean's assessment and let one of Sam's hands go. He kept hold of the other one for himself and sat on the other side of the bed. "Sam, I'm sorry about this. Guess we should have stuck around in the hospital a little longer, huh?"

Sam frowned and looked at his dad and then at his brother before shaking his head once.

"Sam says it's not our fault." Dean chuckled, a little dizzy with relief. "Scared the hell out of us, Sammy," he said suddenly and swallowed hard around the lump of emotion when he felt his brother's other hand fist in the back of his shirt. "You're gonna be fine, but the tube's gonna have to stay in for a day or two. Don't gimme that face." He smiled down at Sam's bitch-face.

John leaned back and watched his boys with each other, somehow managing to carry on a conversation even though Sam couldn't speak. He smiled and let the knot of tension that had coiled in his gut back in the motel room ease away. He felt Sam's hand squeeze his and looked up to give another smile to his youngest.

"You know the worst part about that tube?" Dean quirked a brow at his brother with a smirk. "You're all loopy on pain meds and you can't hum Disney tunes at us anymore." He laughed when Sam's free hand thumped into his back. "Bitch."

John slapped the back of his oldest son's head and gave Sam a nod as he smiled around the tube. "I'm gonna go grab some coffee. Dean, don't irritate your brother."

Dean snorted. "Uh huh." He rolled his eyes at Sam and grinned again, putting his hand back on his brother's neck. "Seriously, dude. You alright?" Sam gave him a short nod and fisted his hand in the back of Dean's shirt again, a silent plea for him not to leave. "Not goin' anywhere, little brother."

Sam stopped fighting the tube in his throat and relaxed into the bed. The drugs in his system hadn't prevented him from feeling terror when he couldn't breathe, and he'd thought he was going to die in the car and the last thing he'd see would be Dean's panicked eyes. They were calm now and locked on his and Sam kept hold of Dean's shirt, needing the contact as he let his eyes fall closed in relief. If Dean was calm, Sam knew he was safe.

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The End.

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