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 Hacked It Out and Fell - Outrunning the pissed off monster chasing you should be easy if you have legs as long as Sam Winchester, unfortunately those long legs don't help you when you step into the prairie dog hole you don't see as you run for your life.
A/N: Post 1x12 'Faith'. Oh no, not another excuse to whump on Sam! HAHAHA Yeah. I'm on this like Dean on pie. :P
Reviews are love. :D
All chapters of the Reader's Special and Rewards are beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678.
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Sam risked a glance over his shoulder and the sight made him put on another burst of speed. Dean was miraculously keeping pace with him to his left, and who could blame him? It wasn't every day you went into a forest hunting a wendigo and found yourself being chased by a giant, mutated crocodile that ran on two legs like it was sprinting for the gold.
"Sam, move it!"
"I am!" Sam gasped and tried to find even more speed as he kept an eye on his big brother. He had no intention of leaving Dean behind to that thing. The flares had been useless against it, had simply bounced off it its thick hide, and if the bullets had done more than piss it off, Sam wasn't seeing it.
"We need… bigger guns," Dean panted and neatly hopped a log as he kept up with Sam. That was no easy task given the kid's legs were a mile longer than his. He could hear the creature behind them as it crashed through the undergrowth, and its peculiar roar carried through the crisp, early morning air. They had spent the better part of the night playing hide and seek with the damn thing once Dean realized their weapons were useless, and finally, just as the sun had risen, it had found them. "Hundred… hundred more… yards… to the car!"
Sam nodded and didn't bother answering, conserving his breath as he pumped his legs and could almost feel the creature breathing down the back of his neck. "This is… not good!"
"No shit!" Dean skirted around a tree, dropping a few paces behind Sam and tried to make up the difference, but his energy was starting to flag. He put his head down and kept moving. Giving up was not built into Winchester men, dammit.
Sam chanced another look back and frowned. The creature was perhaps a hundred paces behind them, and Dean was now lagging behind him, and he didn't like it. It was too soon after nearly losing Dean to the rawhead. His fear of watching his brother die was still too close, and Sam reached back to grab Dean's arm and pull him alongside him. "Come ON!"
"Friggin… sasquatch… legs," Dean huffed and caught up with him, shaking his arm loose from his brother's grip. "It's catchin' up."
Sam nodded and tried to catch his breath through the stitch in his side. They had been running for two miles at least, full out, and the effort was catching up with them both. "How much farther… car?"
"Fifty yards!" Dean said firmly and sincerely hoped he was right about how close they were to his baby. His lungs were burning with the effort of staying ahead of the creature, and just as Sam passed him again, his little brother came to a sudden stop with a shout of pain and collapsed to the ground face first. "Sam!"
Sam yelled out his pain as his left leg sank into the ground suddenly. His ankle and knee twisted, and he crashed forward to land on his chest as his brother yelled his name. "Holy… crap," Sam panted through the pain and wheezed for air. He tried to move and another agonized shout was torn from him as his leg moved.
"No, no, no!" Dean slid to a stop and turned to face the creature. It came in a rush, sensing that its prey was wounded and there was no time. Dean ran back toward the log and vaulted it ahead of the beast. He swung his legs up and kicked it in the head. It stumbled sideways in surprise and rolled to the ground while Dean regained his footing. He scrambled back to his brother and dropped beside him. "Sammy?"
"Leg," Sam panted and gripped hold of Dean's arm. "Get me up. Gotta move!"
"Dammit." Dean wanted to give him time, but they had none. He looked back and the misshapen croc was struggling back to its feet. "Ok, this is gonna hurt. Just hold on to me." Dean took hold of Sam's arm and stood, pulling his brother with him. He cringed at the pained cry Sam couldn't hold back and then tipped him over his shoulders as he broke into a staggering run.
"Dean!"
"Shuddup!" Dean gasped and kept moving as fast as he could, pushing himself for more speed. "Move better… this way."
Sam braced his hands low on Dean's back and tipped his head up. The creature, lost for a moment behind a screen of trees suddenly appeared with a roar and was after them once more. "Dean!"
"I know," Dean groaned and found a new burst of speed somewhere, even with Sam's heavy weight over his shoulder. He grinned when the Impala's gleaming black shape came into view and ran for the safety she offered. Dean didn't bother running around the car to get Sam in. There was no time with the creature snarling threats behind them. He wrenched open the driver's side and tumbled Sam into the seat, following him inside and slid behind the wheel with his brother's legs in his lap.
"Sorry, buddy," he said as pulled the door closed, jammed the keys into the ignition and peeled away from the edge of the forest. The creature appeared and slid into view behind the car as they made their escape and Dean ran a quick hand over the dash in silent thanks before reaching out to grab Sam's shoulder. "Sammy? You good?"
"No," Sam groaned and clenched his teeth together to try and ride out the pain. Having his legs trapped across Dean's lap left him twisted awkwardly in the seat but they couldn't afford to stop yet and straighten him out; not with a pissed-off, mutated crocodile still chasing behind them.
"Damn, that thing does not know when to quit!" Dean watched the creature in the rearview mirror and pressed harder on the gas with a silent apology to his car. "Promise I'll clean all the mud off your undercarriage later, baby."
Sam gave a soft, pained laugh and tried to straighten his left leg. The movement was a mistake, sending a fresh wave of agony through him that stole his breath. "Crap!"
"Stop squirmin'." Dean put a hand on his brother's knee and stopped his left leg from twitching. "Just gonna make it hurt more. Hang on." He floored it and sped down the rough dirt road and out of the forest. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the creature vanished from his mirrors and they were heading back toward town. "So, clinic?"
Sam blew out a breath and nodded miserably as he leaned against the passenger door. "Yeah. Dammit."
The drive back into town seemed to take longer than it had coming out for Sam as he simply tried to breathe through the waves of pain from his leg. He was close to whimpering by the time Dean pulled up and parked outside the small clinic. "S'broken, isn't it?"
Dean turned off the car and looked down at Sam's legs in his lap. He shook his head. "I don't know, man. Might be." He could see that Sam's left leg from the knee down was swollen in his jeans. "Ok, take a deep breath. This ain't gonna be fun." He waited for Sam's nod and pushed his door open. "Sorry about this," Dean said softly as he started to pull himself from the seat and under Sam's legs. The movement made his brother cry out, and Dean cringed as Sam's left knee shifted and Sam suddenly went limp. "Sam?"
Dean rounded the car in a rush and pulled the passenger door open. He caught Sam's shoulders as he slumped out and sighed in relief. He was unconscious. "Ok, buddy. Get you taken care of in no time."
"Do you need help there?"
Dean turned and saw a dark haired man in scrubs come out of the clinic's door and Dean waved. "Yeah. My brother's out cold! Screwed up his leg!"
"Ok! I'll get a gurney!"
"Thanks!" Dean turned back to Sam and supported him in the open door. "I'm really gonna enjoy ganking that son of a bitch."
Dean helped them extricate his gigantic little brother from the car and followed the gurney inside. He snarled when he was pushed away and told to stay in the waiting room. Being separated from him while Sam was in pain was never easy for him, especially in hospitals. He hated the way nurses and doctors would give a sort of disinterested pity each time they passed. It felt cold and clinical, and Sam deserved better treatment than that.
"Family of Samuel Loggins?" A doctor asked as he entered the waiting room.
Dean was immediately on his feet and strode to meet him. "How is he? It's been two damn hours and no one's told me shit!"
"Please calm down, sir. Your brother's going to be fine." The doctor smiled and held out a hand for Dean to follow him. "It's a miracle nothing's actually broken, but he does have some impressive torsion injuries in his knee and ankle and two severely sprained ligaments. We've done what we can but it's going to take time and care now for him to heal properly. He's going to need to stay off that leg as much as possible for the next week."
"No problem," Dean said surely. "I'll make sure of it even if he wants to kill me later."
The doctor chuckled and stopped outside a room door. "So, you'd be the older brother then. Go on in. He's a little loopy from the painkillers and muscle relaxers, but he can leave in an hour or so. I just want him on the monitors for a little while longer to be sure. I'll collect some information for you for care at home and get his prescriptions and be back."
"Thanks, doc." Dean smiled and pushed open the door. "Sammy?" His little brother was laid out in a hospital bed with his left leg wrapped in a brace from foot to mid-thigh and propped up on several pillows to keep it elevated.
"Dean?" Sam raised his head and blinked to bring his vision into focus. He smiled as his brother moved up alongside the bed. "Howdy."
Dean snorted a laugh. "Howdy? Dude, the doc was right. You are high."
Sam chuckled and waved his hand around until it thumped into Dean's hip and he grabbed his arm. "We gonna… bust outta here? M'good."
"You're toasty." Dean grinned and pried Sam's fingers out of his sleeve, taking hold of his hand. "They want you on the monitors a little longer to make sure you're ok. After that, we can Escape from Alcatraz this place if you wanna."
"I get'a be Clint this time?" Sam slurred sleepily and let his eyes close. The combination of drugs in his system assured that he was feeling no pain.
"Dude, I'm Clint Eastwood. You know that." Dean laughed and set his brother's arm back on the bed. "Get some sleep, princess."
"M'not a… not a princess." Sam tipped his head toward his brother and let sleep claim him with a lazy smile on his face.
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Dean pushed open the motel room door and looked over at his brother. "You know, I think I miss you high on the muscle relaxers."
Sam flipped Dean the finger from his bed and grimaced as he tried to find a comfortable position for his aching leg. "I'm fine."
"You'd be more fine if you'd take the damn pills." Dean picked up the bottle from the table and shook it at his brother meaningfully.
"They make me wanna puke," Sam replied grumpily and flopped back with a defeated groan.
"Hey, I'll even hold the bucket for ya'," Dean smirked and tossed the pills onto the bed next to him. He set the bag he'd brought in on his own bed and opened it. "One time offer, bitch."
"Jerk."
"That any way to talk to the guy who found hot packs for your bum sasquatch leg?" Dean held up the box and shrugged. "'Course if you don't want them…"
"Yes! Yes, I want them." Sam held out a hand and smiled through the pain. "Dean, come on."
Dean rolled his eyes and sat next to his brother while he took one of the heat packs and cracked it. It quickly warmed in his hands and he set it over Sam's knee before grabbing the other one and doing the same, laying it over his ankle. "Like I'd let you suffer, princess."
Sam groaned loud and long as the warmth began to soak into his aching knee and settled heavier back into the bed. "Oh, my God."
"Ok, now you're just makin' this weird." Dean chuckled and made sure the packs wouldn't fall off. He picked up the pill bottle and shook two out. "Now take these. No points for being a stubborn ass, little brother."
"Always works for you and dad," Sam said softly with a smile and closed his eyes as the pain began to ease a little. He did open his eyes however and gave Dean what he wanted. He took the pills with the bottle of water Dean held out for him and even managed a 'thank you'.
"Ha ha." Dean snorted and ran a hand over his brother's forehead. The doctor had said a low fever would be normal, and sure enough, Sam was warm to his touch before his hand was batted away.
"I'm fine." Sam sighed and rolled his head toward his brother. "We need to go kill that thing."
"We will, but not until you can walk again," he said and snorted a laugh. "And assuming we can figure what the hell that thing even is and how to gank it." Dean squeezed his shoulder and stood. "And that's gonna be at least a week. No screwin' around, Sammy. You do too much too soon and you could end up lame. You heard the doc. You're on the bench for a while."
"Dean, that thing's not gonna stop killing because I fell in a damn gopher hole!" Sam leaned back up and gasped as it moved his leg wrong.
"Take it easy already." Dean sat back down and straightened Sam's leg out. He put a hand on the side of his brother's neck and waited while Sam breathed through the fresh round of pain. "These are your choices. I go out and take it on alone, which I know ain't gonna fly with you." He grinned when Sam glared at him. "Or we wait until your leg's better and go together. Your choice, because you are not comin' out in those woods with me like this."
"Dammit," Sam groaned and shook his head, closing his eyes. "Alright. You're right. I don't like it, but you are."
"Damn right, I'm right." Dean grinned again. "Now would you calm down and go to sleep? You're makin' me tired lookin' at you." He smiled at Sam's half-hearted glower and stayed where he was while his brother's eyes closed and the drugs helped Sam drift off to sleep. "Stubborn pain in my ass, Sammy," Dean whispered and finally allowed himself that deep breath of relief he hadn't since the moment Sam had fallen in the forest with the creature breathing down their necks. He resettled the heat packs on Sam's leg, and when he was sure Sam was good and asleep, he rose and settled onto his own bed.
"Don't you scare me like that again, kiddo," Dean said softly and leaned back with the remote and the Wild Kindgom crocodile special, ready to switch over to Casa Erotica to irritate Sam the moment he woke. Dean grinned.
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The End.
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