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

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Third 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: Third 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 Colby's Girl - for my story I would like it set in season one, Dean worried and caring about an injured Sam while trapped somewhere.

A/N: Oh no! An excuse to play with season 1 boys? How ever shall I manage? :P As you wish!

Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D– Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.

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Dean ducked under a swing from the pissed off ghoul and growled his frustration. It had led them on a merry chase up twenty damn floors before they cornered him in a maze of office cubicles. He grunted as Sam was thrown into him and they went to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.

"How come…he couldn't eat somebody…slower?" Dean groaned and shoved Sam off him, kicking out at the ghoul's knee. The thing's last 'meal' had been a college track star with freakish long legs that made his brother's look normal. He grinned as the creature howled and dropped to one knee.

"Well, now you're just pissing it off," Sam growled and surged to his feet with his machete. The ghoul had bent the barrel of his shotgun seven floors back. He swung for its head as it lunged away from the blade and swept his legs from him, sending him back to the floor in a heap. "Crap!"

"Gone soft, Sammy!" Dean said with a grin and aimed at the ghoul's head.

Sam rolled to his back, and his eyes widened in shock as the building began to shake. "Oh, no."

Dean swayed with the building. "You gotta be kidding me. An earthquake?"

"Not good!" Sam got to his knees and saw the ghoul pull something from the floor. He saw his brother losing his balance as the quake worsened and the ghoul pulled its arm back with its eyes on him. "Dean!" Sam launched from his knees to push his brother out of harm's way as the ghoul threw whatever it was. Sam saw something silver wink in the flickering fluorescent lights and grunted as that something buried itself in his side.

Dean swung the shotgun up around his brother as they fell…again…and fired, grinning with satisfaction as its head exploded in a cloud of red, and then had the breath knocked out of him as they crashed into a desk and then the floor. "Crap…move, dude. Can't breathe." He shoved at Sam and flinched when his hand found something warm and wet. "Sammy?" He rolled Sam off on the now wildly swaying floor and stared; a silver letter opener stood out from Sam's side, just below his ribs on the right side.

"Move…gotta move." Sam took hold of Dean's arms. "Stairs. Now."

"Just let me…"

"No time." Sam shook his head and used the desk to get to his knees. He'd spent four years in California, and he knew the stairs were the most structurally sound part of any high-rise. "Move!" He didn't have the breath to explain to Dean that this quake felt like it was working up to be a bad one or why the getting to the stairs was imperative. Thankfully, Dean seemed to realize the urgency in his brother's voice and pulled him to his feet.

Dean got them both moving in a staggering run as the whole world rocked and rolled around them. He tried to keep them on their feet while the quake grew more powerful, slamming through the door into the stairwell. "How in hell…did you live out here…for four damn years?" He panted and hitched Sam's arm over his shoulders while keeping a near-panicked grip on the rail with his other hand.

"Get used to it," Sam said through clenched teeth, trying not to let his stomach revolt at the sensation of the letter opener shifting inside him as they moved. He gasped, choking on a shout of pain as they were both thrown sideways and down the last few steps to the next landing.

Dean cursed as his hand was ripped from the rail and somehow managed to twist them so Sam landed on top of him rather than slamming into the cement floor of the landing. His head cracked into the wall and Dean saw black spots while the earth shook itself apart beneath him.

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Dean jerked awake with a gasp. "Sam?" His brother still lay half on top of him and coughed as Dean picked his head up from the wall with a groan. Dust clogged the air, and Dean started coughing as well as he shifted Sam off his chest and pushed himself up. The floor shifted under him and he froze.

"Dean, don't…don't move too m…much." Sam panted. He clamped a hand around his brother's arm reflexively as pain burned through his side.

It took Dean a moment to realize that moonlight was filtering into the stairwell. His eyes adjusted and he looked up, eyes widening in shock. "Dude, weren't there like five floors above us?" The top of the stairwell was open to the night sky in a gaping hole ten feet above them. He felt Sam suck in another gasping breath against him. "Sammy?" The image of the letter opener stuck into his brother's side popped into his head, and he shoved himself up against the wall, ignoring the shaking of the floor. "Let me see." He looked down Sam's body and gave his own gasp; the stairs were gone beyond Sam's feet. They had collapsed down into the building. Tendrils of smoke drifted up from the floors below. "Holy crap."

"Came out," Sam said in a voice tight with pain. He let Dean manhandle him until he was sitting with his back to his brother's chest; it was all they had room for in their little corner of safety. "Letter opener…when we fell."

"Shit," Dean awkwardly felt around his pockets and pulled out a little flashlight. He flicked it on and shined it down the right side of his brother's chest. "Move your hand." He tugged the blood-soaked shirts up from his brother's waist, wincing as he saw the puncture and the blood still flowing sluggishly from it. He pulled Sam's shirts back down and pressed them into the wound with his hand. "Sorry," he muttered softly as Sam jerked and moaned with the fresh pain. "Gotta stop the bleeding."

Sam nodded. "Can we get…get down?"

Dean shined the light around with failing hope. They had three feet of stair left leading up and nothing below. "Think we're stuck here for now."

Sam held up his cell phone and let it drop back to his lap. "Tried call…calling while you were out." He shook his head. "No signal."

"Ok. You'll be ok." Dean slid his free arm across the front of Sam's shoulders as he started to shiver. It spiked Dean's worry. It was still eighty degrees, even though it was after midnight, maybe warmer in the ruined stairwell. If Sam was cold, it was due to blood loss. "Hear that?" He cocked his head as the sound of sirens went up from all over the city. "Help's on the way."

"S'good." Sam closed his eyes and fought the need to throw up, swallowing hard. Blood loss was a bitch and definitely his least favorite injury. The pain, the nausea, dizziness, and the splitting headache all combined to make him miserable, and he was freezing now as well. Only Dean's warmth against his back gave him any relief. "You could probably…probably climb down." Sam nodded wearily. "Get help faster."

Dean had already considered and dismissed that idea. "I try to climb off here, the whole thing'll probably come down. You're stuck with me." He smirked as Sam snorted and then hissed in a breath. "Easy, buddy." He tightened his grip over Sam's shoulders and pressed his hand more firmly over the wound.

"Have to do…something." Sam couldn't stop his head lolling back onto his brother's shoulder; His head was spinning in earnest now. "Let them know…we're up here."

"They'll find us, Sam," Dean said surely. "First responders to a building do a building-to-building search. Might take them a little while to get to us, but they'll get here."

Sam opened his eyes and craned his head to try and see Dean's face in the dim light. "How do you…"

"How do I know?" Dean sighed and flicked off the flashlight to conserve the batteries. "I was, uh…I was in Palo Alto year before last." He rolled his eyes as Sam stared in surprise at him. "During that big quake. What? Yes, I checked up on your dumb ass."

Sam let his head roll back with a small smile. While he was irritated that Dean hadn't thought he could take care of himself, it gave him the warm feeling he used to have as a kid when he'd see his big brother lurking outside his schools for him. "Such a sof…softie."

Dean snorted. "Whatever. Anyway, I got caught up with the first responders when they came through." He closed his eyes on the grim memories of that night and his crash course in earthquake response. "So I know there'll be someone at the bottom of this stairwell inside an hour."

"Ok." Sam's head rolled into his brother's chin as another wave of light-headedness rolled over him. "You get hurt?"

"What? Oh. In that quake, you mean?" Dean shrugged, careful not to jostle his brother. "Naw, I was fine. Checked on you and then tried to get out of town. It was nothing."

"Dean, please?" Sam's voice was soft and a little breathless. "Talk, ok?" He needed something to focus on other than the need to sleep that was quickly overtaking him.

"You're a pain, you know that?" Dean said without heat and resigned himself to telling Sam. He shifted Sam slightly so he could press more firmly over the wound and raised his chin on to the top of his shaggy hair as his head rolled under it. "I only got four blocks from your apartment when I had to stop. Roads were trashed. Hell, the whole neighborhood was leveled."

"Remember that," Sam nodded under his brother's chin. "Jess…Jess had friends there…didn't make it."

"It was a mess," Dean said softly and wondered if any of the bodies he'd found that night belonged to Jess' friends. "Half the city was shut down, and only three emergency responders were there. They pretty much press-ganged all the able-bodied into helping them search."

"Save…you saved people." Sam smiled, easily picturing Dean climbing through rubble to rescue people.

"Some. Not enough." Dean shook his head and looked up through the hole in the roof to the stars while the sirens grew closer outside. He remembered crawling down into the wreckage of one big house, following the cries of a child, even while the other rescuers shouted at him to stay back. The wreckage had been unstable, but he hadn't cared. The only thought in his head at the time had been 'what if it was Sam?' He'd want someone to say screw it and save him, and Dean had done no less. He'd found a little girl and freed her, only to find her parents and big brother all crushed beneath the walls around her. Dean didn't think he'd ever forget that image as he crawled back out with her sobbing in his ear. There'd been far too many people beyond anyone's help.

"Did g-good," Sam muttered.

Dean felt his brother become heavier against him. "Hey! No, you don't. Stay awake! Sam!" He gave him a shake, careful to keep his hand in place and not let fear choke him. "Sammy?"

"M'ere." Sam mumbled into his brother's neck. "Doesn'urt so much…now."

"Not making me feel better here, dude." Dean wished the sirens would hurry the hell up and get there already. "How about you talk to me?" He slid his hand from Sam's shoulder to the center of his chest so he could feel his heart thumping under his palm and tried not to pay attention to the blood he could still feel oozing warmly beneath his other hand. "Sammy?"

"'Bout….what?" Sam was fighting the pull back into sleep. He knew he needed to stay awake, and he could feel Dean's heart beating frantically against his back. For all his voice was calm, Dean was scared for him. That gave him a small surge of adrenaline that helped him open his eyes a crack at least.

"Anything," Dean shrugged and kept his voice light; he didn't want to worry his brother. "Gimme some Latin. Gotta do something to take our minds off being stuck in a bad Towering Inferno remake."

Sam chuckled, or tried to, but it became a cough, and he wrapped both hands desperately around Dean's arm across his chest as he struggled to breathe through it.

"Easy, Sammy. Just…take it easy." Dean held him tightly, wincing at the tight grip Sam had around his forearm. The cough finally weakened and left Sam gasping against him. "Sam?"

"P…present," Sam managed after a moment. He opened his mouth to say something more, but he was just done. What little energy he'd been holding on with was gone with the cough. His eyes closed without his permission, and he let the darkness suck him under.

"No, no, no. Sam! Come on. Sam!" Dean felt him go limp as Sam's hands dropped away from his arm. "No, please. Sammy, wake up!" He shook his brother. "Dammit, don't you give up on me!" He could feel Sam's heart beating beneath his hand, and Dean focused on that to keep him from panic. He put his chin back on Sam's head and held him tighter. He found himself angrily blinking back tears that came unbidden to his eyes. It couldn't end like this. It just couldn't. Not after he and Sam had just reconnected after so long apart.

"Hello? Anyone in here?"

Dean jerked in surprise as the voice echoed up the stairs. "HEY! Up here!"

"How many of you up there?" The man's voice yelled again.

"Just two! We need a medic!" Dean's fear grew as Sam failed to react to him shouting. "My brother's bleeding and unconscious! You gotta get us down now!"

"Ok, sir! I'm gonna need you to stay calm! We'll have you out in no time!"

Dean settled back with Sam against his chest. "They're coming, kiddo. Just hold on a little longer." He held on to his little brother and listened to the sounds of rescue workers below them, trying to let relief quell the fear. The fear won out when, twenty minutes later, there was a loud crashing boom from below, shouts of warning, and the landing he and Sam sat on suddenly tipped slightly down into the stairwell.

"Shit!" Dean yelled. He wedged one foot against the remaining section of railing to keep them from sliding. "What the hell are you guys doing down there?"

"Sir? Can you tell me your name?"

"Dean, dammit! Now get us down!" Dean yelled back angrily.

"Dean. We're going to have to try something else." The man's voice was laced with regret and concern. "We are going to get you out. I promise."

"Why do I sense a 'but' in there?" Dean hissed in a breath as the landing shook again. "Whatever you're gonna do, you better do it fast!"

"Just sit tight, Dean!"

"Sit tight. Right," Dean growled. He eased Sam's head out from under his chin to get a look at him and grimaced; Sam was pasty white, his skin cool with blood loss, and his breathing was shallow. "Sammy?"

Dean looked up through the gap in the roof as he heard the unmistakable sound of a helicopter's blades thumping closer through the night. A feeling of foreboding settled over him. "No…way…in hell."

"Dean? Ok, we're about to get you two out of here!"

"Son of a bitch," Dean groaned loudly and let his head thump into Sam's hair.

"You two just stay as still as you can up there! The rescue chopper is going to lower a man down to you."

Dean ducked over his brother as the helicopter glided into position and air blasted down through the stairwell swirling dust and debris all around them. "This is a bad idea!"

Everything seemed to go in a dizzying blur with the rescuer sailing down, getting Sam hooked up, and having to watch his brother pulled up through the air. Then the worse issue of having to clip himself to the flying deathtrap after being loudly assured from above and below that him climbing down wasn't an option. Dean had allowed himself to be pulled up into the air, and, a moment later, their landing had collapsed into the stairwell in a cloud of dust. He'd done his level best not to scream like a girl as he was hoisted out into the warm night and then pulled into the chopper's cabin where two men were hovering over his brother.

Dean sat now in a hospital room beside his brother's bed and shook his head. "Good thing you were out cold, Sammy." He chuckled softly as he smoothed dark hair from Sam's forehead. "You'd never have let me live that chopper ride down." He frowned as Sam's head turned into his hand and stood to lean over the bed. "Sammy? You waking up?" It had been five hours, two transfusions, and a minor surgery since they'd been pulled from the ruined building. He was anxious for Sam to wake up so his world could right itself again. "Sam. Up and at 'em, tiger."

Sam opened his eyes and blinked up at the white ceiling in confusion as he tried to remember where they were. "Dean?" He winced and moved a hand to his side, trying to raise his head.

"Hey. Hey, don't. Lie back." Dean pushed gently on his brother's shoulder until he gave up with a little sigh. "You remember what happened?"

"Uh…Towering Inferno?" Sam asked, puzzled and looked over to watch a grin spread across Dean's face.

"Close enough." Dean eased a hip onto the edge of the bed. "Ghoul got a lucky shot in. Earthquake." He shrugged and picked up the morphine button lying next to his brother's hand, pushing the button with a smirk. "Took them a couple hours to get us out."

"Must have been fun." Sam let his eyes fall closed, feeling the hit of good painkillers in his system. "Carrying me…all the way down."

Dean snorted. "Took some maneuvering with your sasquatch ass."

Sam nodded sleepily. "Good thing they didn' use a helicopter."

Dean choked on a cough and shook his head when Sam cracked an eye at him. "Still choking on dust. Go back to sleep." He ignored Sam staring at him and gave him a glare. "Sleep. I'd like to get out of this place sometime this week."

"You're grumpy," Sam chuckled softly and started to drift back to sleep.

Dean smirked fondly and dropped a hand onto his brother's shoulder. "Yeah, and you're a pain in the ass." He rolled his eyes.

"Jerk," Sam's soft reply was a bare whisper muddled in sleep and made Dean laugh.

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The End.

The current list of Prompters I'm still waiting to hear from. :D Not many left!

Doctor's Other Companion
ElizaT
KKBELVIS
Linneast
LynnHarpoeth
N008137

Please Only send me a prompt if your name is ON the list. This is not an open call for ideas. The people above have earned a one shot of their choice for contributing to the Reader's Special. If you missed your chance...better get in on the fun next time!

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