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 judyann - So season 8. Beginning of season when things aren't as good. The boys are in the car arguing (can be about Amelia or Benny or both) and because of the arguing they get into a car accident. Sam gets the worse of it. Want it to be that Dean remembers how much his brother means to him. So guilt and lots of brotherly bonding would be good!
A/N: Alright! Some angsty-brotherly bonding coming up! We'll set it post 8x05 "Blood Brother". That should suit your prompt nicely. :D For obvious reasons this will have to be considered AU as it took them another eight? Episodes to get their heads out of their asses about Amelia and Benny. LOL Enjoy!
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Sam stared out the window with his teeth clenched so hard it was making his jaw ache. He understood why Dean was angry with him; he did. But what he couldn't handle was his brother's complete refusal to understand why he hadn't looked for him. It was like Dean wasn't even listening and only hearing what he wanted to hear. The tension in the car was thick enough he could have cut it with a knife. Coloring all of it was his own anger and hurt that Dean would trust, not just another person, but a vampire, over him. Throughout his life, despite all the crap they had been through, it had always come back to the two of them having each other's backs, and it shook the foundation of who he was to have that rug stripped out from under him. After all the lectures and the pain from Ruby to Amy, demon blood…he couldn't even begin to think how to process the fact that Dean had come back from Purgatory and somehow left him behind in favor of a vampire.
"You gonna talk to me or keep starin' out the window?" Dean growled angrily.
"What do you want me to say, Dean?" Sam asked in a voice equally as tense and he didn't look over.
Dean snarled wordlessly under his breath. "You know, I can drop you off somewhere if that's what you want." It was stabbing him in the gut knowing his little brother, the brother he had literally jumped into Hell for, had abandoned him for a damn skirt, for some crappy attempt at an apple-pie life, while he'd been fighting for his life through blood and bone and horror every damn day for a year.
"You want me to leave?" Sam was startled into looking over at him as a weight dropped into his stomach. "Do you really…you really hate me that much?" It was little more than a whisper.
"I don't hate you, Sam, but I'm not gonna do this emo crap of yours. You left me." Dean tightened his hands on the wheel until his knuckles were white with strain. "How do you expect me to be ok with that? How'm I supposed to trust you?"
"I'm your brother, dammit!"
Dean snorted derisively at that. "Yeah, well, I found a better brother who's spent the last year proving to me that he'll come no matter what. Where were you, huh?"
Sam flinched back as if struck. "How many times do I have to tell you, I didn't know what happened to you?" His voice rose with the sick feeling in his stomach. "I thought you were dead, Dean! I thought you were in heaven, away from all this crap! Benny's a vampire! How many times…how many times have you beat my ass for being naïve enough to trust a monster?"
"This is different!" Dean shouted back and turned a glare on him. "He's different, and if you weren't so damn stubborn, you'd see it!"
"Me! Stubborn? Are you kidding?" Sam thumped back into his seat in frustration. "You won't even listen to me!"
"Oh, I've listened, Sam!" Dean was breathing heavily and having to fight the urge to just stop the car and pound his brother's face into burger meat. "You can't rationalize this away. Not this time. I needed you, and you were too busy getting a piece of ass to give a damn!"
"That's not true!" Sam yelled and met his brother's rage-filled eyes. He looked away and reared back in the seat reflexively. "DEAN!"
Headlights glared in through the Impala's windshield, blinding them. Dean had only a moment to realize he'd ignored the road in favor of his temper before the world turned upside down in a crash of metal and glass.
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Dean groaned his way awake, and it took him a moment to realize he was hanging upside down in his seat with the steering wheel against his chest. "Fuck." He kicked his legs to free himself and slumped down onto the roof. "Ow…dammit. Sam?" He wiped blood out of his eyes and looked over to the passenger side. Only his brother's legs were still in the car, and from the angle, it was impossible for Dean to see any more than that. "Shit!" Dean scrambled to climb out the shattered driver's side window, cutting his palms on the shards of glass and ignoring the pieces that embedded themselves in his knees. Panic had overtaken his world. He needed to get around the car and see if his brother was still alive. Dean staggered to his feet, using the undercarriage of the car to guide him. He glanced up to the road, seeing the trail of damage up the embankment beside them; and, at the top, a mini-van stood with smoke pouring from under the hood.
"Sammy?" Dean stumbled around the front of the car, trying hard not to think about all the damage he was going to have to fix and went to his knees when he saw his brother's head and shoulders lying stretched out from the window on the wet ground. Sam's face was a mask of blood, and his left arm glistened with it around a large shard of embedded glass, and he couldn't tell if he was even breathing. "Oh, God," Dean breathed. He crawled over to him and put a trembling hand to Sam's neck. Dean's head dropped in abject relief as he gusted out a breath. "Oh, thank God." Sam's heart beat beneath his fingers, weaker than he liked but there.
"Sammy?" He ran a hand through his brother's now ridiculously long hair and found a knot behind his ear that bled sluggishly. Dean felt along his right arm, finding it sound, and moved on to his left. As he pressed above the elbow, Sam suddenly shot awake on a strangled cry at the same moment Dean pressed near the large piece of glass embedded deeply in his bicep.
"Easy! Easy! Sam!" Dean pressed his brother's shoulder back while trying to keep his arm stationary. "Lie still, ok?"
"D…Dean?" Sam gasped for air and blinked, trying to bring his brother into focus. "What happened? What…"
Dean kept Sam's left arm firmly pinned into the mud. "Sam, stop. Just…stop moving!" Sam's eyes snapped up to his and Dean watched as that innate trust his brother had always had in him slid into them and Sam stilled, giving him a short nod. Dean swallowed hard at that. "Ok. I'm gonna take a look. Don't move." Sam nodded again, and Dean bent over his arm. He pulled carefully at the sleeve of the jacket around the glass, gently tearing it open more. "Gonna need a new jacket, dude."
Sam gritted his teeth as white hot pain flared in his arm and closed his eyes. "Awe…awesome," He gasped.
Dean hissed in sympathy. "Sorry, buddy. Almost." It took longer than he liked to tear a big enough hole in the jacket and shirts until he could finally see, and when he did, he groaned and felt a new stab of concern in his gut. "Ok. I, uh…this needs to stay in for now."
"No. Out…get it out," Sam's mind was in a fog, unable to remember why he was on the ground, why his arm hurt, or why his brother's face was covered in blood. He couldn't focus on anything but the desperate need to make the pain stop. "Please!"
"Stop. Stop!" Dean pinned Sam's shoulder as he started to thrash, terrified he'd shift the shard of glass the wrong way. "Sammy!" He put his other hand to Sam's head, cupping the side of his face and waited for pain-filled, frantic hazel eyes to meet his. "That's it. Come on, take it easy."
Sam swallowed hard after a moment and nodded, closing his eyes again and rolling his head into his brother's hand as he had done since childhood when in need of comfort. "Sorry."
Dean blinked furiously at the rush of emotion from that one gesture as his brother's head rested heavy in his hand. After everything they'd said to each other…after the things he'd said…Sam still trusted him like this. "You're gonna be ok, Sammy. I need you to listen. You do that?" Sam's head nodded slowly in his hand and Dean smiled. "Alright. The glass…it's close to the artery. If I take out, you could bleed out."
"That'd be…bad," Sam managed and got his eyes open again. There was nothing but naked fear on Dean's face even though he smiled to try and hide it.
"Right." Dean laughed softly. "So we're gonna leave it in 'til we get to a hospital. I'm gonna pack something around it. I need you to stay still while I do that. Alright? You with me?"
"Don't…don't move. Got it." Sam nodded and gave him a pained smile. "Go on."
Dean made himself leave Sam lying there and got to his feet, staggering through the cold mud to the trunk. "Damn, baby. You're a mess," he said softly as he got a good look at the Impala and her partially caved-in roof. Much as it pained him, Dean kicked open the trunk. It thumped open five or six inches before thumping into the mud. "Damn." He dropped to his knees, shivering at the cold and reached up and in. It took him a minute to find what he was looking for, his duffel, and then he cursed loudly when there wasn't enough room to pull it out.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled and focused instead on finding the zipper and opening it.
"Dean?" Sam heard the frustration in his brother's voice and rolled his head, trying to see him.
"Don't you move, Sammy!" Dean shouted back. He felt the bulk of the first-aid kit and tugged, pulling it free from the trunk and then grabbed a couple of his tee shirts as well. He bundled it in his arms and went quickly back to his brother. Sam, true to his word, hadn't moved his left arm so much as an inch. "That's my boy. How you doin', kiddo?"
Sam shook his head. "All…alright."
Dean smirked and opened the first-aid kit. "Get this packed up, we can get you outta here."
Sam blinked up into the night sky, looking at the stars. "You try…try the phones?"
"No cell service here." Dean reminded him. They'd travelled this stretch of road too many times in the past; it was a dead zone for twenty miles. "This is gonna hurt. Don't move."
"Kay." Sam nodded and slammed his eyes shut again as Dean carefully lifted his arm. He tried to focus on counting the frantic beats of his heart instead of the agony in his bicep as Dean worked.
"Breathe, Sammy," Dean coached softly as he used a bandage to strap his folded shirts around the blade of glass. When he was finished, he set his brother's arm back down and put a hand on Sam's neck. "Sam?" He was clammy with sweat and breathing a little too fast but he opened his eyes and met Dean's.
"Please…tell me you're done?" Sam's voice was hoarse with pain and he fought tears of relief as Dean nodded. He looked over at his arm. The sight of the blood-stained glass standing in his arm like an exclamation point made him want to move and pull it out. He looked away and sucked in a breath to steady himself.
Dean scrubbed at the drying blood on his face with a clean piece of bandage. "I'm gonna go check on the idiot who hit us. Maybe his car's still working. You stay still."
Sam grabbed at Dean with his right arm. "Wait…don't…"
"Easy, Sam." Dean clasped a hand around Sam's wrist. "I'm gonna be right back. I'm just going up the hill for a minute, ok?" There was an odd sort of fear in Sam's eyes. "Promise, dude."
Sam let go with difficulty, settling back with a groan and nodded. "Alright. Just…hurry." He'd been overcome for a moment with the same dread he'd felt that day when Dean had vanished. He swallowed it back as Dean stood and smiled before turning away.
Dean crawled up the embankment to the road. The minivan still sat where he'd last seen it, still smoking, but now the driver's side door stood open. "Hello?" Dean called as he reached the top and straightened. "Hey! You alive in there?" He walked unevenly to the van, holding a hand to his aching head and pulled the door open all the way. "Damn." The driver, a young man in his twenties leaned precariously out of the seat; held in only by his seatbelt. His head was covered in blood from impacting the steering wheel and Dean shook his head at the airbag that had failed to deploy. He leaned in and checked for a pulse, knowing he wouldn't find one and sighed as he smelled alcohol heavy in the car.
"Thanks a lot, asshole," Dean said softly. The kid, obviously trashed, had swerved into their lane and Dean had been too distracted to see it coming. "So much for sending you for help." The minivan's engine was still running and Dean sighed. "Sorry about this…even if you did almost kill us." He reached around the dead guy and unbuckled his seatbelt, catching him when he slumped. Dean eased him out and down to the side of the road with a sigh. "Sorry about this. We'll send someone back for you. You're a jerk, but you probably didn't deserve this." He climbed up into the driver's seat and made sure the parking brake was on. "Don't want you rolling away on me."
Dean left the van running as he went back down the hill on his butt, afraid if he turned it off it wouldn't start again. "Sammy?" Dean rounded the wrecked Impala and saw Sam's eyes on him as soon as he appeared. He watched his brother's head thump back into the mud and suddenly he understood. It hit him like, well, a minivan; Sam had been afraid he wouldn't come back. He dropped next to him and squeezed the side of Sam's neck.
"Right here, Sammy," Dean said gruffly as emotion swam through Sam's eyes. "We're gonna get out of here, both of us."
Sam put his good hand on his brother's arm and closed his eyes. The relief at seeing him round the car had taken his breath away. That fear that Dean would vanish each time he left his sight was going to take a long time to leave him. "I'm ok."
"This is the part that's gonna suck." Dean kept his hand on Sam's neck. He realized he'd been avoiding pretty much any contact with anyone, including his brother. and Sam, the big girl, had always responded to touch more than Dean. He gave him that comfort now because he knew how much pain he was about to cause him. "I gotta get you up that hill to the van."
Sam groaned. "You could knock…knock me out. Wouldn't argue…this time." He managed a wavery smirk.
Dean laughed softly. "Don't tempt me, little brother." He shifted, standing so he was bent over Sam. "Now, let me do all the work, ok? Wanna keep that arm as still as possible."
"T-trust me." Sam gritted his teeth in anticipation of the coming pain. "I don't wanna move it."
Dean went to one knee, straddling his brother, slid his hands under his shoulders and used the leverage to pull him up slowly until he was sitting. Sam moaned with the pain as his arm moved, in spite of the care Dean took to keep it stable. "Ok, take a minute," Dean said softly and let Sam's head drop under his chin as he breathed heavily. "I gotcha."
"Sorry. Sorry," Sam panted while spots danced behind his closed eyes.
"You ready?" Dean asked and got a wordless nod. He slid his left arm around behind Sam's back and held onto his right shoulder with his other. Despite the dire circumstances, after years of taking care of Sam after hunts gone wrong, the simple act felt as natural and familiar as slipping on his favorite jacket. "Alright. Going up." He grunted with the effort of pushing to his feet and dragging Sam's dead-weight with him. They ended standing with Sam slumped against his chest. "Sam?"
"God," Sam groaned breathlessly. "Ok…I'm ok." He was sucking in air like a long-distance runner and worked to slow it. "Let's go."
Dean nodded. He could feel Sam shaking and turned him carefully, keeping his left hand firm on Sam's left shoulder to keep him from moving his arm. "Here we go."
Sam was whimpering softly by the time Dean got them to the top of the hill. He clutched his left arm below the elbow at his side, helping to keep it steady and knew the only reason he was still on his feet was Dean. Every glance at the glass made it hurt more and sapped more of his strength, but Dean's grip around him remained steady, moving him with quiet words and firm support until finally he was in the passenger seat of the minivan.
"This thing…even m-move?" Sam asked as Dean climbed in behind the wheel.
"Engine's still running." Dean shrugged. "We'll go slow. It only has to get us about twelve miles until we're in cellphone range again. Easy." He gave Sam a confident smile. "You just keep that arm still." He eased the van into motion, feeling relief when it moved, and reached a hand out to rest on the back of Sam's neck. Dean supposed he could have found a way to stretch Sam out in back, but, in truth, he wanted him where he could keep an eye on him.
"M'sorry," Sam mumbled suddenly. He leaned back into the pressure of Dean's hand, afraid it would go away all too soon and they'd be back to taking shots at each other.
"Don't, Sam," Dean shook his head, urging the van to a faster speed and spared a quick glance for his brother's pale face. "This was my fault, dude. I screwed up."
"Wasn' talkin' about…'bout this." Sam nodded wearily toward his arm and the glass. He rolled his head so he could see Dean and the tight line of his jaw. "Sorry."
Dean clenched his jaw and knew Sam meant for…well, everything - Amelia, not looking for him, everything. "No." Dean pushed back the customary flare of anger that had been his constant companion for over a year. He was beginning to understand that he needed to get a handle on it before it cost him everything. It occurred to him then with sickening clarity that, if things had gone just a little differently, Sam would have died with Dean's last words to him being about how Benny was a better brother than he was. He swallowed hard with guilt at that. As close as he and Benny had been, it would never replace the lifetime he had shared with Sam…the good and the bad. Underneath it all, Sam was his brother…his flesh and blood brother…and it tore at something in Dean that he'd made Sam think he was replacing him.
Dean squeezed his hand on the back of his brother's neck and took a breath to steady his swirling emotions. "I'm sorry too, Sam." Dean sighed and relaxed his grip on the unfamiliar wheel even as he tightened his grip on his little brother. "We'll figure this out, ok?"
Sam nodded and closed his eyes in relief. "We'll be ok," he said softly and smiled.
"Yeah. We will." Dean coaxed more speed out of the van. "We're good, Sammy. We're good."
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The End.
NEXT up: Kelisem's reward!
Prompters I'm still waiting for:
Doctor's Other Companion
KKBELVIS
Linneast
N008137
