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 AshleyMarie84 - Set in current season- Dean can tell that Sam is depressed, just down in the dumps and acting even more broody that usual. He decides to have a "Sammy weekend" where they go do things that Sam likes, eat at Sam's favorite places, etc... just Dean doing things to cheer Sam up. Of course Sam has no idea Dean is doing it intentionally at first, but he figures it out and appreciates every second of it. Just some sweet brotherly moments and Dean looking out for Sam.
A/N: Set post 8x16 "RTT" – Good a place as any for Dean to decide Sam needs some cheering up. :D
Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D– Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.
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Dean couldn't 'not' notice anymore. Sam had been moping around the bunker, moping in the car, and there had been some definite moping during the salt-and-burn a few days ago. Sam was miserable and making his usual piss-poor attempt to keep it to himself. Dean rolled his eyes as he heard his little brother sigh in the library for the fourth time in the last half hour.
His aversion to his brother's love of chick-flick moments and heart-to-heart discussions had made him work hard to look the other way. There was a limit though, and, much as it frustrated him, taking care of Sam sometimes meant the occasional chick-flick. Dean grabbed his jacket, his decision made, and went into the library. It was time to manage Sammy, and managing Sammy was something Dean had been an expert at since about the time his baby brother learned how to talk. As he expected, Sam had heard him coming and, by the time he got there, said mopey little brother was sitting tall and reading, looking perfectly well-adjusted.
"Goin' out for a bit," Dean told him. "Gotta stock the kitchen."
"Want me to come with you?" Sam looked up curiously, but his brother shook his head.
"Nope, I got it." Dean smirked. "I'm the cook, I know what we need."
Sam chuckled and nodded. His big brother's sudden need to 'nest' had benefits; his surprising cooking skills among them. That year he had spent with Lisa and Ben, whatever pain it had caused along the way, had definitely had some awesome side effects where the kitchen was concerned. "Ok. Got a lot to get through here anyway." He watched Dean climb the stairs and once the door was closed, leaned back in the chair with a groan. Pretending that he was alright all the time was tiring work but he couldn't afford to let Dean know how he was really feeling or Dean would move Heaven and Hell, literally, to take his place; Probably Purgatory too, if necessary. Sam wasn't about to let that happen. He scrubbed his hands over his face and pulled his aching body up from the chair. "Maybe a shower," Sam muttered and headed down the hall, hoping the hot water would relieve some of the ache that was becoming constant in his bones.
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Dean dumped the dirty pot into the sink, smiling at his choice for dinner, and picked up the two bowls. He carried them down the hall and into the library. Sam sat where he'd left him, though his wet hair said he'd at least moved long enough for a shower. Dean set one of the bowls down in front of him and went to the old wingchair in the corner.
"Bon appétit, Sammy," Dean smiled and kicked his feet up on the table.
Sam looked down into the bowl in surprise. "Dude. Spaghettios?"
Dean leaned forward and cupped a hand around his ear. "I'm sorry. Was that a complaint?"
Sam chuckled and shook his head. He grabbed his spoon and dug in with a smile. "I never argue about Spaghettios." It was a childhood favorite of his and he smiled again at all the memories of Dean cooking him countless cans of the heat-and-serve delicacy in motel room after motel room to make him happy.
"What are you makin' happy faces about over there?" Dean teased, inwardly pleased that opening a couple cans could change Sam's mood so easily.
Sam ignored him and bent back to his book, pulling the bowl under his head and missed the satisfied smile on his big brother's face.
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Sam shuffled out of his room the next morning. Mornings were becoming the most difficult time as the trials wore on him; the hardest point in the day to hide the growing discomfort and depression. He'd nearly reached the kitchen, keeping one hand on the wall to steady himself, when he heard the clink of a spoon in a bowl. He sighed and made himself straighten and pick up his feet before going in.
"Morning," Sam said sleepily to his brother.
"Mornin'." Dean shook a box on the counter. "Cereal?"
"Uh, yeah, and coffee." Sam smiled and slid onto a stool.
Dean turned away and rolled his eyes. Like he hadn't been able to hear the idiot dragging his feet down the hall like a ninety-year-old. Obviously, Sam thought he was deaf AND dumb. He poured cereal into the bowl with a smirk, added milk, and grabbed the cup of coffee he'd already made.
"One cup of pansy-ass coffee." Dean slid the coffee loaded with creamer and sugar in front of him and then the bowl. "And cereal, and I don't wanna hear any bitching. I had Wheaties, but I ended up with the box from the friggin' daycare mom and her four kids in front of me." He snorted and waved at the bowl. "Not my fault."
Sam pulled the bowl over and barked a laugh. It was Lucky Charms. He shook his head and took a bite, smiling around the spoon. "S'awesome."
Dean chuckled and shrugged. "I'm awesome even when I don't try." He went back and poured himself a cup of coffee, glad Sam had bought the lame excuse. Some things you never grew out of, and he knew damn well that stupid cereal always made his little brother smile. So far, his impromptu 'manage Sammy' weekend was turning out pretty good. Now he just had to figure out how to get Sam out of the bunker later without giving himself away.
"Hey." Sam looked over and hoped he could get Dean out of the bunker for a little while. "Any chance we can run into town to the hardware store? Some of the shelves in the library need a little work."
Dean almost choked on his coffee but covered it smoothly. He sighed. "Yeah, I suppose I could tear myself away for an hour." He grabbed his mug and headed for the door. "Be ready in thirty." He did a little dance in the hall and went to his room, shutting the door so he could laugh softly. "So damn easy sometimes, Sammy."
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Sam leaned on the sink in the men's room of the hardware store and spit blood into the basin. "Fuck," He muttered softly and closed his eyes. He turned on the taps and rinsed his mouth out once he had his breath back. He took a good look at himself in the mirror and sighed. He'd just have to hope Dean didn't notice how pale he was.
Dean did notice how pale his brother was when he came out of the bathroom and didn't like it one bit. However, this weekend was about lightening Sam's burden, not adding to it. He swallowed the anger he wanted to unleash until Sam just told him what was wrong. Instead he waved Sam over. "Dude, I'm starvin'. Are we done?"
Sam nodded and smiled. "Yeah, we got everything now." He took one of the boxes out of the cart and left Dean the other.
Dean loaded the boxes and his brother into the Impala, running his fingers along her roof before he got in. It was a level of comfort just for him to be able to drive her and not have to worry about Leviathans on their asses. He slid behind the wheel and pulled on to Main Street. He'd picked this particular town of the three they had to choose from because it was small and really only had one restaurant. It gave him a perfect excuse for going to the place he knew Sam actually liked.
"Ah, hell. Should have gone to the hardware store in Bradley." Dean groaned.
Sam smirked and pointed to the restaurant. "Nope. You picked the town. I get Greek food for lunch."
"Pain in my ass, Sammy." Dean rolled his eyes and pulled in to the restaurant, enjoying the triumphant grin on his brother's face as he thought he'd got one over on Dean.
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Sam came out of the restaurant with a smile on his face. Usually he had to twist Dean's arm to eat here. Dean tended to avoid healthy food like it was dusted with plague or something. He chuckled as his brother came out and gave him a dirty look.
"Feel like I just ate at a rabbit buffet." Dean rubbed his stomach, promising it real food later. He caught Sam's elbow as he went toward the car, ready to institute the next part of his plan. "Nuh-uh. I had to eat fruitarian for lunch. You gotta come see a movie." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the classic movie theater next to the restaurant and, predictably, Sam groaned.
"Aw, man, really?" Sam eyed the theater and rolled his eyes. Every time Dean had talked him into going there, they were always playing some ridiculous b-movie or horror movie. He wanted to go back to the bunker, but…he had gotten lunch at his favorite restaurant. "Alright. Fine, but I reserve the right to fall asleep halfway through."
Dean snorted. "Deal. Come on, princess."
Sam plodded along beside him to the ticket office, resigned.
Dean was having trouble containing the satisfied grin as he asked for and bought two tickets. He handed one to Sam and shoved his in his pocket without looking. He'd let Sam have the fun of telling him what he was really going to watch.
Sam took his ticket and glanced down at it as Dean bought popcorn. His brows shot up and a grin spread across his face. He stuck his tongue between his teeth and tapped Dean's shoulder. "You, uh…didn't bother checking what was playing today, did you?"
Dean grabbed their popcorn and drinks and shrugged, smiling. "What? Anaconda 3? Ooh! Yeti Apocalypse?"
Sam shook his head and started laughing as they walked to the theater. "Dude. It's Alfred Hitchcock's Rear Window." He grabbed Dean's elbow when he turned with a curse to leave. "No way, dude! You wanted to see a movie and we've already got the tickets. You're watching it."
"Son of a bitch!" Dean glared at him though he was grinning on the inside and let Sam pull him into the theater. He knew damn well Sam loved Hitchcock films while they usually put Dean to sleep. He settled into a seat in the theater with the requisite bitching on his part and waited until the lights died to let the smile crease his face. Sam looked like a kid at Christmas with his legs over the seats in front of them, popcorn nestled in his lap and wide eyes happily on the screen as the movie started. Yep. Worth it, Dean thought.
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Sam jerked awake from the light, relaxed doze he'd fallen into in the big chair in the library. The movie had been awesome. Dean had even stayed awake for it and seemed to enjoy it. He looked around and heard his brother calling for him. Sam glanced at his watch and snorted. It was almost eight o'clock. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had such an awesome weekend. "Coming!" Sam shouted and pulled himself out of the chair.
He walked out and down the hall and stuck his head into the kitchen as Dean called again. "What?"
"Here. Take these to my room." Dean came over and handed him two plates with his best burgers on them. "Sunday night football, dude." Dean grinned. "Got the tv set up in my room while you were sleeping off the Hitchcock snooze-fest."
Sam chuckled and took the plates. "Who's playing?"
"Steelers and Bungals." Dean rolled his eyes. "We're rooting for the Steelers."
"Yes, sir." Sam laughed and went down the hall to Dean's room. Sure enough, Dean's latest 'nesting' purchase was mounted on the wall across from his bed; a forty inch plasma screen tv. Dean had practically cooed at the thing in the store. Sam set the plates on the end of the bed and it finally struck him.
"Well, holy shit," Sam breathed and straightened with a bemused look on his face. His favorite foods, his favorite restaurant, Dean subjecting himself to a Hitchcock film….his brother was managing him. He grinned as Dean came in the room and took the beer he held out in a daze.
Dean dropped onto the bed and grabbed the remote. "Sit already, sasquatch." He flicked on the tv as Sam came and sat beside him against the headboard and the opening tunes of the Sunday night football theme played. He glanced over at Sam and then frowned. "What?" Sam was staring at him.
Sam looked at him and a slow smile spread across his face even as his eyes filled. God, he'd missed this. The year with Dean lost in Purgatory, he had missed his big brother being there, knowing when he needed cheering up or taking care of. "Dean…thank you."
Dean groaned and rolled his eyes. "Dammit." Sam had figured it out. "Could you not ruin how awesome I've been all weekend by throwing hormones all over it?"
Sam cracked up and blinked furiously to keep the tears at bay. "Nope." He turned and grabbed his big brother in a hug.
"Dude…get off!" Dean grumbled, but he hugged Sam back for just a moment before shrugging him off. "You're such a girl."
Sam nodded, saying nothing around the tightness in his throat. He took a swig from his beer instead and leaned back, shoulder touching his brother's. This…this was what he was doing the trials for, suffering through what they were doing to him. It would all be worth it if he could have a lifetime of this at the end of it.
"You're emoting all over the place, dude. Knock it off." Dean bumped his little brother's shoulder and grabbed his burger plate. "Eat already. Don't waste the awesome." He smiled as Sam took his own burger and bit in, sniffling at the same time.
"It is awesome." Sam told him and Dean nodded.
"Yep. I know." Dean grinned and turned up the volume on the game.
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The End.
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