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 Saphhire Draco - Season 8, Dean comes back from Purgatory, finally tracking Sam down only to find that he's living under the care of Jody Mills.
A/N: This will be AU obviously by necessity of the prompt. :D Hope you enjoy this hon! Took me a while to figure out what to do with it! Lol
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Dean drove down the streets of Sioux Falls and sighed. Even after a year spent fighting for his life every day in Purgatory, something about the little town still said 'home' to him. He'd swallowed back a few tears as he passed the remains of Bobby's home on the outskirts. Since getting back, he had tried every number he could think of to find his brother and had no luck at all until he called Jody. He played that short conversation over in his head again and frowned.
"Just come, Dean," was all Jody would say once she realized it really was him and that he wasn't dead. The fact that she wouldn't tell him anything had set off all sorts of alarm bells in his brain and had his stomach in knots the entire trip west. He pulled up in front of Jody's house - still the same little house, and it said something about how strong she was that she could stay there after what had happened to her son and husband.
Dean climbed out of the stolen car and strode up the lawn, eyes alert for any sign of something 'off' as he stepped on to the porch. He raised a hand to knock on the door and it opened first. Dean smiled. "Hey, Sheriff." Even though it was not entirely unexpected, he sputtered as water suddenly splashed in his face and brushed his eyes clear. "Not a demon."
"Uh huh." Jody frowned and moved aside. "Go on then. Come in." She watched him as he stepped easily over the salt line at the door and then walked across the devil's trap without a second thought.
"Here." Dean pulled a small knife from his back and held it up. "Silver." He sliced a shallow cut into his arm and showed it to her. "Satisfied?"
"Maybe. Hold out your hand." Dean complied, puzzled momentarily until Jody pulled another bottle from her pocket and splashed a Borax solution onto his skin. Oh, yeah…can't forget about the leviathans. Dean surmised that they had not all just vanished when Dick Roman had gotten sucked back to Purgatory, dragging Dean and Cas with him.
Finally, Jody closed the front door and stared at him, allowing something like wonder to cross her face at last. "We thought…I thought you were dead, Dean."
He shook his head. "No."
"Then where? Where the hell have you been for a year?" Jody demanded and stalked past him to the kitchen.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asked instead. "And don't gimme any cryptic crap this time. Where's my brother?"
"He's fine. He's alive." Jody said and gave him a small smile. She reached a hand out to touch his arm, wrapping her fingers around it and sighed, closing her eyes. "You're really here."
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Long story. Sheriff." He took her shoulders and looked urgently down at her, her continued evasiveness ratcheting up his anxiety. "Where is my brother?"
Jody took a breath and stepped back. She went to the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses before turning back. "He's here. In town, I mean." She glanced over at the clock. "He'll be home in an hour or so."
"Home?" Dean asked, surprised. "This is…home? Is he hunting?"
"No." Jody poured him a drink and then herself and knocked it back quickly. "Dean, he…there was an accident. He called me right after…after Dick." She watched his face harden. "He didn't know what happened. He said one minute you were there and the next you were just gone, you and Castiel both. Crowley told him…"
"Crowley?" Dean glared at her.
Jody waved him to silence. "Yes, Crowley. He told your brother you were gone, that you didn't get to work magic like that and not pay a price." She shook her head. "I don't think Sam believed him, but he was pretty freaked out." She took another deep breath. "He said he was on his way to me. I was…all he had left at that point." Jody poured another drink and pushed the bottle over to Dean, figuring he'd need it shortly. "Anyway, he didn't get here. I called and when someone finally answered his phone, it was a doctor. Sam had…he hit a dog and wrecked the car trying not to." She raised a hand at the horrified look on Dean's face and wondered whether he was more upset at the news Sam had been hurt or his car. That made her smirk.
"He was on some mountain road and swerving didn't end well." Jody tossed back her drink again and set the glass aside, watching Dean's concerned eyes. "He hit his head hard, Dean. Hard enough it knocked something loose, and…Dean, he couldn't remember anything."
"What do you mean, couldn't remember?" Dean had a sudden urge to set the glass aside and just grab the damn bottle.
"I mean anything, not even his own name." Jody nodded as Dean's jaw dropped. "Full retrograde amnesia is what they called it. He lost everything. I told them his name was Sam Mills, I was his sister, and I went and got him." She shrugged. "Had to tell them something, and I figured 'Winchester' was probably still a dangerous name to have in a hospital."
Dean nodded, relieved. "Good thinking." He poured himself another drink and looked at her. "He remembers now though, right?"
Jody shook her head sadly. "No, Dean. He's gotten back…bits and pieces, but…he still doesn't remember." She watched his face pale and her 'mom' instincts kicked in. She took Dean's arm and pushed him into a chair. "He got his name back about six months ago. That's something." She smiled. "When he remembered he was Sam Winchester, he pretty much did a damn happy dance in the living room once he could stand again." Jody chuckled.
"Wait, 'stand again'?" Dean shook his head and grabbed her arm. "How bad is he?"
"When he remembers things, it…he…" Jody sighed and sat across from him. "It causes seizures. They're just part of the healing process. The doctor said it has something to do with his brain creating new pathways or some medical crap." She waved a hand. "I've got all the paperwork in the living room. Figured you'd want to read it. But the important thing is they're not dangerous, not really, long as I keep him from hurting himself when it happens."
"Son of a bitch." Dean breathed and leaned back with a thump. Of all the scenarios that had run through his head the last year about reuniting with his little brother, this had been nowhere on the list. "He doesn't remember me, does he?"
Jody shook her head. "No. Not exactly. Look…" She patted his arm, poured him another shot and then took the bottle to make coffee instead. "He knows someone's missing. After he fixed the car, he…"
"He fixed my baby?" Dean asked incredulously and stood, following her.
Jody laughed. "Turns out remembering how to fix the Impala was one of the few things he didn't lose. He's a mechanic in town." She smirked over her shoulder at the incredulous look on his face as she started a pot of coffee brewing. "Part time, and his boss is a friend of mine. He knows to watch out for the signs if Sam's gonna have another seizure and call me." She turned and leaned back against the counter.
"My little brother is a friggin' mechanic." Dean shook his head and laughed. It sounded strange, hearing himself laugh, and it hit him that it was the first time he really had since Purgatory.
Jody nodded. "Seems someone taught him about engines at some point." She smiled fondly at him and patted his arm. "He knows that, but he can't remember who. And he knows the Impala is 'home.'" She shook her head, her smile turning a bit sad. "That's how he puts it: The Impala's his home, but she's not his."
Dean smiled and brushed a hand at his eyes irritably as he turned away. "Better not be a scratch on her. A mountain road? Seriously?"
"Yeah. I drove up there." Jody shuddered remembering the steep cliff Sam had almost gone over and barely avoided. "Could have been a lot worse, believe me."
"Alright. Details, Sheriff. Tell me everything." Dean sat at her counter and raised his brows, waiting.
Jody rolled her eyes and grabbed a mug, pouring him a cup. "Only if you damn well call me Jody already. Geez, you two. Here." She pushed the mug over. "Took me six months to get Sam to knock it off."
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Dean's head jerked up from the medical reports he was reading like a hound catching a scent at the distinctive sound of a classic engine rumbling into the driveway outside.
"Now, Dean." Jody put a hand on his arm. "Don't overwhelm him, alright? Give him time. He will remember you."
Dean nodded stiffly and stood as he heard the front door open, and Jody left him to go meet his brother.
"Jody? I'm back!" Sam's voice carried through the house and Dean's heart clenched in recognition.
"Hey, Sam."
Dean listened to her voice explaining that someone was here to see him and that Sam knew him, and Sam's confusion and then acceptance, and a moment later his little brother, all six feet four inches of him, strode into the kitchen with Jody at his back and…stared blankly at him.
"Hello?" Sam looked at the tall man in Jody's kitchen and frowned. He looked down at her and back over into worried, green eyes. "Jody says I know you."
Dean swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah. I'm…I'm Dean." He looked over at Jody who gave him a nod. "I'm your brother, Sam."
Sam's brows flew up and his jaw opened.
"Sam?" Jody put a hand on his arm and moved so she could see his face. "You alright?"
"Huh? Uh…yeah. I just…little brother?" Sam asked sincerely, looking at the slightly shorter man.
"BIG brother, jackass!" Dean growled, and resisted the urge to punch him.
Jody laughed and patted Sam's arm. "He's your older brother Sam. He really is."
Sam shook his head, looking dazed and went to the counter, leaning on it as he tried to wrap his brain around this new information. He studied the man, Dean, as he came to stand near him. The longer he looked at him, Sam had to admit that something did feel…familiar…about the spiky, sandy brown hair, green eyes, his freckles… "I do know you." He said softly.
"You remember me, Sammy?" Dean asked and sighed when Sam shook his head.
"Just a…a feeling." Sam frowned while Jody slid a cup of coffee across the counter and he looked down at his hands.
"Hey." Jody put a hand on his arm, not liking the way his face looked.
"It's…it's Sam." Sam said softly. He wrinkled his nose and looked up.
Dean grinned. "Not to me, it ain't, Sammy."
"I smell…" Sam shook his head. "Why do I smell leather and…and gun oil?"
"Shit!" Jody moved to rush around the counter, but Dean beat her there.
Dean caught his brother as he crashed toward the floor like a stone and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Sammy!"
"Don't let him hurt himself!" Jody shoved the stool away from them and grabbed Sam's legs while Dean held his body and Sam began to shake and seize in their arms.
Dean held him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and let Sam's head knock against his chest. "Jody?"
"It's alright." Jody made herself breathe and look up at him. "He's remembering something." She gave him a rueful smile. "You, probably. It'll stop soon."
Dean watched his brother's face, twisted up with the effort of the seizure and then, just as quickly as it had come, it passed and Sam went lax in his arms. "Sammy?" Dean palmed the side of his face and turned his brother's face up to him. He looked asleep.
"He's out." Jody nodded at his worried look as she leaned back in relief. "Usually I just shove a pillow under his head and sit with him until he comes out of it." She waved at Sam with a soft laugh. "I can't carry his ass."
Dean snorted. "I can. Living room?" He gathered Sam up when Jody nodded, struggled to his feet and half carried, half dragged his little brother into the living room and laid him down on the couch where he sat next to him and kept a hand on the side of his neck, taking comfort in the steady beat of Sam's heart.
"He really is alright. I promise." Jody told Dean gently and put a hand on his shoulder. "He's gonna have a hell of a headache when he wakes up though. He always goes all puppy-dog on me. It's pathetic." She laughed and rolled her eyes. She saw the tightening around Sam's eyes that meant he was coming out of it and smiled. "I'm gonna get him some juice and painkillers. He's all yours."
"Yeah, he is." Dean said softly as Jody left them alone. He'd expected a lot of things on his return from Purgatory but never this; never a brother who didn't even know who he was. Dean didn't know where to start, what to do. What if Sam never remembered him? Or hunting? Dean frowned. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Sam could just go on living his normal life, fixing cars. Dean smiled. Sam fixing cars; it was almost as though, even though he couldn't remember his brother, he was driven to do something to honor him.
Sam moaned softly, rolling his head and Dean squeezed his hand on his neck as he had ever since Sam was small whenever he needed comfort, a gesture as familiar and natural to Dean as breathing. "Hey, buddy. Wake up." Dean watched, waiting and smiled as Sam's hazel eyes finally fluttered open to look at him. "Tryin' to give me grey hairs, Sammy?" He brushed Sam's long, dark hair out of his eyes and cupped the side of his face.
"What happened to…no chick flicks?" Sam asked softly.
Dean smirked. "Well, there's…" He stopped, surprise rushing through him and met Sam's eyes. "Sammy?"
Sam nodded. He clasped a hand around one of Dean's forearms and closed his eyes as a first tear escaped to run down his temple. "I remember," he whispered, tightening his grip on his brother. "I remember everything." He did - Dean, him, their father, hunting, Bobby…standing in a room painted in leviathan blood, alone, and his big brother just…gone.
"Hey, hey, hey. Come're." Dean pulled Sam up suddenly as tears started to flow and wrapped him in a fierce hug. "Take it easy."
Sam buried his face in Dean's neck and shook. "Where were you?" he asked, his voice muffled in his brother's shirt as he held on to him, afraid if he loosened his grip Dean would vanish and this would be a dream.
Dean shook his head and rubbed a hand up and down Sam's back trying to ease the sobs he felt shuddering through his little brother's shoulders. "Doesn't matter right now. I'm here. I gotcha."
Sam tightened his grip and didn't give a damn how far into chick flick territory he was dragging his big brother right then because…he was back. Dean was back and there and alive and Sam remembered him and the world could go to hell.
Dean held him just as tight and closed his eyes as he finally felt his world click into place. Until Sam had grabbed hold of him, a part of him was still worried that he wasn't really out, that he was still lost in Purgatory somewhere having delusions, or dreaming and would wake up to find Benny standing over him again. He buried his fingers in Sam's shaggy hair. He felt his own throat tightening up and fought the urge to break down himself, as the relief at having Sam back combined with finally being able to let go of the pent up fear and rage of the previous year washed over him.
"I'm right here, Sammy. I'm right here." Dean held him tight while Sam cried out everything he'd lost and now remembered. "It's gonna be ok." He wasn't sure if that was true, but for Sam he'd damn well try and make it be. "We're ok."
Jody stood in the hall, leaning against the wall and let the tears fall down her face unchecked. She clutched the glass of juice to her chest along with the pill bottle and closed her eyes. She looked up to the ceiling then and sent a silent prayer to Bobby, wherever he was, letting him know that his boys were finally alright.
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The End.
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