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 Sammynanci - As one of your past loved fics because Sam's visions always liked(and I think you should get more out of their powers) I'd like a story in which Sam suffers from strong (very strong, muhhahah, poor boy, xd) visions caused by someone who is controlling a "baykok" (exclusive nocturnal spirit Ojibwa or Chippewa Indians) that eliminates warriors(soldiers or policemen fellow ex seeking revenge) and resulting in Sam's visions. The rest of the problem, the damage and leave Sammy and I leave it to your choice, you will surely be great!
A/N: This one is set after 2x15 'Tall Tales' and lovely gruesome choice of creature thank you nanci! :D
Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D– Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.
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Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music from the radio and grinned. "I figure we can swing through Jersey and hit up Atlantic City." He chuckled. "It ain't Vegas, but it's close enough. I think we earned a little break." He looked over at his brother and rolled his eyes; he was staring out the passenger window, apparently not having heard a word Dean had been saying. "Earth to Sammy. Hey!"
"Huh?" Sam looked over and frowned. He squeezed his eyes shut on the sudden headache and shook his head. "Sorry."
Dean's good mood quickly drained away as he watched Sam raise a hand to his head. "Sam? What's up?"
Sam shook his head and wrapped both hands around it as pain ratcheted through his skull. He gasped in a breath and was only distantly aware of the car swerving hard to the side of the road and Dean's voice calling his name fearfully.
Dean ran the car up on the grass as Sam cried out and collapsed into the seat holding his head. "Shit! Sam? Sam! Hang on!" He tore out of the driver's seat and around to the passenger side, ripped the door open and caught his brother as he started to topple out, senseless. "Sammy?" Dean pulled him out and sat him up against the side of the car, holding his head as Sam's eyes stared sightless at nothing. "Come on, Sam. Come back," Dean whispered it like a plea, willing the damn vision to stop so his brother could take a breath, because even that stopped while it was happening.
Sam twitched in Dean's grip weakly, then more strongly. "Sammy? That's it. Come back now." Dean kept a firm grip on his head. All of a sudden, Sam's arms flew up to grasp Dean's as he sucked air in like a long-distance runner and his eyes finally blinked. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Easy, buddy.
"Dean!" Sam gasped and then groaned, letting his head fall forward onto his brother's shoulder, unable to support it as the pain swamped him. "God."
"Take it easy." Dean kept him from face-planting into the grass and took a few steadying breaths of his own before pushing him back enough to see his face. "Talk to me, Sam. What'd you see?"
Sam nodded slowly, squinting against the pain. "Great Lakes…Ontario I think. A…a forest and…a creature." He stopped, shuddering with the memory. The vision had been more visceral than normal, and he was having trouble separating himself from it.
"Ok. Ok." Dean made the decision and muscled Sam up from the ground and back into the car. "Let's get moving before some good samaritan decides to stop and see if we're alive." He reached across and belted Sam into the seat, not liking the pallor of his skin or the haunted look in his eyes. Silently he cursed the damn visions that had seemingly come out of nowhere and were increasingly tormenting his brother both physically and emotionally. Yes, when he was being honest with himself, the implications frightened him, not knowing where the strange power had come from; but, more than that, it pissed him off that ANYTHING would hurt Sam like that and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Sam stared at the floor between his knees and rubbed a hand over his head. The vision was still there, beating at his mind with the parade of images - fear, blood, pain, and red eyes burning out at him from the darkness. "It's bad, Dean. We have to stop this."
Dean nodded as he pulled back onto the road. He reached a hand to the back of his brother's neck and rested it there, offering him what little comfort he could. If he could have taken the visions for Sam, he would have; anything to spare his brother the agony it caused him every time and the even worse guilt each time they failed to save someone.
"We'll get there, Sam," Dean said surely. "So, any idea where on Lake Ontario?"
Sam nodded wearily and rolled his head into the window, letting the cool glass soothe some of the pain. "There was a lighthouse. I'll find it when we stop."
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Dean stood beside his brother and looked up at the lighthouse above them. "You sure?"
"Sodus Point. Yeah." Sam nodded and turned to look at the forest that spread out beyond it. "This is definitely what I saw in my vision." He started off toward the forest with Dean at his side. He'd also found out what he thought the creature might be and couldn't escape the bad feeling that had crawled over his skin the moment he'd found it in spite of the crude jokes the creature's name had inspired Dean to make.
"So, where's this guy get beaten by Baykok?" Dean asked and gave a lopsided grin to the disgusted look on his brother's face.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Sooner or later you're gonna run out of jokes."
Dean snorted. "Not likely." Humor was his only defense against the worry in his gut. Baykok was a nasty piece of work from the lore Sam had found, and that, combined with the fact that Sam had seen it in a vision, made him damn nervous. He glanced sideways at his brother and that didn't help. He was still paler than he should be and holding himself while he walked as though his head was still tender.
Sam was still trying to figure it out. He'd seen the Baykok killing the man clearly enough, but there had been something else…some dark figure in the background that he sensed was controlling the creature, and he couldn't bring it into focus. It was important. He was sure of that if nothing else, and it was nagging at him.
"Dude. Pay attention." Dean gave him a push to the side, stopping Sam from walking into a tree and rolled his eyes. "If you're gonna be this out of it, you can go back to the motel and I'll do this on my own."
"No!" Sam said vehemently and couldn't explain the panic that swept through him. "We stay together."
"Alright. Geez. Don't get your panties in a knot." Dean shook his head. "You alright?"
"Yeah. Sorry." Sam scowled at himself. He needed to get a better handle on himself. He put his attention on the forest instead. He wished he had a time frame from his vision. They had no way of knowing exactly when the victim Sam had seen would be here, but he felt it was soon, if not too late already. His visions seemed to go that way sometimes, giving him no chance to actually change anything, and he understood Dean's frustration each time that happened.
Dean raised his head, sniffing on the early evening air and groaned. "You smell that?" He stepped up next to his brother and stayed close. "That's blood…a lot of it, and close."
"No," Sam breathed and that hopeless feeling dropped into his stomach. They were too late. He didn't need to see the body to know.
"Might not be the guy in your vision." Dean said, but he knew he was wrong. They didn't get that lucky. He didn't say anything when Sam turned, heading to the left as though he knew where they going. He probably did without even realizing. He just followed quietly at his back and kept his eyes on the darkening trees around them for any sign of the creature.
"Dammit," Sam said softly and stopped as they neared a small clearing and what was clearly a body in the center. He made himself walk closer and stopped a few feet away as his eyes made sense of what he was seeing. The man had been badly beaten, and blood splattered the grass and leaves around him in a wide swathe. His chest cavity was torn open, and he knew, if they looked, his liver would be missing.
"That him?" Dean asked and knelt by the head, grimacing at the damage inflicted on him.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. I, uh…I recognize the jacket." He couldn't see much of the face as it had been beaten to a pulp, but it was definitely the brown and orange jacket he'd seen in his vision. "We're too late."
"We couldn't have stopped this." Dean stood and put a hand on his shoulder. "We came straight here, dude. This isn't your fault."
Sam nodded numbly. "I know, I…" He broke off on a hiss of pain and slapped his free hand to his head. "Gah…"
"Sammy? Aw, come on! Again?" He wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders to try and support him as he doubled over. "Easy, Sammy." He grunted as Sam's knees went out from under him and took them both to the ground. "Dammit!" Dean was torn between taking care of Sam and watching both their backs. The kill was fresh and the creature could be watching them. It made his skin crawl with nerves. He pulled Sam in against him and kept his gun up.
Sam was pulled through the new vision like being sucked down a whirlpool. It took his breath away as the forest swirled around him like a live thing. He heard screaming cut the heavy air. Red eyes blinked into being inches from his face, and then the vision changed, dropping him to the forest floor and making the breath rush out of him. Normally, he was a formless observer in his visions, but for some reason, with these, he was actually a part of them. He dragged himself to his knees and looked up…on a scene out of his nightmares.
Dean stood feet away, looking into the trees above Sam's head with his gun raised and no sense of the monstrous thing rising up behind him. Sam opened his mouth to scream out to him, but no sound came. Sam was trapped watching as the Baykok stepped out into the moonlight. The pale light shone down on an emaciated, skeletal face and body covered in a thin, translucent skin. Red eyes blazed out of the hollows in its skull. Sam shook with the need to stop it. He was frozen as the Baykok raised a massive club above its head and brought it down on his brother's skull, crushing him to the forest floor.
"NO!" Sam came awake with the cry on his lips and struggled against the arms holding him until he realized whose they were. "Dean! God!"
"Holy crap, Sam!" Dean supported his now trembling brother as he collapsed against him and wrapped shaking hands around Dean's forearm while he wheezed for breath. The visions left Dean as shaken as his little brother, with fear, if not with the pain. "Sam?" He took his eyes off the forest long enough to roll Sam's head up. "You with me?"
Sam blinked and nodded, still gasping for air. Slowly, he made himself loosen his grip from his brother's arm and look up at him again. "Dean."
"Ok, we're getting out of here. Now." Dean stood and forced Sam to come with him, holding him against his side when his legs threatened to fail him.
"It was you," Sam gasped and wrapped his hands in the front of Dean's jacket in a desperate need for him to understand. "The vision…I saw you!"
"Saw me what?" Dean asked as he pulled Sam into a shuffling walk.
"The creature…the Baykok." Sam pulled Dean to a stop desperately. "It's gonna kill you!"
"No, it ain't." Dean met his fearful eyes with as sure a gaze as he could manage. "You're here and we know about it. Not. Going. To happen. Got it?"
Sam watched the calm knowledge in his brother's eyes and tried to let it settle him. He nodded and took a shaking breath. "Ok. Ok."
"Come on. Time to move." Dean made him start walking again, saying nothing as Sam kept a hand fisted in his jacket. The kid was shaken enough he seemed to need it like an anchor and he was still staggering with the after effects of the vision. Night was falling in earnest, and the moon was giving them the only light to see by now.
"It's close." Sam knew it as he looked blearily up around them, seeing the silvered light of the moon beginning to shine down on the forest. "The vision…it's coming."
"Were you with me when it happened?" Dean asked and Sam shook his head. "Then we're good."
Sam wished it was that easy, but he could still feel it in his bones, like an impending doom stalking them, and it stole his breath away. He had to concentrate to keep his feet moving through the pounding in his skull. His visions always made his head hurt, but something about these was different; the pain was more intense and near crippling.
"Sam. Come on." Dean urged him on as his brother's head dropped and he was still breathing hard. He was weak and it was scaring Dean. He half-carried him out of the forest, and Sam's legs went out from under him at the edge. "Ok, buddy. Ok." Dean eased him down against a tree and knelt in front of him. "Car's right there." Dean pointed out to the Impala parked sixty or so yards away in a lot. "I'm gonna bring it over here. Stay."
"Dean. No." Sam made a grab for his arm and missed as Dean stood.
"Two minutes, Sam." Dean said and jogged out onto the field.
"No." Sam struggled to get to his feet, using the tree at his back. That sense of impending doom was screaming at him now as Dean moved away. He slapped a hand over his head as the pain ratcheted up, threatening to send him to his knees again. "Dammit." Sam cursed and staggered away from the tree. "Dean!" He yelled it as loudly as he could and ran.
Dean turned to look back and stared as Sam ran unevenly toward him. "Sam, what the hell?" He took a step back and cried out as something glanced off the back of his shoulder. Dean went to the ground and rolled away. He looked up into the glaring, red eyes of the Baykok. "Crap!" He scrambled back, holding his burning shoulder and jumped as shots rang out and the skeletal creature jerked with the hits.
"Dean! Move!" Sam shouted as he neared and fired again. Each report of his own gun was like a stab to his head, and he swallowed a groan of agony. He emptied the clip into the Baykok's chest and watched the creature raise its arms. A shimmering line appeared between its hands as Sam watched. It had the vague shape of a bow, and then the creature flicked its fingers. Sam shouted in surprised pain and looked down to see blood streaming from an open wound in his leg.
"Sammy!" Dean drew the knife from his hip with his left hand, wishing his right wasn't tingling and numb from the glancing blow of the creature's club, and charged to his feet. He slammed into the bony body of the Baykok and took it to the ground beneath him. Dean used his weight and drove his knife into the stomach cavity. If Sam's research was right, there was only one organ in there for him to find. The Baykok screamed in rage, and Dean ducked under a swing from one bony arm.
Dean shouted as the creature landed a blow on his already-injured right shoulder and shoved his left hand up further into the chest cavity. The Baykok suddenly went tense beneath him as if straining, and Dean knew he had it. He dug the blade deeper and ripped upward, tearing the thin skin apart. He let go of the knife handle and closed his fingers around the liver. He grimaced at the warm, slimy feeling as he pulled it free of the Baykok's chest and tossed it away. The creature shook violently and then went still as its arms and legs dropped to the ground to lie still.
Dean slapped a hand over its bony face, noting the eyes had gone dark. "Don't go anywhere, ugly." He rolled painfully off the thing and stumbled over to Sam. "Hey." Sam was on his side with one hand on his head and the other wrapped around his thigh. "How bad is it?"
"Forgot," Sam gasped out between heavy breaths. "Stupid."
"Forgot what?" Dean pulled Sam's fingers up enough to get a look and winced. Whatever had hit him had gone straight through and out the other side.
"Invisible arrows…in the lore." Sam squeezed his eyes open to look over at the creature. "Still in…my leg."
"What?" Dean asked in surprise. His eyes told him there was nothing there, yet Sam's fingers were splayed as though going around something. He reached tentative fingers out in the air above his leg and gasped they touched the shaft of an arrow and Sam yelped in pain. "Shit!"
"Yeah." Sam let his head thump into the grass and closed his eyes. "S'gonna suck." He looked blearily up at his brother and put a hand on his arm. "Your shoulder?"
Dean shook his head. "Glancing blow, thanks to you. I'm good." He carefully rolled his right arm to prove it, hissing with discomfort as the muscle pulled, and then bent over his brother's leg.
"Someone else," Sam gritted his teeth as Dean fumbled trying to get hold of the invisible arrow, "controlling it."
"Seriously?" Dean groaned and got both hands on the arrow, feeling the brush of the fletching on the back of one hand. "Hold on." He waited until Sam gave him a stiff nod and then snapped the end off as close to Sam's leg as he could. Sam shouted and slapped a hand into his chest, gathering a fist-full of his leather jacket. "Ok, breathe. Halfway there."
Sam groaned and closed his eyes as he tightened his grip. "Just…do it. Stop talkin' 'bout it already."
Dean smirked and patted his shoulder. "Bossy." He slid his hand around the back of Sam's leg until he felt the protruding head of the arrow and wrapped his hand around it. "Ok, buddy. On three. One…two…" Dean didn't wait and pulled, wrenching the invisible shaft from his brother's leg. Sam shouted and then the hand fisted in Dean's jacket loosened and fell away. "Shit. Sam?" He bent and rolled Sam to his back, and Dean blew out a breath of relief. "Trust you to pass out before we get to the car. Awesome." He groaned and moved his right arm gingerly. He gave an involuntary shiver. If Sam hadn't shouted when he did and made him start back, the blow would have crushed his head for sure.
He patted Sam's chest and got to his feet. "Don't go anywhere. I ain't carrying your ass that far." He ran past the Baykok and gave it a kick to make sure it was dead before going to the Impala. Dean got in and drove off the lot and onto the field out to his brother and parked beside him. He climbed back out and went around, pulling the passenger door open and then knelt beside Sam. "Alright, buddy. Up we go."
Dean spent a minute just leaning over the roof of the car once he got Sam in the seat. Lifting his gigantor little brother hadn't done his shoulder any favors and he was well and truly in pain now. "Crap." He groaned and closed the door. Rather than get in, however, he went to the trunk and opened it, taking out salt and lighter fluid, then went over to the Baykok. His brows rose in the air as he realized the creature's liver was closer to the body then when he'd left, and, as he watched, it began to move itself through the tall grass.
"Oh, that is just wrong," he muttered, but couldn't help watching for a moment in fascination. That definitely was going on the "there's-something-you-don't-see-every-day" list. Not giving it a chance to get any closer, Dean upended the salt over it, squirted lighter fluid on the wriggling organ, and then knelt next to it. He pulled out his zippo and flicked the flame to life. "Shouldn't have screwed with my little brother, asshole." He put the flame to the liver and grinned as it burned. He reared back onto his ass as the body of the Baykok burst into flame as well. "Shit!" He scrambled to his feet and chuckled as he watched it burn.
"Nice. Save me some work." Dean grinned and took another step back as the flames flared higher. He glanced up and frowned. A shadow was moving low along the ground behind the Impala and vanished from sight beyond the bumper. He burst into a run, staring at Sam's still head in the passenger seat where he lay propped against the door and still unconscious.
Dean sprinted to the car, drawing his gun from his back and rounded the front as the driver's side door opened. "HEY!" He bellowed, and a young man popped up with wide eyes. He was no older than Sam with lanky, blonde hair and thinly built. He stared at Dean and the gun for a moment in surprise, and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Get away from the car, asshole!"
"No." His voice was soft, and his smile grew as he raised a hand toward Dean.
"You know I'll shoot you, right?" Dean growled and took a step closer. He gasped as he felt something grasp hold of his hand. "What the hell?" The invisible force turned the gun away and started twisting his hands. Dean looked up in shocked realization. This guy was another of the 'special' children…like Sam…like Max. "Son of a bitch."
"Not so bad-ass now, are ya?" he said, eyes narrowed in concentration.
Dean growled with effort, trying to stop his hands from turning his own gun to his head. "You are really…pissin'…me off!"
"Not for long." The man reached into his jacket with his other hand and took out his own pistol and leveled it at Dean. "You first, then him. You just had to kill my little pet."
"No." Dean was sweating, trying futilely to keep his gun from turning on him and snarled as the man turned his pistol toward the Impala and in to aim at Sam. "No!" Dean gasped as the pressure around his hands was suddenly released. He didn't take time to ask. He swung the muzzle back and fired, pulling the trigger twice and watching as the man staggered and fell behind the open driver's side door. He ran around and kicked the pistol away but he needn't have worried; the guy was clearly dead with eyes staring sightless up at the night sky.
"Sammy?" Dean bent as he heard a soft moan and leaned in the car.
"M'alright." Sam mumbled around his hand. He was hunched over in the seat with a hand cupped around his bleeding nose.
Dean watched drops of blood drip into his lap and nodded. He took a last look at the dead man and climbed behind the wheel. He pulled the door shut and dug a rag from the backseat, handing it to his brother. "Here. Use this."
Sam took it and pressed it to his nose then let his head fall back. It felt like it was splitting in two. Freeing Dean to fire had cost him something. "Thanks."
Dean watched him and started the car again. "Hold on 'til we get to the motel." He put a hand out and grasped his brother's shoulder, helping to keep him upright as he started to lean weakly in the seat. "Easy." Dean pushed down the fear that Sam had used his…gift…to save him. He knew Sam had done it once before, and, again, it had been to save Dean's life that time as well.
Sam tried but couldn't hide the agony that was his head. Between the blood and the pain, he was miserable, but it was worth it. He cracked his eyes and slid them over to look at Dean, alive and driving with that 'my little brother scared me' look on his face again. Sam smiled under the rag over his nose and closed his eyes. It was definitely worth it.
Dean got his brother out of the car and into the motel and then parked him on his bed before he knelt in front of him. "Lemme see." Dean pulled Sam's hand with the rag away and tipped his head back.
"Think it's stopped," Sam said and hissed out a breath as Dean turned his attention to his leg, pressing lightly around the wound. "Pants off, tiger."
Dean smirked at the disgusted look on his brother's face and went to get the first aid kit. He pulled his jacket off and then took a second to get his shirts off. "How's this look?" He turned his back to his brother.
Sam grimaced at the wide, dark bruise on Dean's right shoulder while he shoved his jeans down. "Like you got kicked by an elephant. How's it feel?"
Dean came back and dropped the kit on the bed and knelt again. "Like I got kicked by an elephant," he snorted and grabbed the antiseptic. "You want somethin' to hold on to, princess?"
"Bite me, Dean," Sam glared and then yelped as Dean poured it over the wound in his thigh with a grin. "Jerk!"
"Bitch," Dean chuckled and quickly wrapped a bandage around Sam's leg. He handed him a bottle of water and two pills when he was done. "Don't tell me your head's not hurting. I know what your shining does to you, so let's skip that argument."
Sam opened his mouth and then closed it with a sigh. He took the pills and swung his legs up onto the bed. "Better put ice on that." He gestured to Dean's shoulder before he let his head drop gratefully back to the pillow and dragged the blanket over himself. "Dean." Sam waited for Dean to meet his eyes. "Thanks."
"Go to sleep already." Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed the ice bucket. He stopped with his hand on the door. "You know that ain't you, Sammy. You're not gonna turn into that…buckets of crazy."
Sam sighed and rolled, closing his eyes. "You don't know that, Dean."
"Yeah, I do," Dean said firmly as he opened the door. "You've got me. Try and remember that once in a while." He smirked when Sam looked up at him. "For a guy with a college education, you can be damn stupid sometimes."
Sam watched him leave and was surprised into laughing. He rolled again so he was facing the door and his brother's bed and closed his eyes with a smile. Dean was right, and it made him feel a little better knowing his big brother was there to make sure he didn't go dark side. He held on to consciousness until Dean came back in the room and let himself fall asleep finally, safe.
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