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 Doctor's Other Companion - Sam and Dean are stuck in a hotel in the middle of a blizzard. Watching Doctor Who, cos Sam secretly loves it to death, and Dean loves criticizing everything that happens on the show.

A/N: Oh no! Not a prompt with Doctor Who in it! Whatever shall I do? Why, have the boys watch a classic ep I love that Dean can have a field day heckling of course. One viewing of "The Pyramids of Mars" in a snow-locked motel with the boys! Coming up! …also, a dash of hurt!Sam because I know you. :P

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

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Dean pulled open the door to the motel's rental office, fighting to move it against the snow piled up against it and the frigid wind blowing at him. "Sam! Come on!" He looked back and waited for his brother to stagger to the door and inside. He looked out at the wintry wasteland before stepping inside and nearly went to his knees as the warmth hit him in the face. "Holy crap. Woop." He dashed forward and caught Sam as his legs did give out. "Easy."

"Wow! You guys alright?" The clerk at the desk watched wide-eyed as Dean led his brother to one of the chairs and pushed him down into it.

Dean wiped snow out of his hair and went to the desk, leaning wearily on it. "Been better. Some jackass ran us off the road about a mile and a half back." He glared out the window by the door. "We just need a room 'til we can get pulled outta the damn ditch." The big rig had come barreling up the road behind them and Dean had had no choice but to run the Impala off the road or be crushed under eighteen wheels. He'd gotten up close and personal with the steering wheel and Sam had taken a hell of a crack to the head. Frankly, Dean was surprised the passenger window hadn't shattered.

"Probably be a day or two but lucky for you, I got a room and the pizza joint next door never closes for this crap." The clerk chuckled and turned a sign-in book to Dean then frowned. "Hey, he ok?"

Dean glanced over at his brother. Sam sat hunched in the chair, holding his head and likely trying to keep it from falling to pieces, or at least he was sure it felt that way.

"Yeah. Hard head. Room?" Dean quickly scrawled the first name he could think of and took the key the clerk slid over to him. "Thanks."

"You, uh, you want help getting him to your room?" The clerk eyed Sam as Dean pulled him up and figured the guy could probably accidentally squish him, but he'd help if he could.

"Naw, he's fine." Dean smirked at the wide-eyed look on the kid's face. "Come on, sasquatch."

"I'm goo…good. I'm good." Sam tried shaking his head to clear the cobwebs and groaned as it just made it hurt more. He'd been doing alright trudging through the snow until they'd come inside and the warmth had started to seep into him. Sam groaned when Dean shoved the door open and the cold and snow swirled back in to meet them.

Dean pulled his brother back out into the snow and headed down the long building through the drifts. Their bags weighed down his left side, and Sam was quickly weighing down his right. "No nappin' 'til we get to the room, dude. Keep walking."

"I am." Sam picked his feet up and ducked under some low-hanging icicles from the roof. "Sure like to find that trucker and thank him."

Dean chuckled and stopped at their room. "Dammit." He had to argue with the door as the cold seemed to have frozen the lock. He kicked it and grinned when it bounced open. "Ok, here we go." He pulled Sam inside and gave him a shove toward the far side of the room as he flicked on the light and shut the door on the bitter winter.

Sam blinked in the sudden light and snorted as he looked around. "Polka dots?"

"Awesome," Dean groaned. The walls were painted in giant, multi-colored polka dots and he had the sudden urge to use them for target practice, especially when he saw the matching spreads on the two queen size beds. The couch in front of the television was a disturbing shade of green but the tv at least was decent and Dean took a moment to smile at the thirty or so inch flat screen. "Nice."

Sam dropped onto the bed and got his jacket off, kicking at his snow sodden boots until they tumbled off too and then flopped back into the pillow with a groan. "Wake me up for spring."

Dean chuckled and dropped their bags on the other bed. He pulled his open and grabbed the can of salt and a marker. He was torn between making sure his brother's head wasn't cracked open and needing to proof the room and opted for safety first.

Sam cracked an eye and sighed. He sat back up and grabbed the marker from Dean's hand as he went to the window between the beds. "Gimme."

"Dude, lay the hell down," Dean said irritably as Sam ignored him and went to the door. "You get a free pass when your head gets caved in."

Sam snorted. "My head's fine." His chest hurt more than his head really, but he wasn't going to tell Dean that because it had nothing to do with the crash. It was the Trials, and, unless he was coughing blood, he wasn't going to put that hopeless look back on his brother's face if he didn't have to.

Dean stared hard at the back of Sam's head while he scrawled protective symbols over the door. He knew the stubborn idiot was hiding crap…again. He shook his head and started pouring a salt line at the window. He'd made him promise not to hide it from him anymore, and while he figured Sam probably wouldn't try and run off if he started coughing blood, he knew damn well the kid wasn't going to start fessing up to every ache and pain; it wasn't the Winchester way. He'd just have to keep a closer eye on him.

Sam didn't argue…much, when Dean finished pouring the salt lines and yanked the marker from his hand. He smirked and went back to his bed to roll his aching head into the pillow again. "So, pizza?"

Dean capped the marker and nodded. "Sounded like our only option. Lemme guess…you want the rabbit special."

"There's nothing wrong with veggie pizza, Dean." Sam chuckled.

"Unless it's got bacon, it's wrong." Dean smirked and grabbed the flyer next to the phone. He took it and his phone over and tossed them next to his brother who he then yanked up to sitting. "You order while I check your head."

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes but picked up the flyer and the phone. "It's a bump. It's fine."

"Shuddup." Dean pushed his head forward and felt around while Sam dialed. He found the sizeable knot on the right side of his head, making Sam hiss. "Sorry." He'd cracked his head good on the frame around the window and Dean frowned when his fingers came away wet with blood. "Don't lay back." He ordered while Sam talked to the pizza man and went to the bathroom for a towel. He wet one and came back to find Sam hunched over.

"Got you a meat lovers," Sam told him, or rather told his brother's legs when they stopped in front of him. His head was suddenly splitting again and he didn't feel like lifting it. "Extra bacon."

Dean chuckled and smiled. "Nice one." He tipped Sam's head over and found the cut, thankfully small, and cleaned it quickly. He folded the towel and pressed it there. "Here. Hold this 'til it stops bleeding."

"Thanks." Sam rolled back onto the bed and held Dean's phone up to him.

Dean grabbed the remote and dropped onto his bed, turning on the television and cursed as the screen showed snow. "Aw come on! It's bad enough we gotta be holed up here but the cable's out?"

"No porn for you," Sam laughed.

Dean snarled in irritation and surfed through the channels until he finally found one that wasn't snow or the damn weather. "What the hell is this?" He tossed the remote aside as a particularly ridiculous looking mummy walked into frame. "…and why is that guy's scarf like a mile long?"

"Huh?" Sam jerked his head up to look and then grinned. "Holy shit, dude! It's Doctor Who!"

"Doctor what?" Dean raised a brow at him and looked back at the television.

"Doctor Who. Classic British science fiction." Sam smiled at the TV. "I got into it at college."

"Huh. Ok, well she's hot." Dean smirked at the attractive, young, brunette woman in a long white dress.

"That's Sarah Jane." Sam tossed the blood-spotted towel at his head. "Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself."

"Holy crap, you know her name." Dean laughed, batting the towel away. "What the crap is that?" He asked as an actor appeared in a black robe and bizarre black dog mask with giant ears.

"Sutek." Sam leaned back and pushed his pillow up behind him. "Evil dude."

"Well, clearly." Dean snorted as the characters ran from the lumbering mummies. "Dude, those things can barely walk. How is that even a threat? Tie one of 'em to a tree and you're golden."

Sam laughed. "It's sci-fi. You're supposed to suspend disbelief. Considering your love of cheesy monster movies, I'm surprised this is an issue for you."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up earlier?" Dean chuckled and laughed outright as an unsuspecting victim was killed by a mummy. "Dude! He helped the mummy get his hands in the right place to strangle him."

"Pyramids of Mars is classic Who." Sam shrugged. "There's a new series too. You'd like it; more explosions and hotter women." He looked down at his watch and swung his legs off the bed. "I'll go grab pizza."

"I got it." Dean started to move but Sam gave his shoulder a shove.

"It's the other end of the building. I think can handle it, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes. He pulled his boots back on and his jacket and glanced back to watch the Doctor dashing through the woods with his over-long scarf trailing behind him. "Could use that scarf right now." He grinned as he opened the door and snow swirled in. He closed it quickly on Dean's laugh and headed down the motel. He pulled his jacket against the wind driven snow and rounded the corner of the building, following the smell of cooking pizza. There wasn't a car on the road to see as the snow seemed to have shut everything down.

Sam pulled open the door of the shop and then stopped as he glanced into the back parking lot. There, under the street lamp, was a big rig parked near the building and he'd remember that damn flying pig on its side anywhere. He let the door of the pizza shop close and smiled.

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Dean sat up as the motel room door opened and Sam came in bearing two pizza boxes and a case of beer. "Dude! What took so long?" He waved an arm at the screen. "They're stuck on Mars in a pyramid now and Sarah's about to get friggin suffocated in a giant test tube."

Sam laughed and passed him the top box and then a beer before going to his own bed. He shrugged off his snow covered jacket, kicked his boots off again and dropped to sit. He popped open a beer and leaned back with a satisfied smile.

"Why do you look so damn pleased with yourself?" Dean frowned.

"You know that rig that ran us off the road?" Sam glanced over and saw his nod. "It's parked out back." He grinned. "Poor guy's gonna have one hell of a flat tire problem come morning."

Dean's jaw dropped as a grin spread across his face. "You didn't?"

Sam pulled his knife out from behind his back and set it on the nightstand. "All eighteen wheels."

Dean burst into laughter and held his beer out, tapping it to his brother's. "That's my boy."

Sam pushed open his box and pulled out a slice, watching happily as the Doctor saved Sarah and Dean chuckled at the special effects. "You know you love the mummies."

"Whatever, dude. I will say…" Dean nodded toward the big blue police box. "…gotta respect a guy who goes for a classic ride."

Sam laughed and shook his head. "Trust you to bond with the Doctor over his 'car'."

Dean nodded, pleased that his little brother had dealt a little revenge for his baby and that, for the moment at least, he looked good; healthy. It was worth watching the old British show alone for the little smile that had yet to leave Sam's face. "There's another one on after this." He drained his beer and pulled another out of the box. "Bet this show gets even better when you're drunk."

Sam snorted and held out his hand for another beer and looked up for a moment, sifting through his internal library of Doctor Who trivia and then smiled. "Oh, the next one's the Android Invasion. You're definitely gonna want another beer."

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The End.

Next Up and the final Reward story goes to: KKBELVIS