Title: Reader's Special: First Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: A collection of One Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: First Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each one shot reward fic.
Author's Note: The Reader's Special: First Edition was such brilliant fun thanks to all the wonderful people who prompted the story for each chapter that I offered each prompter a One Shot Reward fic of their choice. None of the chapters contained in this Fic 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!
Chapter Info: For Little White Comet: Right for a One-Shot I guess I would like: Sam Kidnapped by Monster of the Day, Dean tries to save him but get captures too, Sam ends up saving them both but gets badly injured and finally Dean makes everything better by being an awesome big Brother! Set in early season 1. Sammy and his fringe makes me squeal ^_^
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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"Dude, next time you say 'hey I found us a job in North Carolina in July' I'm smacking you." Dean mopped more sweat off his brow as he hiked beside his brother, Sam who rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Well next time I'll text the freaky homicidal albino creature and ask it to wait until autumn to start killing people." Sam smirked and wiped sweat out of his own eyes, shoving sweat damp hair off his forehead that fell right back and blew a breath out in frustration.
Dean snickered. "You lemme cut that mop off you'll be cooler."
Sam slapped a hand up to his head and narrowed his eyes. "You come near me with scissors and bar maids all over the country will be in mourning." He gave a pointed look to his brother's crotch with raised brows and made him laugh.
"They don't make scissors that big." Dean deadpanned and Sam groaned, disgusted. A sudden crashing sound somewhere near by stopped both men in their tracks. "Cowboy up, Sammy."
"It's Sam." Sam whispered and raised his rifle to his shoulder, peering between the trees as Dean did.
"So, what's this thing look like again?" Dean stepped ahead of Sam toward where the commotion had come from.
"According to the witnesses? A giant, albino Porcupine." Sam smirked at the look on Dean's face.
"If this turns out to be two college kids in a costume, you're never picking the job again." Dean groaned but didn't let down his guard. "You hear that?" A steady dripping sound carried through the air ahead of them. He looked back to see Sam's nod and started forward slowly, alert, watching his feet to avoid crunching through the underbrush and giving away their presence. He put his left hand up and waved two fingers to his left. Sam immediately peeled off to flank whatever was in front of them, moving silently away. Dean eased through the trees, blinking as a shaft of sunlight broke through the canopy and hit his eyes. He ducked under a low hanging branch and let the muzzle lower slightly in surprise.
"Sammy?" Dean said and his brother appeared on the other side of the small clearing from a screening of trees.
"What the hell?" Sam asked and looked up at the unfortunate twelve point buck hanging in the tree between them. Its throat had been opened with three long vicious tears, the blood dripping to the ground below in a puddle. Along its side was a row of long quills more than a foot in length.
"Are those?" Dean nodded at the corpse and Sam nodded.
"Porcupine quills." Sam moved closer and reached a long arm up, prying one of the quills free and looked closely at the business end. "Huh. Well, good news, I don't see any venom or anything on the end."
"Oh goodie." Dean rolled his eyes. "So we'll get perforated but not poisoned. That's comforting." He turned back to the forest, raising his rifle again. His instincts were telling him they weren't alone. "Sam…" He whirled back as a crashing came again behind him. Dean turned in time to see an albino Porcupine the size of a friggin Volkswagen come barreling out of the trees straight at Sam. His brother raised his gun but not in time. Dean let off a shot, hitting the creature in the shoulder but barely slowing it as it plowed into Sam and careened off into the trees again.
"SAM!" Dean shouted and sprinted after it. It had knocked Sam down and scooped him up in its jaws in one fluid move as it ran past. Dean spared a glance for the blood splattered on the ground where Sam had been standing, his jaw clenching and ran; following the sounds. The creature made no effort to be silent this time and Dean had an easy time following it and the path it left through the trees. Finally, the noise stopped and so did Dean. "Sam?" He called and was rewarded with a moan nearby. He broke into a run again and skidded to a stop beside his brother. Sam lay on his stomach, curled around himself and moaned. "Sammy?" Dean started to bend to check on him and never saw the creature drop from above, swiping a massive paw out and knocking him into oblivion.
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"Guh." Dean groaned and tried to roll to his side, irritated when he couldn't. He could feel something wet and sticky on the side of his head. He reached a hand up, pried his eyes open and saw it was blood. "Oh, right." He slurred, remembering vaguely what had happened. "Sammy?" Dean raised his aching head and realized why it felt like all his blood was in his head; he was hanging upside down. "Crap." Below him, Sam lay sprawled. They were in some sort of warren thrown together from branches, sticks, leaves and he tried real hard not to think about what the gummy stuff holding it together and him to the roof might be. "Sam!" He said louder, seeing no sign of the agro porcupine.
Sam shifted and opened his eyes and frowned in confusion. "Dean?" He couldn't figure out why his big brother was above him.
"Get me the hell out of this." Dean growled, trying uselessly to free his feet. "You ok?"
Sam sat up carefully; holding a hand to his blood stained side and nodded. He could feel teeth marks in his stomach and up his back. He remembered being clamped between vice like jaws and then dropped. "Yeah…yeah I'm ok. Hang on."
Dean watched him struggle to his feet and sway a second before looking up again. "Dude, you look like a piñata." Sam said and smirked as Dean growled at him.
"I'm gonna take a stick to you when I get down from here." Dean warned but only made Sam laugh and then gasp, clutching his side. "Hey, you sure you're ok?"
Sam nodded and gave him a quick smile. "Yeah, it's not deep." He went to the wall and looked up, deciding it really wasn't that far. "I'm coming up." Sam reached up and gave the branches an experimental tug. They seemed sturdy enough. He started up the wall and swallowed the moan of pain as the wounds in his stomach and back pulled. He reached Dean's feet easily and drew the knife out from his belt, reaching over. "Dude, you're gonna drop like a stone."
"I'm good. Just get me loose." Dean told him, starting to get a pounding, dizzying headache from being upside down. He felt Sam sawing at the gunk that held his feet in place and couldn't help a snort of laughter. "Where's a lightsaber when you need one?"
Sam chuckled and moved his hand as Dean's left foot swung free. "Almost done." He sawed quickly at the sticky substance on his right foot and a moment later, Dean's weight pulled him free and he dropped. "Dean? You ok?"
Dean loosened his muscles as he fell and did his best to roll; still the back of his shoulders took the brunt of the impact. He groaned and gave Sam a thumbs up. "Ow." He crawled to his knees as Sam climbed down, dropping beside him with a moan.
"Yeah, ow." Sam hunched and Dean tugged his shirt aside. "Knock it off."
"Lemme have a look." Dean batted his hand away and yanked his t-shirt up. "Damn."
"It's ok." Sam tugged his shirt back down with a grimace. "We need to find the guns and get the hell out of here." He stood beside Dean, turned around and then gasped. "Get down!"
Dean fell backwards as Sam tackled him, throwing himself on top of him and heard his brother cry out as his weight settled onto him. "Sam?" He reached his arm around to move him off and his hand brushed against a row of long quills. "Son of a bitch!" Dean moved Sam to the side, careful not to roll him and saw the Porcupine in the entrance to the warren, resettling its quills along its back as it turned to look at them. Dean pushed to his feet and grabbed the knife Sam still held in his hand and charged the thing. The porcupine reared up in surprise showing its white, almost pink underbelly. Dean ducked beneath its paws and angled the knife up below its jaw. He used his considerable upper body strength to force the blade up and into the creature's brain from below. Dean held on while the Porcupine thrashed suddenly, one paw dragging across his hip, leaving a trail of pain behind and then it collapsed and he was forced to dance out from under its body to avoid being crushed.
"Holy crap." Dean panted as he watched the behemoth settle to the ground, dead. He gave its shoulder a parting kick to be sure and dashed back to Sam who was slowly pulling himself up to his knees. "Hey, tiger. How you doin'?"
Sam nodded tensely, trying not to move too much. "Hurts."
"No kidding." Dean scowled at the row of quills down his back and knelt in front of him. "Gotta get these out before I can get you out of here." Sam nodded again and slowly let himself fall forward until he was leaning against Dean's chest, head in the crook of his shoulder. Dean dropped a hand to the back of his neck for a moment. "Just…try to stay still."
Dean took hold of the first quill and slid it out, Sam flinching against him. He kept his hand on the back of Sam's neck, giving a squeeze as he pulled out the next. By the fourth, Sam was sweating and trembling. By the eighth he was reduced to the occasional whimper and all his weight was supported on Dean's shoulder. "Almost done, Sammy." Dean whispered and quickly removed the last three leaving a trail of bloody spots down Sam's sweat damp shirt. "Ok, buddy."
"Feel like…a pincushion." Sam groaned and Dean chuckled.
"Looked like one. Let's get you up." Dean slid his arms under Sam's shoulders and stood, groaning under the heavy weight and supported him until he got his legs under him.
"M'okay." Sam said, though he had yet to open his eyes. He was breathing heavily through the pain and determined to not make Dean carry him out of the woods. "I got this."
Dean snorted. "Yeah I can see that. Come on." He started Sam in a shuffling walk toward the opening partially blocked by the giant, white porcupine and steered him around the hulking body. He breathed through his teeth, ignoring the burn across his hip from the claw marks; time enough to see to his own injuries once he got Sam out. "Motel or hospital, Sammy?"
"Motel." Sam said quickly. "No hospitals dude. I'm good."
"You're gonna have to walk a little better before I believe that." Dean grunted as most of his brother's weight had settled across his shoulders.
"Huh? Sorry." Sam forced his legs back under him and concentrated on watching his feet move; left, right, left, right. He wished they hadn't had to walk two hours into the forest to find the damn creature. He was sure it was taking them twice that to make it back to the car. There were a few times where he lost track, jerking from a doze when Dean cussed or gave him a gentle shake, saying his name.
The sun had set an hour past by the time they reached the car and Dean Heaved a sigh of relief. Sam was mostly out on his feet, only staying awake through sheer will power he knew. None of his wounds were life threatening but altogether they'd sapped Sam of enough blood to make him woozy.
"Here we go, sasquatch." Dean leaned him up against the side of the Impala and got the door open. "In you go." Getting him in was fairly easy as Sam all but melted into the seat with a sigh of relief, head lolling toward the drivers seat. Dean tugged on his shoulder to keep him upright and pulled the seatbelt around him to help. He shut the door and leaned on the roof for a minute just breathing. He pulled his t-shirt up to get a look at his hip and scowled. The wounds were shallow but damn they hurt.
"Albino friggin porcupines." He shook his head, disgusted and went around getting behind the wheel. He started the engine and pulled out, sliding a hand behind Sam's head when he started to list toward him again, asleep. He got a grip on the neck of Sam's shirt and held him up. "No more picking hunts for you."
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"Holy crap!" Sam shouted as Dean poured antiseptic on the bite marks on Sam's stomach, lurching up so he was sitting and hunched over the wounds. His big brother's hand forced him back down on the bed.
"What you get for being a chew toy." Dean smirked and set aside the bottle, grabbing a pad of gauze and taped it gently over the wounds. Sam gave him his patented bitch face, making him chuckle. Dean reached into the first aid kit and pulled out the bottle of Tylenol, dumping four into his hand and held them out.
"I'm good." Sam shook his head but Dean only glared at him.
"You've already got a fever, Sammy." Dean took his hand and dumped the pills in, then handed him a bottle of water. "Take em now before I have to force em down your throat later."
Sam grimaced, feeling the fever heat that was already making him uncomfortable and not liking one bit that Dean was right. He took the pills and swallowed them, emptying half the bottle of water before handing it back. "Thanks." He let his head drop back to the pillow in exhaustion and felt Dean's hand sweep his hair off his forehead, cool hand resting on his brow for a moment.
"Just get some sleep, Sam." Dean told him.
"Don't want to." Sam muttered, already half asleep and turned into his brother's touch without thinking. "Nightmares."
"I know, Sammy." Dean kept his hand on the side of his little brother's face. Normally averse to chick flick moments, he knew Sam spent most nights lately tortured by memories of Palo Alto; having a fever wasn't going to make it any easier so he gave the little comfort he could, letting him know he was there while he slept. Sam sighed, settling into the bed more firmly, hand falling away from his stomach and fell into sleep with Dean beside him. "It's ok, Sammy. I've got you." Dean said softly and settled in for a long night.
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The End.