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 LeighAnnWallace: I would like something happy. Sam and Dean,on an uncomplicated hunt, you pick, maybe a wendigo? Nothing haunting Sam, Dean happy to be with his brother and out killing the baddies. Just straightforward hunt. But current timeline, okay? I want to believe our boys can be happy, even after everything they've been through. Or, if you'd rather, they can be on a "vacation", if they even know what that is. Mexico? Sun, sand and surf. You pick. Get it? My only thing is: Happy!

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"You gonna get that bonfire lit anytime soon, princess?" Dean asked with a grin, dumping another load of firewood next to Sam.

"Can't believe you volunteered for a camping trip." Sam chuckled and backed away as flames sprouted in the fire pit.

"I volunteered for a hunt." Dean raised a hand and smirked. "It just happens to include camping."

"I'll set up the tent." Sam strode to the pile of canvas and stopped when Dean waved a hand at him.

"No way. I wanna sleep before dawn." Dean bent and unfolded the tent. "You suck at putting up tents."

"Oh bite me." Sam shot back and shook his head, smiling as he went instead to unpack the cooking gear and get coffee started. He clanged the pots together as he set them down and found the coffee pot with a happy sigh.

"Thought New Mexico would be hot this time of year." Dean commented as he got the center pole of the tent up.

"Not at this altitude." Sam commented, pouring water from his canteen into the coffee pot. "Won't get freezing up this high yet though. You havin' a problem over there?" He asked, looking back to see Dean sifting through the poles with a frown.

"No. I'm not having a problem." Dean threw him a bitch face. "Mind your own business."

Sam snorted a laugh and set the coffee pot close to the now roaring fire. The woods were dense this high up the mountains, the trees stretching high above and filtering through the late afternoon sunlight to dapple down on their clearing. Sam let his eyes roam the tree line and smiled. He went over to Dean and watched his big brother argue with the center pole that insisted on tilting sideways before finally grabbing the canvas from him.

"Back up and let me show you how it's done." Sam smirked.

"Hey!" Dean made a grab for the canvas and got only air as Sam danced out of the way. "Oh you're gonna regret that smart-ass."

Sam gave him a sarcastic smile and bent to pound in a tent stake. "I can outrun you, old man."

Dean's jaw dropped and he stared before bursting out a laugh as Sam went about getting the tent up. He watched him working methodically, giving shape to the tent and marveled at the easy smile on his little brother's face and the sparkle of humor in his eyes in spite of everything coming down at them recently. He shook his head and went over to their packs, amazed that he shared in it at least for today. He smiled and pulled out his own canteen and the camp light.

"Well that's gotta be a record." Sam said, standing back from the tent to view his handiwork.

Dean stood and gave the tent a critical view. "It's lopsided there, Sam Lloyd Wright."

"Is not." Sam backed up another step and tilted his head. "Oh, well maybe a little."

Dean laughed and moved behind him. "Now, about that old man comment." He spun and swept Sam's legs from him, dumping him in the pine needles that covered the clearing with a grunt. He roared a laugh at the look on his little brother's face.

"Oh that's it." Sam climbed back to his feet and dropped into a combat stance with a challenging grin.

"This aint gonna end pretty for you, Sammy." Dean threw his right arm out in a punch only to have it knocked away. He leaned swiftly back out of the way of the foot Sam snapped up at his head. Dean grinned and jumped in as Sam was off balance, tucking his shoulder into his brother's chest and threw him several feet to slide across the ground.

Sam bounced back up with a laugh, brushing needles from his hair and closed with Dean. He tossed another kick and, as he expected, Dean blocked it. Sam reached out with his longer arms; wrapping both hands around Dean's shoulder and returned the favor, tossing him to land at the foot of the tent.

"Oh you sneaky little bastard." Dean chuckled and got to his feet, staying low as Sam neared him to press the advantage. "You're goin' down."

Sam shook his head with a smile and ducked in against Dean, pulling his arm behind him and wrapped him in a hold that was quickly reversed and Sam grunted, weaseling out from the arm around his neck to pull his brother's arm up high, bending him forward. He moved to sweep Dean's legs out from under him and ended up on his back instead.

"Gettin' slow, Sammy." Dean gasped, laughing and narrowly avoided the foot aiming for his midsection. Sam shot to his feet and backed up a step to catch his breath, still grinning.

"Hey, Dean?" Sam shifted his eyes slightly to the right of Dean's shoulder and back. Dean gave him a short nod, raised a brow and Sam gave his own nod.

Dean counted to three in his head and spun as Sam stepped up beside him. Both men drawing flare guns that had been tucked in the back of their pants and fired as one. The Wendigo that had been sneaking up behind them screamed in shock and pain as the flares found their mark and it burned from the inside out, collapsing in a pile of ash and bone beside the campfire.

"Dude, you totally missed its heart." Sam said to Dean with a lopsided grin, lowering the smoking flare gun.

"What? I did not!" Dean slapped his shoulder. "You were like a foot too low. What, you forget they're freakishly tall like you, sasquatch?"

Sam laughed and set the now empty gun beside the campfire. "Knew it was too stupid to resist a noisy camp." He turned, lightning fast, and pulled Dean's left leg up in the air, dumping him on his back and pounced, rolling him over to catch him in a half nelson hold.

"Oh, Sammy you shit!" Dean laughed and surprised himself when he managed to flip Sam's considerable bulk over. Dean dropped an elbow lightly into his stomach, making him grunt and rolled clear. "I win."

"Get out!" Sam rolled to his feet, rubbing his stomach. "I'm not done yet."

Dean chuckled and bent to the campfire. "Yeah but the coffee is." He used the corner of his shirt to pull the metal pot closer. "Go find the cups, genius."

Sam laughed and kicked a spray of pine needles into the back of Dean's head. "Cheater."

"Big brother." Dean brushed the needles from his head and gave a lopsided smirk. "In the job description."

Sam rolled his shoulders out and went to their packs, pulling out the coffee cups and went back. He dropped down to sit beside Dean on the log they'd rolled over earlier and handed him a cup, still smiling and smiled even wider to see the smirk still present on his big brother's face. Dean poured them both a cup and then sat back, head up, to watch the last of the sun's rays sink beyond the mountain across from them through the trees with a contented sigh.

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