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 sammynanci: I would like the season one,and that the brothers are in a hunt of something (monster, spirit, what you want) that he hides in a great cavern (or a place where it finds it hard to them to find the exit) attacks them, Sam is hurt and for one of these wounds it loses the memory Awake when he believes that Dean was the one who enclosed it in this place
(where they remained caught after the assault) It Is Afraid of his brother so Dean will have to come to his heart if it cannot come to his memory to calm it, take care of it and be able to go out the two to except of the place. It can be that Sam also suffers nightmares with Jess or the hunts and this way he
remembers little by little his life and as his brother always it protected it.I would delight that Dean has to be softer and affectionate because Sam does not remember anything and knows that if it does not leave it to attend his wounds and to take care of it it can manage to lose his little brother forever.
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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"I ever mention how much I don't like caves?" Dean asked his brother with a groan as they bent to fit through a small tunnel and heard a light chuckle from ahead of him.
"Dude, you're only worried about the rats." Sam smothered a laugh.
"Don't even joke." Dean gave his brother a shove in the back. "Could always distract myself with clowns, eh Sammy?"
"Eat me." Sam shot back, not amused.
Dean snorted and straightened with a happy sigh when they emerged from the tunnel into a larger cave. "How come evil lizard things can't ever live in comfy high rise apartments?"
"No renters insurance for mutant Crocs." Sam dead-panned and shined his light around the cave while Dean chuckled.
"You're sure about how to gank this thing, right?" Dean stepped ahead of Sam, leaning over a narrow gap in the floor.
"Burn the heart. Straight-forward enough." Sam came up beside him and then jumped easily over the gap. "Of course, we have to get it out first." He smirked and went toward an opening in the cave wall opposite as Dean jumped across with a grunt.
"Why do I suddenly feel like Steve Irwin?" Dean grumbled and ducked under the low hanging stone, following Sam. They emerged in yet another small cave, this one with a meandering, wide stream of water running across the bottom and into the wall to vanish. Dean could faintly hear the soft roar of some waterfall coming from the opening and turned his light the other way in time to see a wet body flash in the light. "Sam!"
Sam turned and grunted as a large, scaled body slammed into him and threw him off his feet into the cold water. He twisted beneath the weight and tried to pull himself out from under it as the water closed over his head.
Dean saw the creature's jaws open with Sam's neck dangerously close beneath and sprinted the distance, crashing into the thing's side. They rolled away from Sam and Dean rolled back to his feet as the thing hissed. "Sam?"
"Yeah." Sam pulled himself to his knees, coughing water and drew his gun. "Damn thing's fast." He watched Dean back up to him, gun drawn. "Got any ideas?"
Dean fired a shot at the massive Croc and groaned as it glanced off the scaled back to hit the stone wall beyond. "How about not get eaten?"
The Croc chose that moment to rush them. Nearly thirty feet long, scales and muscles glistening in the light of their torches it turned at the last second, surprising both men and swiped its tail around in an arc. Sam and Dean were thrown to splash into the water. Dean heard a solid thud and rolled to his knees to see Sam's head sliding from the edge of the rock and his body being sluiced away by the current.
"Sam!" Dean shouted. He lunged to grab Sam's foot as it floated out of reach and then had to duck another swipe of the crocodile's tail. "Dammit!" He raised his gun and fired at the creature's head, aiming for one of the glowing red eyes peering at him and watched in satisfaction as it burst. The Croc screamed in pain and backed away from him. Dean took the opportunity and climbed up on the bank, running along the stream after Sam. "No, no, no!" Dean dove after him as he reached the opening in the cave wall. He fell into the water, wrapped around his little brother's long legs as they were both pulled into the darkness.
The stream deepened almost immediately and Dean pulled and tugged, finally getting Sam's head and shoulders in his arms as he kicked to keep them both afloat. "Sam!" The current picked up speed and the roaring of falling water grew in the confined space of the tunnel. Dean's feet no longer touched the bottom. "Sammy, now'd be a good time to wake the hell up!" He tightened his hold on his brother as they hit the waterfall and his hopes that it wouldn't be too tall were dashed as they were swept over and his flashlight briefly dwindled into blackness below them. "Oh crap."
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Dean thrashed to the surface and burst into the open air with a long gasp, sucking in much needed air. "Sam!" He yelled and waved his flashlight around wildly. He'd lost his grip on Sam as they'd hit the water and now couldn't see him. "No!" Dean dove beneath the dark surface and swam in ever widening circles. He nearly gasped in a mouthful of water when his arm bumped against something soft. He reflexively gripped at the fabric, knowing it was his brother and drove them to the surface.
He'd seen an edge to the underground lake they floated in before and swam furiously for the shore, pulling Sam's boneless body with him. He dragged him up from the water and rolled him onto his back. "Sam?" Dean centered his hands on Sam's lower chest and pressed hard several times. "Oh thank god." He gasped when his brother started coughing gales of water and he rolled him onto his side so he wouldn't choke. "Sammy?" Dean laid him back, sliding a hand beneath his brother's head and frowned when he felt the open gash beneath the shaggy hair and the warm blood flowing over his fingers.
Sam groaned softly, still coughing and slowly got his eyes open. His vision was fuzzy, spinning as much as the ground beneath him was. He was cold, his legs hurt with a burning pain below his knees and the back of his head was a torture as the person leaning over him pressed into him. "No!" Sam shouted and shoved at him.
"Sam? What the hell?" Dean fell back on his butt as his little brother pushed violently at him, his eyes wide and panicked. "Sammy, calm down dude." Dean got back to his knees and grabbed the arms flailing at him. "Sam!"
"Lemme go!" Sam shouted and then had to curl up, cradling his head as the sound of his own voice split through it in a blinding pain.
"Sam." Dean grabbed his shoulders to steady him. "Just take it easy. Damn Croc tried to crack your head open."
"C…Croc?" Sam finally managed as the pounding in his skull lessened slightly. He cracked one eye open and quickly closed it again against the spinning. "Who…who are you?"
Dean jerked as if struck, staring down at his brother. "Ok, if this is a joke it aint funny. Come on, Sam."
Sam jerked in his grasp. "Le'go."
"Knock it off, Sam." Dean glared and gave him a gentle shake.
"Who…the hell…is Sam?"
Dean jerked back again and stared down as his brother rolled away from him. "Okay, you're starting to freak me out here." He watched as Sam used the wall to pull himself shakily to his knees, cradling his head. "Sam…" He reached for him but his brother shied away.
"What'd you do to me?" Sam asked, words slurring. He tried to back away from the man reaching for him but couldn't get off his knees.
Dean swallowed hard as realization sank in; Sam's head wound was more serious than he thought. He scrubbed a hand over his face and bent to pick up his flashlight before moving closer. "Sam? That's your name, alright? Feel the back of your head."
"Wha?" Sam moved his shaking hand and gasped as he felt blood and an open wound on the back of his head. "You…hit me?"
"What? No! You fell, Sam. Cracked your grapefruit on the rock before we got washed over the falls." Dean pointed behind him and saw Sam's eyes widen. "Sammy, you don't remember me? Seriously?" He grinned as his little brother looked at him and sighed when he shook his head. "Great. Dean, okay? My name's Dean and I'm your awesome big brother so how about you calm down and let me get a better look at that head?"
Sam watched him warily and backed away another step when he got closer. "Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy." Dean nodded and tried a smile.
"My…brother." Sam said and dropped his head as pain lanced behind his eyes again. "Ah…god."
Dean caught him as his legs crumpled. "Whoa. Okay, sit down." He lowered Sam gently to the ground and tilted his head onto his shoulder so he could see the wound. "Stay still." Sam fought weakly and Dean tightened his grip. "Man, settle okay? I'm not gonna hurt you."
Sam flinched as the man…Dean…felt along the wound on his head. Sam tried to breathe deeply, to relax. Surely if he was the one who'd hurt him he wouldn't be trying so hard to help him. "Why…can't I 'member m'name?"
Dean pressed the fabric he'd torn from his shirt against Sam's head again, trying to be gentle. "Concussion, Sam. Your eggs are well and truly scrambled." He tried not to consider how long it would take for Sam's memory to return or worse, if the concussion could be slowly killing him while he watched. "Sam?" He felt his brother's weight settle more heavily into him. "No, no, no, Sammy. Stay awake. Hey." Dean gave him a shake and got a short moan. "Stay awake."
Sam groaned and as much as he wanted to sit up on his own, the ever spinning ground beneath him was making his stomach turn dangerously. "Uh…Dean." He said softly. "I gotta…I'm gonna…"
"Crap." Dean was an expert at translating Sammy-speak and concussion or not, he knew what was coming. He turned Sam deftly, supporting his head and got him clear of his lap just in time as Sam began to heave. He rubbed circles on his brother's back, trying to offer him some small comfort as he wretched violently. Finally the heaving trailed off to coughing and Sam groaned, collapsing into him. Dean pushed him back a little to get a look at his pale, sweat-damp face. "We gotta get you out of here. Come on."
"Unh…no." Sam argued weakly as he was pulled up.
"Can't stay here. Sooner or later that Croc's gonna come looking for us." Dean pulled his arm over his shoulders and shined his light around the cave; relieved to see the dark maw of a tunnel nearby. "Just hang on to me." Dean got them moving. It was slow going with Sam leaning heavily on him and sometimes shooting him a wary glance.
"What were we…doing down here?" Sam asked suddenly in the silence as they shuffled along.
"We were…" Dean broke off at the sound of a loud splash in the cavern behind them. "Crap." He pulled Sam down the tunnel faster.
"What?" Sam was fighting the need to puke again, the disorientation of his head spinning and the fear of not being able to remember…anything.
"Just keep moving." Dean ordered and didn't let him stop even as Sam's legs began to drag. He heard the soft sound of claws scraping stone and hoped the tunnel would prove too narrow for the massive creature. He hoped the upturn of the tunnel they followed meant it would eventually lead them out. "Sam. Come on, man." Sam was becoming heavier, head dropped forward between his shoulders and Dean gave him a shake. "No sleeping, tiger. Sam! Dammit." He slowed and lowered Sam so he was sitting against the wall. "Wake up." He slapped his brother's cheeks lightly and trapped his arms when he jerked awake with a gasp.
"Shit." Sam groaned and let his head drop back, grateful when he felt Dean's hand between his skull and the stone at his back.
"You ok?" Dean asked and Sam gave a nod. "Remember me yet?" He asked more hopefully and smiled but Sam only shook his head slowly.
"I was dreaming of…" Sam trailed off and looked up, expression confused. "Um, Lucky Charms."
Dean chuckled and squeezed the back of his neck. "It was your favorite cereal when you were a kid." Dean took his shoulders and got him standing again. "Always had to hide it from you if I wanted a bowl. You were such a pain." He pulled Sam's arm over his shoulders again. "Still are."
Sam shuffled along beside him and mulled over the man beside him. He said his name over and over in his mind, hoping for a spark of recognition but there was only darkness and pain when he tried to make himself remember.
"Easy, Sam." Dean heard his breathing pick up, panting heavy breaths with his eyes shut tight. "Take it easy."
"Wanna r'member." Sam said softly and felt Dean's grip around his shoulders tighten.
"You will." Dean said surely. The tunnel began to widen ahead of them and he stopped. "Okay. You're gonna sit here for a minute while I check out the cave." He set him against the wall and let him slip down so he was sitting. "Don't go anywhere."
Sam watched him go and rested his head carefully against the cold stone, letting his eyes slide closed against the pounding that wouldn't stop. He knew he should stay awake; that sleeping was dangerous though he wasn't sure how he knew that. He couldn't stop himself though and tumbled into another disjointed dream. This time he saw a montage of motel rooms slide behind his eyes. He felt lost but never alone; always a face was waiting beside him and after a while he realized it was the man's; Dean's face he was seeing but much younger. The motel rooms gave way to a car; it was black and sleek and as he looked at it, a word breathed through his mind; home.
"Sam!" Dean shook him and Sam startled awake, staring up at him. "What?" The strange look Sam was giving him was unnerving.
"There's a car." Sam said and frowned, trying to bring it into focus in his mind. "It's our home, isn't it?"
"Dude." Dean said and smiled softly. He pushed Sam's shaggy hair out of his eyes, caught in a rare moment of weakness. "Yeah she is."
"Why do we live in a car?" Sam asked and Dean looked away.
"I uh…I think I'll just let you remember that." Dean pulled him back up and desperately didn't want to explain Hunting and the losses that had led them to where they were. "Think the cave up there is the things hideout or something."
"Nest. Crocodiles have nests." Sam said and looked up in surprise when Dean chuckled.
"You can't remember me or you or anything else but you can remember useless trivia about hungry lizards?" Dean shook his head smiling. "That geek brain of yours just can't help itself."
"They're ambush predators." Sam said as they entered the cave and Dean's light illuminated a mound of leaves and mud near an outlet of water, several tunnels led off the other side of the cave. "Territorial. It'll be nearby. I'm a geek?"
Dean chuckled and eased them across the cave. "Can you hear yourself, college boy?"
Sam smiled and let his head drop again. "God my head hurts."
"How's your vision?" Dean stopped them in front of the three tunnels and tried to decide which to use.
"Fuzzy." Sam said and made himself open his eyes, looking at the dark openings. "Bigger one."
"Huh? Why?" Dean looked down at him.
"Croc needs to get out for food, has to be the one big enough for him." Sam nodded at the tunnel on their far right. "Should lead up…probably."
Dean debated trusting Sam's scrambled brain to choose their route and shrugged. Odds are he was right. He turned them toward the tunnel and kept Sam moving. "No sleeping." He said again and felt Sam jerk and straighten slightly.
"S-sorry." Sam was having definite problems staying awake. The sleep was pulling at him, making his limbs feel leaden.
"Just don't make me carry your sasquatch ass." Dean groaned, hitching Sam higher against his side.
"You always call me that." Sam said softly, voice sounding distant. "Cause your short."
"Hey! I am not short!" Dean gave him a shake. "You're a friggin mutant." Several steps later Dean jerked to a halt in surprise and grabbed Sam's head, turning his face up to him. "Hey! You remember me?"
Sam blinked at him and let his eyes close. "I…uh, no. Just…like flashes."
"Getting closer." Dean grinned but it faded as all Sam's weight landed on him again. "Dammit, not again. Sam!" He knelt, bringing Sam with him and swallowed back the fear that the concussion was going to kill him long before he remembered who he was; who Dean was. "Come on, buddy. You gotta stay awake. Please." He winced at the desperate tone in his own voice. "Sam."
Sam reeled as more memories sifted through his head. Blonde hair drifted across his vision and he followed it, feeling safety. He tumbled into a bed wrapped up in long arms with gentle fingers touching and breathed in her scent as he kissed her; Jess. He felt a bittersweet happiness as he remembered her name and opened his eyes to see her face. He smiled and a flood of happy memories came to him only to fade as she slowly drifted up from him until she lay across the ceiling. "No." Sam whispered, wanting to not see what he knew was coming next. He felt a scream building in his throat as the image of another woman overlaid Jess; both blonde and both holding his heart and he could do nothing but wait.
"Sam?" Dean took his shoulders when he began to shake and pulled him in against his chest when he started to moan and twitch in the grip of some nightmare. "Sammy. Wake up." The moan turned into a cry and Sam jerked up in his arms. "Hey. Hey breathe." Sam trembled against him and tears leaked from his eyes to run down his face. "What is it?"
Sam gasped and choked on a sob. "I remember." He said, breathless and crushed his eyes closed. "Jess. Mom."
"Aw, Sammy." Dean pulled him in and held him while he calmed. "I'm sorry."
"'member you." Sam said with his face pressed into Dean's shoulder and shuddered. "My jerk…big brother."
"Bitch." Dean said sadly and for a brief moment wished that Sam could have just forgotten those particular memories forever. "Come on, we're not outta here yet." He stood, dragging Sam up with him. "You ok?"
Sam nodded and braced his head with his free hand. "Think I have a concussion."
Dean couldn't help it; he laughed. "Okay, Captain Understatement. Let's go." He started them down the tunnel again, or rather up as it was steadily climbing and Dean tried to listen above their breathing and footsteps for any sound the Croc was after them or near.
"We were…we were hunting something." Sam gave his head a gentle shake and moaned. "Shit I can't freakin' thing straight."
"Mutant Crocodile and it's a little pissed." Dean snorted. "Coming back to you?"
Sam shook his head slowly, one hand curved around it as if to hold it together. "Don't remember the…the croc." His head dropped and he tripped, stumbling into Dean.
"No sleeping. We've been over this." Dean said but he was worried. "You're gonna be fine. Just gotta get you out of here."
"Can't…gotta…" Sam stuttered and felt his legs going, unable to stay on his feet as vertigo pulled the floor from under him.
"No, no, no." Dean was pulled down with him and ended with Sam cradled in one arm. He brought the flashlight up and opened Sam's eyes, shining it in them. "Shit." His pupils were reacting, which was good, but not at the same rate, which was bad. "You gotta wake up, Sam." He shook him but got no response and his worry ratcheted up another notch. "Can't believe you're gonna make me carry you." Dean got to his feet, pulling Sam's limp body with him and got him over his shoulders, hoping it wouldn't aggravate the concussion.
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Dean ducked awkwardly beneath a low ceiling in the tunnel. His legs were burning from the uphill climb and carrying Sam who had yet to stir. More worrying was the flickering of his flash light; the batteries were dying and Sam's had been lost who knew where. He picked up his pace, adjusting Sam across his shoulders with a groan.
"Diet, sasquatch." He muttered. "Putting you…on a damn…diet. Holy crap." He emerged from the tunnel into another cave and had to blink against the light streaming in from the far end. "You were right, Sammy." He said with a grin and started across the open stone. A sound of something dragging drew him to his left. Dean spun, raising his gun as his flashlight gave its last and went dark. At the back of the cave, mere feet from where they'd emerged, the giant Crocodile lay waiting. Dean backed slowly toward the exit, trying to get them into the direct sun. The Croc had never attacked in daylight and Sam had theorized it was light sensitive.
He was right again it seemed as the Croc hissed at the light and fled deeper into the caves. "I promise not to tease your research skills for a whole month, kiddo." Dean said on a relieved sigh. He was tempted to go after the thing, stop it from killing any more hikers but concern for his little brother won out over strangers any day of the week. He hitched Sam up and broke into a slow jog, anxious to get out and get help before it was too late.
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Dean sat beside Sam and watched him sleep, anxiety tugging at him. He brushed the shaggy hair off his brother's forehead and let his hand rest in his hair. The hospital was quiet at that early hour. Nurses had attempted to kick him out of the Intensive Care Unit earlier and he'd threatened bodily harm against anyone who tried. He smirked at the disgusted look on the Head Nurse's face. She'd finally relented and left them alone.
"Anytime you wanna wake up, Sammy." Dean said softly. His fingers brushed against the bandage on the back of Sam's head. "You're gonna be pissed. They shaved you a bald spot, dude." Sam had gone into cardiac arrest as they arrived at the Hospital. The Doctors had been forced to drill a small hole in the back of his skull to relieve the pressure on his brain from the bleeding. They said it was a miracle his skull wasn't fractured and another miracle that he'd survived at all.
"I called Dad." Dean told him, wondering if Sam could hear him. "He didn't answer of course." He thought that if their Dad were to walk into the room right then, Dean might hit him for leaving him alone to watch over Sam. He dropped his head to the side of the bed wearily. The Doctors had warned him it could be hours, days or never if Sam woke up. Dean had walked away when they'd started in on brain damage, unwilling to listen and firmly believing that Sam would surprise them all.
"Dean."
"Sam?" Dean jerked his head up as Sam rolled his head under his hand and blinked tired eyes up at him. "Hey, buddy. About time you came back." Dean grinned, couldn't help himself. "How you feeling?"
Sam squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. "Head hurts."
Dean caught the hand that reached for him and gave it a squeeze before setting it back onto the bed. "How's the memory?"
Sam grimaced. "All there I think." He looked up at Dean and managed a smirk. "But how would I know?"
Dean chuckled. "As long as you remember me, we're good. Can't forget your awesome big brother." He quirked his mouth in a crooked smile. "Baldy."
Sam's eyes widened and he shot a hand up to his head, sighing when he felt his hair. "Not funny."
Dean snorted a laugh and took Sam's hand, moving it to the back of his head. "Hate to tell ya, kid."
Sam gasped as he felt the bald patch and bandage on the back of his head. "Crap! Why'd you let them shave me?"
"Aw it's not that bad." Dean settled back into his chair and smiled. "I tried to get them to shave you a Mohawk."
"Jerk." Sam glared up at him and let his hand drop back.
"Whatever, bitch." Dean slapped his arm. "Soon as your head's back in one piece we'll go finish off Wally."
"Wally was a Gator, idiot." Sam rolled his eyes and regretted it as pain lanced through his head.
Dean put his hand back on Sam's head, offering him some comfort from the pain and smiled. "Go back to sleep, Sam. Brutus can wait."
"Also a Gator." Sam said with a soft laugh but didn't open his eyes. "But you kinda look like Madame Medusa in the morning."
"Don't think I won't kick your ass just 'cause your head's broke." Dean warned him with a laugh and sighed in relief when Sam's breathing evened out into sleep.
Dean was so focused on watching Sam, he never saw the dark head pull out of the door or the soft smile on their father's face as he quickly left; assured his boys were safe for one more day.
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The End.