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 Brielle-W: Hmmm ok I know - and I can't help myself being mean to the boys. I want to see them trapped in a fire (caused by something supernatural) and I want it in the second half of season 6 (what would happen to the wall, since Sam's only memory of hell was fire)
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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Fire was always a problem for Sam, hell it was a problem for him too if he was honest. Seeing two women in their lives burn alive on a ceiling would do that to you but this? This was just that one straw too many for Sam. After his time in the Cage, it didn't surprise Dean that he was stuck huddled on the floor with his six foot four little brother wrapped in his arms, back against his chest while he trembled and cried and tried to keep his freak out to manageable proportions. The fear rushing through Dean right then wasn't just about the fire and burning alive, it was more about how many cracks it was going to put in Sam's wall. All that time in hell and he knew damn well fire was a never ending companion downstairs...there was no way Sam wasn't going to have a problem.
"Breathe, Sammy. Come on. Breathe." Dean pulled his back in tighter to his chest. Sam wasn't answering him, his eyes were screwed shut and he flinched every time the fire on the floors above them crackled and spat. "We're gonna be ok but dude you gotta pull it together. Sam." Dean gave him a shake.
"D…Dean." Sam stuttered and shook hard. He felt like Dean's arms were the only things holding him in one piece just then. He could feel something huge tickling at the edges of his mind, something he decided he really did not want to see and it started with the fire.
"Just don't think about it, Sam." Dean held him tighter and looked up at the smoke beginning to seep through the floorboards. The damn Ghoul should never have gotten the drop on them. He cursed himself for the hundredth time for taking his eyes off Sam. He'd only left him for five minutes but it had been long enough; returning to find his brother unconscious, doused in kerosene and the crazed ghoul standing at the door with a lit match and a happy grin. He didn't think he'd ever moved as fast in his life as he had grabbing all six plus feet of Sam and running as the match fell and the Ghoul ran. He'd taken the nearest door and rolled them both down the cellar stairs as the flames ignited behind them. Sam still reeked of the fuel despite the water he'd poured on him from the little sink by the washing machine. "We'll get out of here but you gotta help me, Sammy. Sam?"
Sam gasped as the first hot cinders began to fall from above, drifting lazily down into the cellar and igniting a rush of memories that would have made him scream if he could have gotten a breath into his starved lungs. They came in flashes, assaulting his senses. He felt his skin burn from the inside out. He felt the flesh begin to peel from his bones but the worst part, the part that made him lurch in Dean's grasp and finally sob in a breath for help was the voice; the voice that laughed and laughed through all the remembered screaming in his head.
"Sam!" Dean shook him hard and slapped the side of his face. "Dammit don't you do this again! Sammy!" He wasn't getting through and Sam was seizing again, like the first time and each bone cracking tremor rocked him hard. "Dammit." Dean laid him down gently and ran to the sink, brushing burning embers from his hair. He grabbed the little bucket from the floor beside it and quickly filled it with the coldest water he could manage. If heat was setting him off then maybe the cold would kick him out of it. The bucket full, he left the tap running and turned. Dean poured the water over Sam from head to toe; drenching him then set it in to fill again.
"Sammy?" Dean bent and pulled his head and shoulders up. The tremors were starting to ease and he held him closer. "Come on, Sammy. Come back. Sam!" He shoved sopping hair from Sam's face and out of his eyes and couldn't help the relieved smile that cracked across his face when Sam's eyes fluttered open.
"Dean." Sam gasped and reflexively clamped his hands around his brother's arm, needing the physical anchor.
"You with me, Sam?" Dean leaned over to see into his face better and got a shaky nod. "Good cause this place aint gonna last much longer." He wanted to give Sam all the time he needed to recover but the fire was too far advanced, the roaring of the flames above them was quickly edging toward deafening.
"I'm ok." Sam nodded. "I'm ok. I can do this." He wasn't sure if he was reassuring Dean or himself but it didn't really matter. He groaned as Dean pulled him to his feet and had to hold on to him to stay standing as the floor seemed determined to shift beneath him and his aching body.
"Okay, kiddo." Dean kept hold of his shoulders and steered him toward the back wall. "There's a window up there. We're gonna climb out. You first." Sam started to shake his head and Dean cuffed him lightly. "No way I'm pulling your heavy ass out after me."
Sam smirked and took hold of the window ledge in front of him. He could feel the heat from the ceiling beating down on him and refused to look up, focusing instead on boosting himself through the open space while Dean held it open.
"Move it, Sam." Dean said firmly as the first timbers began to fall into the cellar; crashing in a whirlwind of flaming embers. He watched his brother's feet vanish through the window in a sudden burst of speed. "That's my boy." He stepped back and took a running start, arrowing up and into the window. The fresh air was like a balm on a throat gone sore from breathing in the heated air and he took several grateful gulps as he pulled himself the rest of the way out. "Let's book before the cops get here, Sam." He got to his knees, brushing off his jeans.
"Dean!" Sam's voice came from his left and Dean jerked in shock. The Ghoul had his little brother by the throat and was waving one hand in the air, blood dropping from the fingers. Sam had bitten him to warn his brother.
"Back off, Winchester!" The Ghoul shouted and tilted the hand at Sam's neck so the knife blade glinted in the flickering light of the fire raging only feet away. "I'm going to enjoy eating you." He growled in Sam's ear.
Sam was just done. He held himself rigid in the creature's grasp and decided he'd had enough. He was so close to collapsing in sheer exhaustion, his whole body ached from the seizures he'd no doubt had again and now this thing was using him against his own brother. Maybe it was the new memories of hell dancing around in his brain but he was finished being a puppet.
"Sammy?" Dean said softly, seeing the look that crossed his brother's face and then he was running.
Sam grabbed the hand at his throat and pulled hard, turning into the Ghoul and glared into the face of its last victim. He felt the blade slice cleanly along the side of his throat as he pulled the hand down and forced the blade around. Sam turned the Ghoul's hand and twisted the blade free. He took it as the thing staggered back in surprise and jammed it into the Ghoul's throat.
Dean reached them, taking hold of Sam's shoulder and pulling him back out of the way as the Ghoul gasped around the length of metal lodged in its' neck. "Time to roast, jackass." Dean growled. He bent and wrapped his arms around the creature and used every ounce of strength to throw it into the flaming ruins of the house. He watched the Ghoul tumble into the flames screaming and dusted off his hands before turning to his brother. Sam was on his knees, one hand clamped to the side of his neck. "Shit, Sam what the hell were you thinking?"
Sam smiled weakly. "That I want a…a shower and a bed."
Dean smirked and pulled him up. "Ok, sasquatch. Let's go." He could hear sirens in the distance and got Sam moving. He pried Sam's hand up enough to see the slice. "That's gonna need stitches."
"Awesome." Sam muttered and couldn't stop himself from leaning heavily on Dean. The night was taking its toll.
"I gotcha, buddy." Dean hitched his arm over his shoulders as they staggered away from the house. He wished they hadn't parked a block away as Sam's weight sagged into him. "You alright?"
"Yeah." Sam let his head drop.
"You get another face full of hell?" Dean asked, though he knew the answer already.
"I didn't scratch the wall." Sam said suddenly, lifting his head to see Dean's face. "I swear man, I didn't." There was a level of desperation in his tone and eyes that begged Dean to believe him.
"Hey, hey, Sammy. I know." Dean squeezed his arm around his waist. "It's ok. You're ok." They reached the Impala and Dean had to drag Sam the last few feet and pour him into the passenger seat. He got them away from the house as the first fire truck rounded the corner and smiled, hoping they wouldn't get it out until the Ghoul had been burned to dust. He glanced over and saw Sam's eyes were glued to the rearview mirror and the flames still leaping into the night sky with a sort of haunted expression on his face. Dean flipped on the air conditioner, cranking it to full and then dropped his hand to back of Sam's neck.
"You still with me?" Dean asked and Sam closed his eyes finally, nodding. He angled his head to be more in front of the vent blowing cool air and smiled softly. Dean smirked and put his attention back on the road. Hell may have had its claws in his little brother's head but no one knew him better than Dean and Hell couldn't have him.
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The End.