tg's annual sneezefic meme (2018)

[tarotgal]

It's April, which means it's once again time for my annual commentfic meme!

Directions:

1. Post prompts. Any fandom (original fic allowed as well) and any pairing, as long as there is potential sneezing involved character. There is no limit to how many prompts you can post.
2. Please warn for anything current that might be potentially spoilery!
3. Prompt posting will be open while there's interest, most likely until this time next year
4. Reply to any prompts you like with art/drabbles/ficlets/fics in parts/links to fics in your blog. The entry must not be friends-locked.
5. Please warn for anything that might be a trigger including something an emetophobe like me might have a problem with.
6. Prompts can have as many fills as people feel like writing. Just because one person has filled a prompt doesn't mean you can't write for that prompt as well. Different spins on the same thing are absolutely welcome!
7. There will be no deadline for fic responses. If you see a prompt you like and want to write it, go ahead!
8. There's no limit to how many you can write either. WRITE THEM ALL!
9. Please feel free to pimp this on any communities and forums you think would be interested in this.
10. You are allowed to repost prompts from previous or other memes. If the prompt belongs to someone else, just give them credit. You're also more than welcome to reprompt your own!
11. My birthday is April 19. I'm just saying...

All right, let the prompting and filling begin! Have fun, everybody!

Fills:

Supernatural

Can I please have good patient Sam? He’s not super sick or out of it or anything, but for whatever reason he’s happy to let Dean take care of him. As chick flick-y as you like.
Find a Place to Make Your Stand by tarotgal

Dean is pretty sure he hadn’t initially gone to sleep in the middle of the floor, but nevertheless, that’s where he is when he wakes up, aching and hot, in a darkened room.
How'd I Get Here? by anilkex

Dean sneezes a bunch in the shower and right after he gets out. Can be a regular occurrence or because he’s got a cold or something. If he catches a flurry of post-shower sneezes in a towel that would be THE best.
Sneezing in the Shower by tarotgal

“Dear god, go blow your nose.”
Biserable by cowboyguy

Five times he ran out of tissues and one time he didn’t.
Five Times Dean Ran Out of Tissues and One Time He Didn’t by tarotgal

Five times it was just allergies and one time it wasn’t.
Four Times it was Allergies and One Time it Wasn't by missbayliss

If anyone feels like playing in my Frayed 'verse, I give you total permission, because Sam is sick and everything is overwhelming and he's seconds away from freaking out constantly and it's just not good, okay?
Frayed Sammy by anilkex

“You sound stuffy.”
Progression by cowboyguy

Sam Wesson’s caught the office crud that’s going around. Dean Smith couldn’t explain why, but all he knows is he just wants to help make him feel better.
It's A Terrible Life (But Soup Might Help) by sexualoddity

When Sam’s sick the only place he can get any sleep is all squished and bundled up in the back seat of the Impala. King-size motel bed? Doesn’t do it. The comfort of his own room? Not happening. The Impala is home, and it’s the only place he wants to be when he feels crummy.
Calling for Help by tarotgal

Comments

Fill: Biserable (1/3)

[cowboyguy]

"Dear god, go blow your nose,” Dean says, sick of his brother’s congested attempts at coherent speech. It’s been four days and Sam’s cold has only gotten worse, not better.

Sam sniffs reflexively, rubbing a hand against his irritated nose, and grumbles, “I’b sorry by cold is sudch ad addoyadce for you.”

“Dude, you can’t even speak properly. You sound miserable. Go blow your nose,” Dean counters, an insistent look on his face that sends Sam trudging back in the direction of his bedroom, one hand dragging idly along the tiled surface of the bunker’s hallway walls.

From his seat at the war room table, Dean can hear the muted sounds of his brother moving around, and then the unmistakable sound of Sam emptying his nose into a handful of tissues. It’s a sound he’s heard far too much the past several days, and yet Sam’s cold shows no signs of letting up.

A few minutes later, Sam shuffles back down the hall and up the couple of stairs into the room, clutching a box of tissues to his chest like a talisman. He lets out a heavy sigh as he collapses into the chair across from Dean and leans forward to rest his head against the tabletop. The tissue box tumbles out of his grasp and onto the table.

“Are you feeling any better than yesterday?” Dean asks, pretty sure he knows what the answer is going to be.

“Ndo,” Sam mutters against the glass, his breath fogging up the lighted surface of the table.

“Sorry, man,” Dean says sympathetically.

Sam lifts his head, and for a moment Dean thinks he’s going to say something else until he gets a look at the expression on his face. Sam’s mouth is hanging open as he sucks in a shaky breath, eyelids fluttering closed in anticipation of what’s about to happen next.

“hhuh…”

“Tissues, dude.”

It’s too late. Sam lurches forward, lifting one arm and letting out a massive sneeze into the crook of his elbow. “hhh’RRRRSCHHH! Ughhh… huuh’AAEHTSCHHH!”

Re: Fill: Biserable (2/3)

[cowboyguy]

Dean gets up from his chair, leaning across the table to put the tissue box right side up again and nudge it closer to his brother. “Sammy. Here,” he says.

Sam squints over in Dean’s direction, sniffling repeatedly as he tries to catch his breath and quell the itch in his sinuses at the same time. He slowly lowers his arm, reaching clumsily out for the box and pulling out a few tissues.

“Thaaah-huh’Kktsxchh! Thagks,” Sam replies quickly before burying his nose in the tissues, trying desperately to relieve some of the never-ending congestion.

“I think maybe you just need to go back to bed,” Dean suggests. “I mean, it’s not like we’ve got a case or anything right now. Take it easy for once.”

Sam sniffles once more into the tissues, wiping his nose with them before he tosses them into the trashcan on the floor by the end of the table. Despite the fact that he really does look exhausted, he shakes his head. “Ndo, I’b tired of sleebidg… I’b so bored jusd layidg there id bed…” he explains.

Dean’s about to protest again, but thinks better of it. After all, there’s really nothing that’s going to help except for time and maybe more cold medicine. The best he can do is try to help Sam be comfortable, wherever that may be. “Alright,” he agrees. “But I think it’s time for another decongestant. Maybe that’ll help a little.” He gets up from his chair again, starting to head across the room and towards the kitchen, where the box of decongestants had been left earlier.

Sam nods tiredly, sniffling as he scrubs a hand across his face. “Yeah, o-oh...okay… hheh--nnngTCHHH! … huh! … ahh…. hh’TSCHH!” Sam gasps for breath between the sneezes and hitching breaths, nose wrinkling as the irritation works its way through his sinuses. “hh’aAH!” he starts, and then the sneeze backs off suddenly. He presses his fingers against his nose, rubbing slowly as he tries to tease it back out.

“Sammy?” Dean says softly, pausing midway across the room. Sam is completely still, apart from the deliberate motion of his hand and the way his nose keeps twitching, forehead furrowed in discomfort at the stubborn sneeze. Dean waits, just to see if there’s anything else he can do to help.

Again, Sam draws in a slow, careful breath, the air rattling around the congestion in his nose and throat. His hand freezes, body tensing, and the sneeze bursts out of him. “HP’TSCHHHHH!” It sounds wet and messy and Sam clamps a hand against his nose and mouth while he fumbles for more tissues. He presses them clumsily to his nose, but the urge to sneeze hasn’t given up yet, and he almost immediately snaps forward with more. “KTSCHHH! hh’NGXTT!” Sam blows his nose after the two sneezes, a wet, honking sound that makes Dean wince in sympathy.

Re: Fill: Biserable (3/3)

[cowboyguy]

As he lowers the soaked tissues, chucking them towards the bin, Sam tries to catch his breath. He manages a few congested-sounding inhalations before Dean sees his eyes widen suddenly. “Oh, ndo…” Sam gasps. “Dot a-- agaid--hh-hh---HH’AESHCHHHH! EHHSHHHH!” The sneezes explode out of him, and he rocks forward with each one, eyes squeezed shut. “HHUH’CHSHHH! hh’GNSHHHH! hh’HEHKSXSHHH!”

Decongestants momentarily forgotten, Dean hurries back over to his brother’s side, pressing a warm hand reassuringly against Sam’s back. He can feel each desperate breath his brother sucks in before a new round of rapidfire sneezes that leaves him shaking under Dean’s touch. “hhh’KXTschhuh! hh’HHTschhh! ehh’hnNTxschHH! De-- Deand---HKSH’SHHHH! ahh’HAETSCHHH! huh… hhh...uhh’HEHHTSCHHUHH!”

The fit leaves him breathless, hunched in on himself, elbows against his knees as he tries to keep himself upright. Dean rips two tissues out of the box, crouching down and pressing them gently to his brother’s streaming nose. “Here you go, buddy,” he murmurs, pinching his fingers around Sam’s sore, irritated nose and wiping away the mess. “It’s okay, just breathe. I gotcha.”

Sam leans forward, resting his head against Dean’s shoulder and letting his brother continue his gentle ministrations. It takes six more tissues and one tired, exhausted blow from Sam before he starts to breathe somewhat normally again. “...thagkyou…” he whispers.

“Anytime,” Dean answers softly, rubbing circles against Sam’s t-shirt clad back. “I just wish you felt better.”

“...mbe too…”

Re: Fill: Biserable (3/3)

[tarotgal]

OMG This ^^^ All of this. You used all the best words and ALL the best sneeze spellings. This is a pure delight. OMG the congestion is just so magical. And I could just imagine Sam's big hands fumbling with tissue after tissue and trying to get that delicious nose of his to cooperate and it just won't. And Dean's just a little frustrated in that irritated way anyone would be listening to that for four days. He just wants it to STOP and obviously so does Sam, but they can't do anything about it. But then he puts his hand on Sam's back and helps him with his nose and it's just MAGICAL. 'Cause big brother Dean can do anything. And Sam's just so exhausted from all this congestion and these thick, heavy sneezes. And then Dean HELPS and UGH this is precious. THIS.

LOVE the reflexive sniff when Dean brings up the sniffling at first. Love Sam headdesking repeatedly because he's just so tired of this (he's even tired of sleeping). Love Dean trying to think of what will help even though he knows only time will really do anything. Love Sam rubbing his fingers against his nose when the sneeze won't come out, so desperate. LOVE LOVE LOVE hheh--nnngTCHHH! … huh! … ahh…. hh’TSCHH! I just... they're so perfect. Love Sam trading the table for Dean, leaning into his brother instead as Dean rubs his back in circles. Oh man, just the simple little images in this are so fantastic and the way you describe them with complex (delicious) details is magical.

One quick layidg that should be lyidg but that's quick to change. Everything else... I mean, it makes me want to give up writing my own stuff and just read it over and over. I'd never have come up with these words. They are so very, very good.

Re: Fill: Biserable (3/3)

[cowboyguy]

Aww, thank you! Glad you liked it! It was such fun -- and so relaxing -- to just spend a couple of hours this afternoon working on this. So glad I finally had a moment to just stop and write for an extended chunk of time, and making Sammy biserable is the best way to do it! :D

I wish I could use my ability to write stories where literally nothing happens and translate that to actual, plot-driven things. But hey, if I did that, then I might not have time to write stuff like this! And these are so much fun. Thank you for the awesome comment -- but please do continue writing your own stuff, too! The world would be a sad place without tg fics. <3

Re: Fill: Biserable (3/3)

[sierraplaid]

!!! Yippee!

A few favorite bits:

"It’s been four days and Sam’s cold has only gotten worse, not better." This is a good sentence. :)

"He lets out a heavy sigh as he collapses into the chair across from Dean and leans forward to rest his head against the tabletop." gahh. Sam <3

This is super believable dialogue, and I love it: “Are you feeling any better than yesterday?” Dean asks, pretty sure he knows what the answer is going to be.
“Ndo.”
<3 <3 Oh, boys.

Also, the end is poifect. Loved this fic from start to finish!

Re: Fill: Biserable (3/3)

[cowboyguy]

Thank you! Glad you liked it! It was tons of fun to write.

Re: Fill: Biserable (3/3)

[anilkex]

...holy shit.

I don't even know what else to say.

It was perfect.

Re: Fill: Biserable (3/3)

[cowboyguy]

*hugs* Thank you!