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

[sierraplaid]

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.

[anilkex]

I...ooh, I need to write this...

[sierraplaid]

Oh, that would be incredible. This prompt is actually a sentence in a fic that I've been trying unsuccessfully to write for months now, so I'm happy that the idea may be put to use elsewhere.

FILLED: How'd I Get Here?

[anilkex]

Now...I'll be at a convention for the next 3 days, so writing time will be nil. I wanted to churn one more out before I go, so this is short. BUT...if there's interest in something more drawn out, let me know and I'll add it to my list.

xxxxx

He’s thirsty. The hurts-to-swallow-because-your-throat-is-too-dry kind of thirsty. Dean carefully smacks his lips a little, contemplating getting up for some water. The problem is...he’s comfortable and still kind of asleep.

But he’s thirsty.

Grunting, Dean grips the pillow closer to his face. Or...he tries to grip the pillow, but said pillow is nowhere near him, let alone his head. His fingers slide along a hard surface that he eventually realizes must be a floor.

Why’s he on the floor?

Better yet, how’d he get on the floor?

He slowly peels open his eyes, forehead already wrinkled in confusion, and he stares blearily at the vague outline of some bookshelves...all facing the wrong direction. His eyes are working but his brain is slow to cooperate.

The books are fine. It’s him that’s in the wrong direction.

Dean sniffs as he pulls in his arms, preparing to push himself off the floor, but his breath catches at the last second, and he sneezes without warning, open against the tile. The force collapses him and he’s back down, definitely more awake, and thoroughly confused. Another sneeze rocks him forward, banging his head against the floor.

“Sonofabitch…” he murmurs, rubbing a sore spot on his forehead. His voice is scratchy and he grimaces at the sound. Something isn’t right.

With a soft groan, Dean forces himself to a sitting position, wincing at the ache in his shoulders, hips, and neck.

What the fuck…

Another sneeze catches him off-guard, but he’s able to trap it in the crook of his arm. However, the next one flies free as his balance tips and he needs both hands to steady himself.

“Jesus…”

When Dean reaches up to wipe his nose, he realizes he’s sweating. Not “marathon running” sweat, but a definite sauna type of sweat.

Not good.

It only took two attempts to get to his feet, but now his nose is running and he’s awake enough to know he needs to sneeze again, which sends him teetering as he fumbles for something to hold him up. Although a sturdy piece of furniture is only three steps away, Dean needs six to get there. One hand is pressed under his nose throughout one massive, uneven inhale, while the other blindly gropes for support.

Luckily, by the time his head rears back, he’s leaning against something that most likely won’t let him fall. He violently sneezes once, twice, three times, before sagging against what he hopes is a table.

“Dean?”

Light floods the room. Dean shies away, covering his eyes and coughing roughly.

“What the hell? How’d you get in here? I put you in bed two hours ago.”

Dean blinks up at Sam, mouth open, and offers a half shrug for an answer.

Sam sighs. “Come on. Back to bed.”

Re: FILLED: How'd I Get Here?

[cowboyguy]

Awww, poor Deano! I love that Sam is there to herd him back to bed, and that the "something isn't right" is not actually a scary big bag or anything, but just Dean being sick and confused and feverish. Poor guy! <3

Re: FILLED: How'd I Get Here?

[sierraplaid]

I love it! I definitely was going way darker with my idea for this (which is probably why I couldn't write it, generally having an aversion to writing anything but plotless fix-it fluff). But I love the tone that this has, and I love how in Dean's head the perspective is. And caretaking!Sam at the end is a wonderful resolution. If you want to write more, I'm a more than willing reader! But I don't want to be greedy, so only if you really want to. :)

Re: FILLED: How'd I Get Here?

[missbayliss]

Just magnificent.