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

[cowboyguy]

It sneaks up on him. It comes out of nowhere. As soon as he wakes up, he's hit with a massive allergy attack.

[sierraplaid]

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FILLED: Vernal Equinox Versus Sam

[sierraplaid]

I plagiarized my own fic (No. 25 of And Then the Sneezing Began) to get me started on this one.

Vernal Equinox Versus Sam

It sneaks up on him.

“huhEXXSHH!”

It comes out of nowhere.

“hIXXSHHoo! Ughhh.”

Dean rolls over in bed to look at Sam. “What’s wrong with you?”

“h-h-hETXCHh!” Sam sniffs and muffles a small fit of tickly coughs into the blankets.

Dean props himself up on an elbow and feels a soft breeze wafting through the motel room, and that’s when he realizes he’s made a mistake.

“ETXCHhew!”

Dean gets out of bed and slides the window shut like he should have done last night, but it’s already too late.

Sam’s tousled head emerges from underneath the covers. “Was that op—hhETXCHh! open all night?”

“Yeah, I forgot.”

Sam buries his face in the blankets again. “hh-h-… HETXCHH! God.”

“Can I get you anything?” Dean asks.

“Breakfast,” Sam mumbles, rolling onto his back and pressing the heels of his hands into his smarting eyes as the sneezing backs off for a minute.

“The seasonal allergies special?”

Sam sniffs and nods.

Dean heads to the bathroom for the antihistamines.

Sam pushes himself upright and sits with his legs bent out in front of him, head bowed, fingers massaging the bridge of his nose and breathing through his mouth. He looks up when Dean rattles the pills at him.

“You should keep these within arm’s reach at all times, starting now,” Dean says, handing them over.

“Don’t normally need them first thi— htchhh! first thing in the morning.”

“Sounds like should get them in you sooner rather than later today.”

Sam does exactly that while Dean goes back to the bathroom for the tissues, then comes back and drops the box on the nightstand.

“Also arm’s reach,” Dean suggests.

Sam sniffles and kneads his sinuses again. He’s so stuffed up already.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just— KXSHhhew! itchy. Ugh, god.”

“You’ve been awake for two minutes. Pace yourself.”

Sam’s eyes flicker shut and he takes a deep hitching breath in. “hhrRXHSHHoo! h-h-h-huhEXXSHH!”

Dean shakes his head and goes to get some coffee started.

“hehXXSHhhoo!”

“I gotta hand it to you.”

Sam sniffles. “What?”

“You’re consistent. First day of spring, every year, like clockwork. No matter where we are, no matter if we’ve lost track of what day it is, we always know when it’s the first day of spring.”

“hhHRUHSHHoo! Ughhh.” Sam sniffs, rubs his fingers against his scratchy throat. “Happy to be of service.”

Dean watches as Sam rips a handful of tissues from the box, then leans back against the pillows as his eyes lose focus again.

“ERRXHhew! …hehTXCHHh! h… huhEXXSSHhew!”

“Sam.”

Sam blows his nose for a second, then ducks into the sleeve of his shirt. “KXSHhhew! haRXSHh!”

“I got the memo, it’s spring, you’re allergic. Knock it off.”

“Sure,” Sam says, breathless. He grabs more tissues. “hhEXXSSHhh!”

Sam blows his nose again. Dean heads to the sink to fill the coffee pot. He comes back and Sam’s sniffling softly, aiming a few coughs into his sleeve.

“You good?” Dean asks.

Sam scrubs a tissue at his nose and drops his head back against the headboard with a sigh. “Yeah, I think so. For now.”

“So, that’s it? I tell you to knock it off and you do?”

“Guess so,” Sam says. He coughs a couple more times.

“Huh,” Dean says. “Should’ve thought of that sooner.”

“Shut up,” Sam says, and then just to stick it to Dean—“huh-CHSHhew!”

“You ready for actual breakfast now?”

Sam presses a knuckle into his forehead, and for a second he looks itchy again, bleary-eyed, like maybe he’s spoken too soon. It’s still the first day of spring, after all. But he sniffles and blows his nose one last time.

“Yeah,” he says. “Breakfast sounds good.”

***

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