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: Progression (1/1)

[cowboyguy]

Happy birthday, tg! It's shorter than I planned, but I wanted to get it posted before the end of your birthday! :D

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“You sound stuffy,” Sam says after Dean walks into the motel room, giving Sam the rundown on what he’d just learned from an afternoon of interviews with the locals.

“Did you hear adything I just said?” Dean asks, giving Sam an annoyed look as he wriggles out of his suit jacket and tosses it on the back of the chair.

“Yeah, no, I got it,” Sam answers quickly, nodding his head. “Just… are you getting sick or something?”

Dean rolls his eyes and insists, “I’m fine, Sam. You know we’ve got a case to work, right?”

Sam nods and lets it slide, opening up his laptop so he can show his brother the research he dug up on their current vengeful spirit. Dean pulls up a chair next to him, sniffing softly. Sam doesn’t say anything, but the fact is undeniable that there’s a hint of congestion in Dean’s voice.

* * *

Twenty-four hours later, it’s more than just a hint.

“Told you you were getting sick,” Sam says after Dean’s fifth sneeze in a row, one that leaves him patting down his pockets -- and Sam’s (Jeez, Dean! Personal space?) -- for a tissue or a handkerchief or something. After pushing his brother’s grabby hands away, Sam reaches into his pocket and pulls out a spare hanky, handing it over to Dean.

“Shuddup,” Dean mumbles, voice muffled by the fabric around his nose and mouth. He blows his nose sharply and then offers it back to Sam, who shakes his head with a look of disgust.

“Dude, keep it. You’re gonna need it.”

* * *

“HGHSHHHHH! IHSHHHH! Saaaab…” Dean moans after the sneezing finally gives him a brief respite. He wearily presses a new batch of tissues to his nose. They’re rough and irritating on the sensitive skin, but all of Sam’s handkerchiefs have long since become useless.

Sam carries another box of tissues across the room, switching it out for the one Dean has just emptied. “Next time listen to me and wash your hands even if they don’t ‘look dirty’”, Sam advises, fingers bending in air quotes that Dean is too tired and distracted to notice. “Maybe then you wouldn’t be hauling quite so many germs around, just waiting to infect you.”

Dean mumbles a vaguely affirmative-sounding grunt and drags the tissue box into the nest he’s created for himself on the bed. “Yeah, yeah, I ge-uhhh… hhhhuh… huuh’EHHHTSCHHHH! …damb it… HHRCHSHHHHH! ...I ged it. Jusdt say ‘I told you so’ already… add thed baybe go gedt bore tissues?” He looks up at his brother plaintively.

Sam sighs and shakes his head, running a hand through his hair as he grabs the car keys from the nightstand. “I’ll be back in fifteen,” he says, heading for the door.

“Bake sure you… HUHCHSHHHH! ...bake sure you ged a lodt!” Dean calls after him, and then collapses back into the bed.

Re: Fill: Progression (1/1)

[tarotgal]

Oh, I am SO HAPPY I checked email before bed. THANK YOU so much!

Love how Sam can tell just from a few sentences that Dean's coming down sick. Love that Sam carries a handkerchief and Dean tries to help himself to it.
Love Sam's air quotes. Love Dean stuffy talking around sooo many sneezes. Love Sam knowing he was right about everything but still taking care of his brother and going to get him more tissues anyway. Awwwwwwwwww!

Thank you!!!

Re: Fill: Progression (1/1)

[cowboyguy]

Yay! I'm glad you liked it! :)

Re: Fill: Progression (1/1)

[sierraplaid]

Stupendous! I really liked: "Twenty-four hours later, it’s more than just a hint." ALSO: "Jusdt say ‘I told you so’ already… add thed baybe go gedt bore tissues?" heehee, perfect. Sam and Dean are both definitely the say-I-told-you-so-and-then-get-more-tissues type of caretakers for each other, and I love it.