Day 9 Fic for Lady Korana

[tarotgal]

Title: Day 9
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: Not my characters. I wish they were mine. I definitely don’t get paid for this.
Summary: Sam gets a harsh dose of reality at the worst possible time.
Notes: Written during my 12 Ficlets in 12 Days in 2014 project for Lady Korana

Link: http://tgsrealm.tarotgal.net/stories/12Ficlets12Days-2014/12in12Day9.html

Whole series: http://tgsrealm.tarotgal.net/stories/12Ficlets12Days-2014/index.html

Again, thanks for putting up with the long wait for this. I actually started it three times before I had something I liked. The first version was Dean, Sam, and Bobby in a hotel like the Shining with SO MUCH PLOT that made no sense, even though you asked for no/little plot. And the second attempt... PLOT. The third time around, I had something I liked much more. I hope you like it too! *HUGS*

Comments

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

I'm finally done with my taxes and free to read fic, yay. Omg so totally worth the wait!

Poor Sammy. If this were an episode, I think it would be about 90% sad Sam puppy eyes. Which would be really pretty, actually. :)

So much miscommunication. Though the flashbacks do a great job of showing how Sam would pile more and more self-recrimination on, even if the current situation isn't his fault. He's desperately in need of some clearly spelled out positive feedback. Too bad these are all guys who don't communicate well. Especially Bobby doesn't seem to get Sam very well, even if he loves him (but Dean's his fave) and you get the impression Sam's psychic thing makes Bobby not fully trust him. Added to his other history of John's disapproval, no wonder Sam felt like he was being judged after a botched hunt. *hugs Sam*. Thank goodness Dean figured it out in the end! *hugs Dean too*

Loved this paragraph So very much:
He had to sneeze. Again. Of course he did. His cold symptoms hadn't stopped all night. Or all day. Or all weekend. “hep!” Sam didn't want to sneeze. Bobby didn't want him to sneeze. Probably, if Dean had been conscious, he wouldn't want Sam to sneeze. But Sam couldn't help it. “heh-eh-ehh-KFSchhhhh!” At all. “heh-ehh-hehYIHSchhhhh!” Sam wanted to curl up, wanted to sleep off this cold. But he couldn't take his hand off Dean. He couldn't let his brother die. Sneezing messily into his upper arm was the only thing he could do. niiiiice!

I loved all the bits about sleeping in the car too. Nesting in the backseat when sick is one of my favorite bits of headcanon, so glad to see it here!

Thanks so much for this fic!

[tarotgal]

Oh YAY! I had such a time writing this, I'm glad what I finally came up with was something you liked :-) And I'm glad you got your taxes done--congrats! :-)

Poor Sammy. If this were an episode, I think it would be about 90% sad Sam puppy eyes. Which would be really pretty, actually. :)
You are so right!!!

I'm glad you thought the flashbacks worked to help you understand why Sam would be blaming himself so much. I love writing weechesters and teenchesters. And once I started with the flashback format, the whole thing just fell into place for me.

Your observation about Bobby not quite getting Sam is so true (though a bit sad and painful to read; poor Sammy).

I love backseat nesting too! *immediately adds to meme prompt list*