Let's hope LJ behaves. ::crosses fingers::
Once again, much love to
geckoholic for making the beautiful, seasonal banner. Thank-youuu for making this whole thing possible. <333 YOU ARE OUR HERO.
A few ground-rules:01. Per your request, we’re having a
winter/holiday themed meme this time around! That means we’re looking for prompts involving Christmas, New Year’s, hypothermic snuggles, boys getting snowed in the middle of a hunt leading to yet more hypothermic snuggles, de-aged!Dean and Santa!Sam, idek. The list is endless, really; as long as the prompts relate even VAGUELY to winter-time, they’re game. We’re not picky. ;D
This being the comm it is, prompts should of course
also include Dean-centric h/c.
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05. Scroll through the comments and when/if you find a prompt you like, write a fic in reply to the comment.
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FAQ:
- Yes, if your fic gets too long for a comment-fic, you can comment with the link to it at your LJ.
- Yes, you can totally post the fics you write for this meme directly to the comm as well.
- Because it bears repeating - yes, art is more than welcome as well as fic.
- As for a timeframe - Themed memes like this one remain open for prompting until we see things starting to slow down. So, awhile! ;) And you’ll know it’s closed for prompting because a mod will tack a big, bolded note that says so at the bottom of this page. In any case, the meme will stay open indefinitely for new comment-fics and comments/feedback.
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Masterlist
ETA: As of Januray 18th, 2012, this meme is closed for leaving new prompts. It is still OPEN, however, (and will be indefinitely) for new comment-fics and comments/feedback, and we’ll keep updating the masterlist as long as people keep writing. ;)➽ This post was compiled by maypoles and is posted under this account for organizational purposes.
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“You up to eating?” asks Sam lightly as he comes in the door. He glances at Dean and, to his credit, doesn’t even let his lips twitch up at the site. Dean is aware that he’s not at his most dignified, with the sheets wrapped around him and his arms tucked underneath his pillow. The fact that he’s shivering, even though he’s also sweating in his heavy clothes, also probably doesn’t help the image.
“Dude.” He meets Sam’s eyes, knowing that his gaze is probably fever-bright. “I’m not even able to taste anything.”
Sam shrugs. “You still need something to eat. You’ll be able to fight the bug a lot faster if you’ve actually got something in your stomach.” He heads over to the kitchenette. It’s been a long time, Dean thinks, since they’ve actually had one of those. He didn’t even realize how long he’s been living off of diner food.
“You don’t need to bother.”
“It’s not a bother. Consider this my Christmas gift to you,” he calls. Dean’s not sure that he wants to know what that means, but before he can even consider pondering it, he finds his heavy eyes closing, and succumbs to the sleep that he’s been craving for so long.
Sam wakes him up maybe ten minutes later, gently shaking his shoulder. “Hey. Get something in your system and then you can nod off, okay?”
He grumbles something unintelligible (he’s not even sure what he was trying to say) and then sits up a little more once he sees the plate that’s resting on the nightstand. Once his head has stopped spinning from the movement he says, “Sam. What’s that?”
“It’s cinnamon toast,” his brother replies. His eyes are large and eager, like they would get when he was young and wanted Dean to tell him how good the A+ on his math test was, or how his drawing of the Impala belonged in a museum somewhere. “Like you used to make me when I was sick.”
“Jesus.” He stares at the slices of bread, feeling something like an appetite grow inside of him. “I don’t even know if I remember how to make that.”
“You taught me,” Sam replies. “White bread, two pieces. Never the ends. Toast them until they’re hot but still soft, then slather them with butter. Add two pinches of sugar for every one of cinnamon. Always.”
“That’s right.” The toast looks delicious, all dripping with streaks of butter melting in the crevices. Dark spots of cinnamon and silvery dots of sugar contrast the golden-brown bread. “Damn. I’d forgotten all about that.”
Sam shrugs. “You made it often enough for me. Sometimes I thought about being sick, just to see if you would make it.”
“Like you could’ve fooled me.”
“That’s why I never tried. Look, it’s not going to be as good as the stuff you made me, but…” Sam lifts his shoulder and smiles haplessly. “Give it a chance? Please?”
Dean swallows past the lump in his throat, the one that’s the size of Kansas now. It shouldn’t make him feel like this, but he can just picture the bread popping out of Bobby’s old-fashion toaster, and god, his head really hurts, and when he shakes it to clear it, the room goes crazy around him.
“Hey.” Sam rests his hand against the back of his neck. “It’s okay. You’ll be fine; it’s only a bug,” and Sam knows damn well that he’s not upset because he’s sick. But Dean is still glad that he’s trying.
“Have a piece?” he offers. Because that’s their ritual, Sam’s way of getting his big brother to stick around without actually asking. Even though Dean never would have left him, no matter how he rolled his eyes at the suggestion. No matter how reluctant he ever acted as he picked up a slice of toast.
“Sure,” Sam says, and his own smile is watery as he picks up the plate and hands one piece to Dean, and then bites into his own. When he’s swallowed the first mouthful, he looks at Dean and says, with a sticky combination of butter, cinnamon, and sugar on his upper lip, “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” he replies, and then he takes a bite of his own piece, and thinks that, even if Bobby is ashes now, even if Cas is….whatever, at least he’s still got Sam. And that’s always been all that he really needs, anyway.