Roses in December (Master Post)

Title: Roses in December
Prompt: From the ever-lovely and talented pkwench: Freshman semester at Stanford Sam gets tagged by a car while walking home from work, the library, whatever. His only emergency contact is one Bobby Singer who is attending a "business conference" in New Hampshire. However, he has the number of someone who might be a little closer to Sam and who can probably get there before the boy wakes up. You can totally go permanent injury with that if you like. :) Original prompt can be found here.
Summary: “God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.” J. M. Barrie. (Okay, not exactly a summary. That's what the prompt was for.)
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jess, Bobby, Brady, a whole bunch of OCs. Later pairings are Sam/Jess (non-explicit) and Dean/OFC (consensual, vanilla, and warned for in the appropriate sections)
Wordcount: 7,505 so far
Warnings: Gratuitous leg injury. Amnesia!fic. Both Dean and Jess smoke. A few scenes of het, that are warned for in the appropriate sections. Lots of swearing, and angst. You know, the usual. ;)
Disclaimer: Disclaiming disclaimer disclaims all that ought to be disclaimed. Furthermore, I disclaim.
Neurotic Author's Note: Okay, so I kind of took the prompt and, uh, did something totally different with it. I set it waaay after freshman year, and kind of went with something a little other than permanent injury, although I suppose it could be permanent, but I just don't know yet. So, uh, yeah. There you go. Sorry, pkwench.
Neurotic Author's Note #2: I don't actually know how long this thing is going to be. I'm still playing with it. It might resolve in just one more chapter, maybe five. Or it could get epic on me, I just don't know. My apologies in advance, because I'm not going to be following my usual rule of updating on a daily schedule until the fic is complete. It's going to be sporadic at best. *cringe*

Anyway, this here is the Master Post for the fic. Herein you will find links to all the chapters, as they're posted.


Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14

Roses in December (Master Post)

Title: Roses in December
Prompt: From the ever-lovely and talented pkwench: Freshman semester at Stanford Sam gets tagged by a car while walking home from work, the library, whatever. His only emergency contact is one Bobby Singer who is attending a "business conference" in New Hampshire. However, he has the number of someone who might be a little closer to Sam and who can probably get there before the boy wakes up. You can totally go permanent injury with that if you like. :) Original prompt can be found here.
Summary: “God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.” J. M. Barrie. (Okay, not exactly a summary. That's what the prompt was for.)
Spoilers: This is a Season 1 AU, so none.
Wordcount: 7,505 so far
Warnings: So far? Not much. A bit of bad language. It's tame by my standards. Otherwise, it features smoking!Dean (just because) and gratuitous leg injury. You know, the usual. ;)
Disclaimer: Disclaiming disclaimer disclaims all that ought to be disclaimed. Furthermore, I disclaim.
Neurotic Author's Note: Okay, so I kind of took the prompt and, uh, did something totally different with it. I set it waaay after freshman year, and kind of went with something a little other than permanent injury, although I suppose it could be permanent, but I just don't know yet. So, uh, yeah. There you go. Sorry, pkwench.
Neurotic Author's Note #2: I don't actually know how long this thing is going to be. I'm still playing with it. It might resolve in just one more chapter, maybe five. Or it could get epic on me, I just don't know. My apologies in advance, because I'm not going to be following my usual rule of updating on a daily schedule until the fic is complete. It's going to be sporadic at best. *cringe*

Anyway, this here is the Master Post for the fic. Herein you will find links to all the chapters, as they're posted.


Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10

Cut With Our Own Dust

Written for the Happy Birthday Sammy! comment-fic meme being hosted here at ohsam.
Title: Cut With Our Own Dust
Prompt: From a prompt by the lovely and talented khakigrrl: Burns, tattoos, skin carvings, Enochian symbols... there are a lot of ways to keep demons and angels inside or out of your skin. Sam discovers an intricate symbol that will allow him to wrench back control from Lucifer. Now he just needs someone to carve it into his back. Original prompt can be found here.
Spoilers: Up to 5.18, but really, all of Season 5 is fair game.
Word Count: 2,841
Warnings: Mutilation, lots of blood.
Disclaimer: Let's just say that if they belonged to me, they really wouldn't be in as good physical condition as they are now.
Neurotic Authorial Disclaimer: Umm, so I whipped this up during a night shift, and now I'm having writer's remorse and feeling all angsty about it. I dunno. I loved the prompt, not sure I did it justice. It kind of went differently than how I expected.
Neurotic Authorial Disclaimer #2: As usual, no beta, no revision, no nothing. Read at your own peril. I hereby disclaim any responsibility for psychological scarring that results from reading this fic.
Author's Note: The title is taken from a John Webster quote.


( Cut With Our Own Dust )

Cut With Our Own Dust

Written for the Happy Birthday Sammy! comment-fic meme being hosted here at ohsam.
Title: Cut With Our Own Dust
Prompt: From a prompt by the lovely and talented khakigrrl: Burns, tattoos, skin carvings, Enochian symbols... there are a lot of ways to keep demons and angels inside or out of your skin. Sam discovers an intricate symbol that will allow him to wrench back control from Lucifer. Now he just needs someone to carve it into his back. Original prompt can be found here.
Spoilers: Up to 5.18, but really, all of Season 5 is fair game.
Word Count: 2,841
Warnings: Mutilation, lots of blood.
Disclaimer: Let's just say that if they belonged to me, they really wouldn't be in as good physical condition as they are now.
Neurotic Authorial Disclaimer: Umm, so I whipped this up during a night shift, and now I'm having writer's remorse and feeling all angsty about it. I dunno. I loved the prompt, not sure I did it justice. It kind of went differently than how I expected.
Neurotic Authorial Disclaimer #2: As usual, no beta, no revision, no nothing. Read at your own peril. I hereby disclaim any responsibility for psychological scarring that results from reading this fic.
Author's Note: The title is taken from a John Webster quote.


( Cut With Our Own Dust )