Guess what day it is? Comment-fic day!

[ratherastory]

Once again, it's everyone's favourite day in Supernatural: May 2nd! You know what that means, right? Time to hurt Sam! ;)

You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:

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[shangrilada]

FILLED: Managing 1/3

WARNING: self-injury.

Sam has always been...off. Jess called it quirky. John called it weird little kid with a hair ruffle and an eye roll.

Dean calls it Sam, but whatever.

Sam doesn't have a cute nickname for it because it isn't fucking cute when you just want to go to class but you have to make sure the knives are facing the right way or you stay up all night turning the tap water on and off in the bathroom until it stutters the same way it did the first time you ran it. It's not fucking cute when you're fine with doorknobs and handshakes and you'd eat out of a fucking dumpster if you had to, you're NOT the crazy detective on TV, okay, but you have a headache and you can't take a fucking aspirin because what if someone poisoned it?

So it wasn't ever cute, but it was manageable.

Because Sam's a hunter. What was he going to do, cry about it?

Everything was manageable. It just had to be.

**

For the first few days after the psych ward, Dean is just gentle.He bandages up Sam's fucked-up fingernails and

[shangrilada]

FILLED: Managing 2/3

It's three cuts under his elbow and two breathless crying lags while Dean's in the shower where he whispers to himself that he can't remember the last time it wasn't this bad before he realizes that he can.

Because as much as the psych ward sucked, as much as playing ring-around-the-rosey with Lucifer left him tasting blood and bile and sent him spiraling back to the cage, there was something there that he hadn't felt since the wall fell. There was something, something like a rope, something he could grip and pull on and climb and it wasn't easy, of course it wasn't fucking easy, but it was there.Sam Winchester is not an idiot

[shangrilada]

FILLED: Managing 3/3Dean counts out pills, dropping a few of each into the ridiculous little pill-organizer he insisted on stealing from the pharmacy along with the ten orange bottles. He double checks dosages on the internet and Sam knows this isn't the way they're supposed to do this, but they've been to Hell and they just get to do this, okay

[familybizness]

WHAAAT crying at work? NO. I don't cry. Fuck off about it.

[shangrilada]

<3

[ladykorana]

Just found this. Gah, so amazing!

[shangrilada]

thank you!

[tarotgal]

Brilliant, this. Whatever was left of my heart after ephemerall's comment-meme fic ripped it out and stomped on it has now been broken into pieces. Oh Sam!

"Sammy. Whoa. Sammy."
Then Sam gets a face full of flannel, shoulder, Dean.
"Don't you apologize to me," Dean growls. "Don't you dare do that."
Wibble

I loved him wanting to check the salt lines. And check on Dean. *G*

Love Dean managing the pills and them feeling entitled and... Dean's girly half hour hair-washing sessions. LOL

This was great!

[shangrilada]

thank you!!!! <3

[jillbee7]

How are you so amazing?! Honestly. Dean calling them tools made my heart swell. I wish everyone thought of them as tools, and of mental illness as a physiological disease. Why are people ok with needing insulin or thyroid hormone but not some extra serotonin?

/end rant

anyway, I loved it <3

[shangrilada]

dude, I'm with you there. very personal prompt to my heart.

thank you sooo much.

[nblaque_impala]

Just. <3

[shangrilada]

<3

[silver_sandals]

This is amazing. Thank you for this.

[shangrilada]

thank YOU.

[ratherastory]

Gaaah, my heart. ;__;

Saaaaaaaammmm...

But yeah, that's exactly how it is. (And I totally buy that Sam's never been 100% ever, not in his whole life, poor little OCD freak that he is)

And of course Dean would get his little brother whatever tools he wanted. Of course!

(And yay Dean for figuring out that he's allowed to be okay too!)