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Head Space by ameliacareful, ~15,800 words.

a witch curses sam leaving him blind, deaf, and bedridden. left with only the inside of his own head and the occasional touch, sam begins to unravel.

I took five sobbing breaks. five. this is ridiculously well-written, the way it kinda breaks down as sam does - impressive af. and sam is just the bravest, sweetest, strongest, my heart almost couldn’t take it. and dean and cas are amazing, love sam so much. i mean, dean fucking asks for sam’s consent trying to cure him!! and also, sooo much affection and brother touching, yay!

WARNING for graphic descriptions of sensory deprivation, torture, insanity, and bad health care.

excerpt:

He was squeezing Dean’s hand so hard but Dean was squeezing back, just as hard. Dean’s hands were strong. Dean tapped. Several times. Something up. Dean pulled out of his hand. A warm blanket across his legs spread so carefully and gently. Another one across the rest of him. Another folded up on his arm, to warm him up for the IV. He couldn’t help but laugh. “You running this ER now?” One tap. ‘Yes.’ Then spelled in his hand. ‘U’ ‘B’ ‘E’ ‘T’

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some wincest fix-it fics  ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

voicemail fix-it:  One Saved Message by ratherastory, ~6,500 words. beautifully in-character h/c goodness with a both emotionally and physically hurt sam and amazing big brother dean. excerpt:  “Sam? Anyone home? You took a hell of a knock there, even for your thick skull to handle. You okay?” Sam's not quite tracking, it's easy enough to tell, but he reaches for Dean a little tentatively. “Thought you were gone,” he says, slurring his words. “Nah, I'm right here, hauling your giant ass out of trouble yet again. You think you can walk if I help you up? You've gotten way too big to carry.”

samulet fix-it:  in this change sought our bliss by de-nugis, ~1,200 words. there’s glitter porn and domesticity and redemption and I’m crying.   excerpt:  He’s worked a pencil under the cast on his leg and he’s scratching with orgasmic grunts of pleasure. “Stop that,” says Sam, taking away the pencil. “You just don’t want me to be happy,” says Dean. “I hunt down your joy,” Sam agrees. “Then I salt and burn it.” He hooks a finger under the edge of the cast and scratches a little, then slides his hand over Dean’s thigh and cups his dick through the thin hospital pants. Dean sighs appreciatively.

demon blood detox fix-it:  stripped down to our skeletons by sxldato, ~2,400 words. lotsa physical affection and care taking and support and we’re truly blessed to have this fic. truly. excerpt: Each time his stomach seized up and had him retching into the metal bucket next to the bed, Dean would be there, holding his head over the rim and telling him things he knew were lies. It’s okay, this’ll pass, you’ll be okay. The one that drew tears from his eyes: I’m here, little brother. I’m not gonna leave you, I promise.

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car wreck verse by checkthemargins, ~16,200 words.

following 5x14, dean leaves sam alone to detox again, treats sam like an leper that kicked his puppy again, blames sam for something that isn’t his fault again, BUT but but then the car flies off a mountainside. obviously, this fic is dean negative af but in a really smart and canon-compliant way, and he redeems himself, yay! thru copious amounts of beautifully written hurt comfort. 

excerpt:

"Dean?" Sam murmurs. Dean swallows back the panic that's pulsing so hard through his veins and looks around at his brother, offering a weak, completely fake smile.

"Yeah."

"Think…Think we might be in trouble, man."

Dean pushes Sam's hair back out of his face again and nods. "Yeah, Sammy," he says. "Might be."

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Maybe we can fix this (we just have to try) by waterbird13, ~6,400 words.

sam goes thru demon blood detox and dean helps him thru it like he fucking well should’ve in canon too, goddamn it. there’s physical affection and soup and medicinal orgasms and fucking communication and understanding and it’s all top-notch h/c and fix-it fic, LOVE IT.

excerpt:

“The angels. They told you that I’m dirty, a freak. They’re right.”

“Hey, Sammy, no—“

“Know you think it too,” Sam whispers. “It’s okay. It’s true. I am dirty. Wrong. But I—I just wanted to do somethin’ good. ‘M sorry, I messed it all up.”

Dean feels tears prick at his eyes, because of course; he knows all Sam ever wanted to do was the right thing. Sam, who stood up for bullied kids and saved puppies, who fights for monster’s rights and has never led a girl on in his life. “S’okay, Sammy,” he whispers against Sam’s temple, and he leaves a soft kiss there before going back to stroking Sam’s hair.

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Mashiach verse by askance and whiskeyandoldspice, ~34,400 words. 

stigmatic sam is dying, slowly, painfully, blissfully. this verse is all about sam’s relationship to faith and how he’s a savior and just how good sam is, to his very core. and also about how much his brother loves him. I cried rivers.

WARNING for major character death and graphic descriptions of torture and pain. 

excerpt:

What can he say? What words will possibly make this right for Dean? He can’t say, this is a miracle. He can’t say, I don’t know why, but somehow—somehow there’s a power up there who has looked at me and said, “I’ve seen you, Sam, I’ve seen the road you’ve been on and the things you’ve given up, and I’ve heard you pray your heart out every day of your life since you first knew how to fold your hands, and I forgive you for the lives you’ve taken and the wrong turns you’ve made, because (somehow, despite everything) you are precious to me, and there is the spark of goodness in you.”

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Anywhere Road by paxlux, ~39,300 words. 

sam and dean are car thieves, not hunters. on the run from the police, and they’re gonna go down together. every sentence feels so important and every paragraph is a poem in and of itself. I got no words, no words. this is best of the best of the best.

excerpt:

He saw himself reflected in the lenses, Dean’s kid brother, look at you now, all grown up and on the lam with a shooting behind you and your next of kin in front of you with your teeth marks on the join of his throat, you’ve gotten the good out of the bad, look at you go.