#hurt!sam

[headtraumasam]

sam winchester + strapped down/tied up | supernatural

4x21 "When The Levee Breaks" / 5x11 "Sam, Interrupted" / 3x10 "Dream A Little Dream Of Me" / 7x08 "Season Seven, Time For A Wedding!" / 3x15 "Time Is On My Side" / 7x17 "The Born-Again Identity" / 4x19 "Jump The Shark" / 13x11 "Breakdown"

[whyisitakinkything]

SAM WINCHESTER (+ Concussion) in random scenes 16/?

SUPERNATURAL | S8 EP18 : Freaks and Geeks

[wincestybitch]

Thinking about ahbl and what if Jake, instead of stabbing Sam in the back, actually slit his throat. Sam’s hands go straight to his throat trying to stop the bleeding, he looks at Dean, terror in his eyes as he drops to his knees. Dean’s face goes white when he sees the river of blood coming from his brother’s neck. Dean catches Sam and holds him, putting his hands over Sam’s on his neck, practically choking him. Sam’s blood sprays all over Dean and his clothes. Dean is panicking, he knows there’s nothing he can do as Sam gurgles and chokes on his own blood. Dean tries to reassure Sam, tells him he’s gonna be okay. He’s begging Sam to hold on. No, don’t talk, just try to breathe. Sam starts grabbing at Dean’s jacket, gripping it tight. Sam’s body begins to jerk in Dean’s arms and he lets go of Dean’s jacket. His hand falls to his side and his eyes go blank as his lungs squeeze out one final raspy breath with a side of death rattle. Dean chokes on the blood in his mouth; he tastes the iron in Sam’s blood and stares at his brother in shock.

“Sammy?” He croaks. But Sam doesn’t move. His eyes don’t see. Shock and fear still etched on the expression on his unmoving face. They’re both drenched in blood and Dean is feeling nauseous. He’s in denial. He can’t believe it. “No, Sammy, come on. Look at me. You’re okay. You’re okay,” he says as he pulls his brother closer. “Just wake up. Please, just look at me. Just breathe. You’re okay.” His voice breaks on that last word. He’s mumbling and growing weary with fatigue and shock. He brushes Sam’s hair out of his eyes with his bloody hand, leaving a red streak on Sam’s pale, blood drained face.

Bobby comes back to find Dean holding his brother and rocking, muttering comforting words and desperate pleas to his brother’s corpse as tears roll down his face. Bobby closes Sam’s eyes because Dean can’t bring himself to do it. He knows his brother is gone but he’s not ready to accept it.

Something about it being a much more intimate, bloody, and traumatizing death scene, where Sam is fully aware that he is dying, and he’s fucking terrified and Dean sees it in his eyes and there’s nothing he can do.

[hexedwinchester]

Omg omg omg omg.. hear me out.. i was watching Supernatural S08E05 and it occurred to me how awesome it would have been if in S12E01, the vet that Toni takes Sam to get his bullet wound sutured turned out to be Amelia?! Ughh I can imagine it vividly... toni holding a guy at Amelia.. telling her to get moving on the stitches.. Amelia refusing at first not afraid of being threatened.. so Toni shoots Sam in the other leg. "The next one goes in his pretty head", she threatens. Sam gasping in pain.. Amelia in tears working on Sam, pulling the bullet out.. ughh what a missed opportunity

[samovine]

Why is there such an abundance of top!sam fics? Where in canon does Sam top EVER? Give me MORE possessive obsessive insane top!dean who wants to crawl into bottom! Sam's skin and live inside his body.

[ihavepointysticks]

Red Meat (11x17) my beloved

[caranfindel]

Fic: Take a sad song and make it better

gen, pre-series | about 1300 words | characters: dean winchester, off-screen sam winchester

also on ao3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Mr. Thomas?"

It takes Dean a second to remember that he's Mr. Thomas. "Here!" he says. He stands, stiff and awkward from both the uncomfortable waiting room chair and the beating he took before he ended up in the uncomfortable waiting room chair. "I'm Dean Thomas. Is Sam okay?"

The doctor is young and tired-looking, and she eyes him warily. "You're not Sam's father..."

"I'm his brother. Is he okay?"

"Sam is going to be fine." She looks Dean up and down, and he doesn't know what she's looking for, but he knows he doesn't like it. "Why don't you come with me?"

He eagerly follows her, but she doesn't take him back to the patient area. Instead she leads him to a small office labeled Consultation Room, where Dean freezes. Because if anything screams we need a private place to tell you your brother's dead, it's a room off the ER called "Consultation Room," and if he walks in there, she's going to say it. He stands motionless in the doorway and tries to swallow, but his throat is as dry as the old bones he just burned.

"Sam," he croaks. "You said he was going to be fine."

Luckily, she gets it immediately. "Yes. He is. He's going to be just fine." She puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder and steers him into the room. "I just want to talk to you for a minute." Dean slumps into a more comfortable chair across from a small desk and waits for the awful adrenaline rush of Sam is dead to subside. The doctor - and he doesn't even know her name, which seems unfair, considering that she probably saved Sam's life - takes a seat behind the desk and places her hands on top, nervously drumming with her fingertips. "Are your parents here?"

"Oh, is that what this is about? It's okay. I'm twenty-one." It's a lie, of course, but he's got a pretty good fake ID that will back it up. "Our dad's out of town, but I've got a letter authorizing me to make decisions about Sam's care. I don't have it on me, but I can go get it."

"No, it's not that." She looks him up and down again, and he tries to assess his condition from memory. Jeans - torn and dirty, possibly stained with Sam's blood. Jacket - same. Hands - bruised, blood under the fingernails. Face - possibly scratched, probably not bruised or badly cut.

"So..." she begins tentatively. "Do you and Sam live with your parents?"

"With our dad. Like I said, he's out of town right now, but I've got a letter -"

"No, no, that's fine. That's not. The thing is." She sighs. "Okay. Sam was pretty badly injured, but my biggest concern was the possibility of a spinal injury, and I don't see any evidence of that on his x-rays. All of his injuries should heal with time and treatment. However, he's got several older injuries that I'm concerned about." She leans in and holds eye contact for an uncomfortably long time. Dean sees and raises her on the eye contact, because now he knows where this is going, and he knows his role. "Broken collar bone, both arms broken, multiple rib fractures. When I asked him about them -"

Dean interrupts. "You talked to him? He's conscious?"

"Yes. And when I asked him about his injuries, he said 'I'm clumsy' and then refused to speak further."

Damn. Sam must have really been knocked loopy if he couldn't think of a better story than that. At least he was smart enough not to take it any further.

"Can I see him?"

"Mr. Thomas. You have to understand that these injuries are suspicious. They're not the kind of injuries you get from being clumsy. And the fact that he refuses to discuss them is also potentially indicative of... " She stops and sighs again, clearly uncomfortable with what she has to do, which works in Dean's favor. "And you, yourself, look like you've been... Dean. Are you and you brother safe at home?"

Oh, concerned doctor lady. You have no idea.

"I got banged up finding Sam. When he fell through the floor of that old house, he took a lot of lumber with him. I had move it all to get to him." He has to shove down the memory of running downstairs, calling out to his brother and getting no response, pulling the rotten lumber off him piece by piece and finding him pale and broken underneath. If Sam's hurt that bad, this isn't going to be a sneak-out-at-shift-change situation, this is going to be a smile-and-convince-them-you're-not-being-abused situation, and he's got to concentrate to pull it off.

"Mmm hmm. What about Sam's previous injuries?"

Dean gives her a well-practiced sad little half smile. "It was a car wreck. Sam was in a really bad car wreck in Mexico a few years ago. He almost died."

She narrows her eyes. "And all of his injuries were from a car wreck a few years ago?"

Shit. Of course a recent injury would look different on an x-ray. Which arm did Sam break this year? "Yeah. Like I said, it was really bad. And his right arm wasn't set straight, so he had to get it re-broken and re-set a few months ago. Don't even get me started on Mexican doctors." He sends a silent apology to the doctors of Mexico, who are probably perfectly fine doctors and don't deserved to be badmouthed just because Dean needs an international incident to excuse why the medical records from Sam's horrible car wreck aren't available, and why one of his injuries is fresher than the others.

"So why do you think he didn't tell me about it?"

Might as well go all the way. "Our mom was driving. She didn't make it. Sammy's been pretty messed up since then. Won't even talk about it with me and Dad, let alone you guys."

"I'm sorry," she murmurs, and Dean knows she has taken the bait. Just gotta reel her in.

"He's been acting out a lot lately. Getting into trouble. Dad got this new job offer and thought a change of scenery might do him good, but. Well."

"Oh, is that why he was in the old Buell place?"

Dean affects a touch of confusion. "The Buell place? You mean the house I found him in?"

"Yes. The EMTs said they picked him up there. The local kids say it's haunted. It's a popular hangout for all kinds of troublemakers." She claps a hand over her mouth. "Oh, not that your brother, I mean -"

"No," Dean laughs, "it's okay. He's been kind of a troublemaker since we moved here. He was seeing a counselor back in our hometown, but he hasn't got hooked up with a new one here yet."

"Mmmm, I can help you out there." She rummages through the drawers of the desk until she finds a small box. "Here's some people who specialize in troubled teens" she says, handing Dean a couple of business cards. "I think either of them would be really good for Sam's issues."

Dean smiles brightly and stands up to tuck the cards into his pocket. "That's awesome. Thanks so much. Can I see him now?"

"Of course" As she leads him away, rattling off the list of Sam's new injuries (it's an extensive list that makes him realize she probably did save his life, and Dean feels a pang of guilt for lying to her), he makes a mental note to teach Sam the awesome story of the Mexican car wreck. Life is going to be so much easier when the little shit can pass for eighteen.

[masoena]

Ensnared

An SPN Wincest fic for @swjpbang Love in March 2026 gift exchange and a gift for @morganadw 💖 This fic was a pinch hit and love how this case-fic turned out.

Title: Ensnared

Size: 5.4k words

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Sam Winchester

Key Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Case Fic, Bottom Sam Winchester, Top Dean Winchester, Witches, Explicit Smut, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fluff, Happy Ending

Fic Summary: The hunt is a strange one, potentially just a go-gank-get-outta-there type of hunt until it really isn’t, as Sam and Dean face off against a warlock and a succubus. The fallout is short-term and simultaneously farther reaching than either Winchester imagined

Link to fic: Ao3