The Wingèd Turtle

What Comes After Certainty

Gen, Sam-centric, hell trauma, post series, 18k words

A case too close to home triggers a resurgence of night terrors in Sam - but is that really all they are?

Forsaken, Almost Human

Gen, Soulless Sam, S6, 1.3k words

Sam looks down at the deer in the road and is struck, unbidden, with the knowledge that a younger version of himself would have called it a sorry sight.

Who's a Good Boy?

Gen, Sam centric, 4k words, bunker era, horror

Sometimes Sam wakes from a bad dream and feels Dog licking more than just the tears from his cheeks. 

Or: Sam befriends a doggy :)

Guidelines For Disposal

Gen, Sam & Dean centric, 5k words, S7

Dean fucks up a lot; he knows he does. This isn’t a new problem, but it causes new complications.

Blindly Faithful But Following None

Gen, Sam & Chuck centric, 2k words, OCD and religion, S11

“You know,” says God, in all of His unwashed, scruff-cheeked, bare-legged glory, “You never did pray right.”

If The Hare Has Seven Skins

Sam/Ruby, 10k words, character study, mature, S4

Sam's relationship with demon blood, framed through three Delphic maxims

Tread Softly

Sam/Jess, 11k words, 2 chapters, curse fic, Stanford era/Post 15

When Sam next sees Dean, maybe two or three Saturdays later, his brother tells him that none of this is real.

Reasonable Man

Gen, 4k words, hurt/comfort, Jody & Sam centric, S12

Sam Winchester is standing barefoot in the middle of her backyard. Jody’s starting to feel more than just a little concerned.

Subconscious Massacres

Gen, 3k words, hurt no comfort, Sam & Dean centric, S10

The only reason Sam’s upright instead of collapsed on the floor is because Dean’s got him pinned to the wall, so really, he ought to be grateful. Then again, it was Dean who broke his legs in the first place, so on second thought, maybe not.

Many Noble Mansions

Gen, 5k words, hurt no comfort, body horror, S14

Sam was brought back wrong, but it’s not that big of a deal. There are far more important things to worry about.

Not Meant To Last Forever

Gen, 8k words, Sam centric, Post-series

Sam goes to the grocery store and contemplates food, family, and free will.

Pieces Set To Fall

Gen, 5k words, hurt/comfort, Sam & Dean centric, S7

Sam’s curled up tight in the backseat of a beat-up Dodge Charger, pale-faced and scratched to all hell and looking so fragile it wouldn’t be a surprise if so much as a gust of wind sent him crumbling into dust. But he’s also asleep, and that alone quashes any doubts Dean might have had about bringing him home.

Circles and Momentum

Gen, 3k words, Sam & Dean centric, S14

Dean is afraid of snakes because they’re freaky. Sam is afraid of snakes because he has a history with one.

Where Black Stars Rise

Gen, 15k words, 3 chapters, hurt/comfort, curse fic

Come evening, once everyone else has retired for the night and the bunker has turned still and calm, Sam finds himself laying salt in the doorways. Taking stock of the weapons in the trunk of the Impala. Touching up the various wardings they have hidden around, too. This, he’s aware as he’s doing it, isn’t normal behaviour.

Each Weak Resistance

Gen, 2k words, Sam & Cas centric, S9

It’s been two weeks, and Sam still hasn’t bounced back. He’s beginning to think he never will.

The Way One Knows A Home

Gen, 6k words, Sam & Dean centric, alternating POV, S12

Life on the road means a lot of memories get attached to a lot of different places. These are a few of them, revisited en route to a hunt.

Looking For The Nearest Exit

Gen, 2k words, Sam & Rowena centric, S13

Sam’s not doing so good, Dean makes things worse in trying to make them better, and someone has to let Rowena know that Lucifer is back.

Perfect For Shattering

Gen, 3k words, Sam centric, S11

There’s a dead rat in Sam’s room - the second one this week.

High As A Church, Homely As A House

Gen, 7k words, hurt/comfort, curse fic, Sam & Dean centric

“It could be nothing,” Dean suggests, half-heartedly trying to lighten the mood. Sam’s head is resting heavily in his hands, and Dean is quick to notice how he’s positioning his fingers in a way that avoids the bony outgrowths. “Might just go away by tomorrow. Who knows?”

Sam gives a weak, humourless laugh. “When have we ever been that lucky?”

A Condemnation Of Fate

Gen, 7k words, hurt/comfort, Dean & Sam centric, endverse fic

Dean left that morning with a party of eight and arrives back with only three: himself, Cas, and a stranger dressed in blood-stained white.

Patterns In Repeat

Gen, 9k words, hurt/comfort, Jody & Sam centric, S7