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Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

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[Two days in and the pain of loss is still fresh as the moment it happened. The moment Kali they took Boyd - his pack, his family. There was a weight that he couldn't explain that crushed him and the hole that hollowed his chest felt as though it had grown and leaving him feeling emptier. And while everyone remained together to discuss their next plan of defense, Derek did what he did best when faced with immense guilt.

He ran.

As selfish as it may have seemed, Derek stayed low under radar to drown himself in self-loathing and regret. He'd already lost Erica just before. Sometime before then, when she and Boyd left ran away search of a safer life, Derek had to admit he wasn't the best alpha, homicidal and psychopath being the only traits separating him from his uncle as the alpha.]

What are you doing here?

[The question that was meant to sound a lot more harsh and acidic instead comes soft, quiet, and obviously hurt. He didn't tell anyone where he was going to hide, not even Sam. He wants to be alone or so he thinks he does. Talking about it won't help, Derek convinces himself. It'll only make it worse...make him deal with the pain.

Derek turns head from the spiral of vendetta marking a wall in the old, abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills to look at Sam, his fingers sliding down the jagged edges of shredded metal.]

[Everyone in the pack felt Boyd's loss, but it was clear that Derek was literally destroyed by it. The few times Sam had tried to speak to the Alpha about it, he was shut down. But he couldn't blame Derek. He was like Dean in a lot of ways, and confronting emotions wasn't a skill either man possessed.

When Derek ran, Sam gave him a few days to be alone. He knew the wolf needed it. But when the fourth day came and there was no sign of him, the hunter was too worried to wait any longer. He'd spoken to Peter- a true testament of his concern, since the younger Winchester has never liked the elder Hale- and gotten several places that the Alpha might be hiding out.

Sam checked every single one, growing more and more worried as each place turned out to be empty. He was thoroughly disheartened by the time he went to the distillery, but that only made the relief more intense when he found Derek.]

I was worried about you.

[Sam knows he has every right to be angry with Derek for leaving them, but now that he can see the Alpha, all he can muster is aching empathy. He's the only one out of the entire pack that can fully understand how Derek feels. He's the only one who's lost as much.]

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You should have stayed with the others.

[He scoffs at first. Anything to send the hunter walking in the other direction and leaving Derek behind. He didn't ask for this. No one was supposed to come looking, they should have given up. He knows who has to blame, but somehow he's more upset with Sam for following Peter's suggestions.]

I don't want you here and I don't need your sympathy, so if you say that you're sorry about what happened...I'll rip your throat out.

[The alpha can't quite control the waver in his voice when speaks, shaking. The wound up emotions and everything left unsaid are making him into a ticking time bomb. He turns back to the spiral, back on Sam as if to dismiss him, but even Derek knows the cold gesture wouldn't be met with the outcome he wanted.]

[Sam isn't surprised or offended by the hostility. He'd fully expected it. But he doesn't let the wolf dismiss him that easily.

He takes several steps toward the Alpha, though there's still some distance between them.]

I'm not here to say I'm sorry, Derek. I know that that does nothing. I'm here because you shouldn't be alone.

[Sam sinks to the floor, resting his back against the wall. It's clear he's not going anywhere any time soon, but it's also clear he isn't going to force Derek into talking. At least not yet.]

[Shouting and growling with glowing red eyes probably wouldn't send Sam scurrying off either. Derek manages to withhold his resigned sigh when Sam lowers to the floor. Yeah, he got that message loud and clear, and Derek ought to have expected that.

It's beyond pathetic how he acts, but he's too hurt and broken to care. He lets his fingers trace the last of the marking, wishing more than anything that he had the power to do something. Boyd deserved better than what they did to him. He deserved to be avenged. That's the thing though, Derek's too powerless to do it.

Words go unsaid between the two men for along time before the Alpha finally breaks, Sam doesn't have to draw it out of him.]

You really should go. Everyone around me keeps getting hurt. Every time.

[Call him the Angel of Death, because he's always coming out alive in the end - barely.]

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[Sam's smile is soft, but horribly bitter. It barely looks like an expression Sam is even capable of making.]

Do you have any idea how many times I've said the same exact thing? Look at my life, Derek. Look at my friends. They're all dead. Every last one of them. And most of them...most of them are my fault.

If you've got the same curse I have, I deserve to be taken by it.

[If there's a single person on the planet who can understand how Derek feels right now, it's Sam. The self-loathing had almost destroyed him several times. But he isn't going to let that happen to Derek.]

This is my fault, Sam!

[Derek suddenly spins on his heels so that he was facing Sam, but otherwise stayed where he stood. He doesn't mean to shout, not really, and he definitely isn't trying to measure and see who ranks highest in fucked up lives. It is Sam who can relate the most, who understands the most, and for some reason that unsettles Derek. No one should know what this feels like.]

And don't say that. If you - I can't lose anyone else. I'm not sure I could handle it... I can barely keep myself together now, if you can even call this that...

[It's no secret Derek cares, least of all to Sam. Despite the hunter's belief of being plagued by a curse, Derek sensed something good and heartwarming in him, enough that when the time finally came, he could unload. Although, it still took a bit of coaxing.]

Do you really want to play the blame game? Alright. We can blame Kali. We can blame Ethan and Aiden. We can blame Deucalion. We can even blame Boyd for disobeying an order from his Alpha.

But no matter which way I look at it, Derek, this isn't your fault. You're one man. You can't fight the world.

[Sam stands slowly, crossing the room until he's standing in front of Derek. His touch is gentle as he lays a hand on his cheek.]

Derek, you don't have to stay together. Not here. Not with me. Sometimes the only way to heal is to break first.

It wasn't his fault.

[Derek tries argue back, but it's just way to small of a voice to count for anything. He'd like to think he was lot stronger than this - defenses already damaged, but crumble at that one touch. Looking down between them, Derek leans into the hand, eyes closed and sucking in a deep breath through his mouth.

Boyd was only trying to help, he thinks.]

I killed them the moment I came into their lives, they'd have the average teenage crap to worry about if it weren't for me. I did this to them, Sam, I'm responsible. I can't stop hurting people around me.

[His downcast gaze is wet with tears he tries to hold back and a part of Derek hates Sam for it, a very tiny piece.]

You didn't force them to take the Bite, Derek. You aren't your uncle. You gave every single one of them a choice, and all of them asked for it. Erica could have just as easily been killed by her seizures. Or Isaac by his dad. You made their lives better, Derek, and I won't hear another word against that.

[Sam's voice is so strong compared to Derek's. So sure. He knows what he's saying is the truth, and it makes the words come easily. He'd give anything the end the Alpha's pain, but alleviating the blame will have to do.]

No, I could have done better, I could have--

[He tries to interject and argue, but it's clear by the firmness of Sam's voice that he won't have it. It's a true testament to how close they are; Anyone one else and Derek would be ready to bite their head off...mostly figuratively. A tear finally goes rogue, straying down his face despite himself. Without a second thought, he leans into Sam, hiding his face away against his chest, hands clinging to the back of his shirt.

There was no one there he didn't want to see him weak, it was safe to let it all go with Sam there.]

[Sam wraps his arms around the Alpha, holding him close as he finally breaks down. There's no judgement from Sam. He doesn't consider this weak. Derek needs to heal, and the best way to do that is to lay all his pain out. Sam's proud of him for doing it.

He doesn't say anything. He knows there aren't words to fix the pain. Only time can do that. But there's comfort in the way he holds him.]

[Derek can't remember the last time he's cried, at least not the last time he's cried in front of anyone. The instant he feels arms around him, he can't hold them back any longer, and he stays like that, clinging onto Sam and letting everything out for a long while. He's grateful to the hunter for giving him this moment, even if he'd otherwise try to deny he really needed it.

A while later, Derek finds the courage to look up at the other man, eyes red from crying and all, and nods thank you.]

[Sam gives the wolf a soft, sad smile, gently brushing away the last of the tears. He'd known from personal experience that Derek needed that, and he'd suspected he was the only one capable of getting him to actually do it.]

We all miss you back at the loft, but if you're not ready to come back, I'll tell them I couldn't find you.

[He'll back Derek's play on this, no matter what it is. Now that he's broken, he can truly start to heal. That's all Sam wanted for him.]

[Don't take it the wrong way. Derek can't even bear the thought of facing everyone, not like this, and so he pulls away from Sam's comforting embrace in favor of going to kneel near a corner. His back is turned, though, it's not to dismiss...he just can't do it.]

I'm not ready to go back, yet. I still need time to think.

[He can't deal with more than one person looking at and treating him like he's something so fragile that he'd shatter at the slightest breeze.]

Alright. You have my number. Call me if you need anything.

[And he does mean anything. He turns to go, not wanting to overstay his welcome. He'd already pushed Derek past his limits today. There's no need to press him any more than that. Of course, if the wolf asked him to stay, Sam wouldn't leave. But the hunter is leaving it up to Derek.]

[Derek shuts his eyes at those words, knowing what they meant and what was to follow. He turns again, sits back against the wall to look at Sam, brows creasing gently with parted lips as if to say something. Nothing comes, not until Sam's walking away and the alpha sounds desperate to make him stop.]

Sam. Don't leave me. Please.

[He may not have been totally prepared for the others just yet, but Sam was different. He needed him.]

[Sam turns back to the wolf, part of him immensely relieved that Derek didn't want him to go. He didn't feel right leaving him alone, but he'd been willing to do it if that's what he needed.

Crossing the room, Sam kneels beside Derek, a gentle hand on his shoulder.]

I'll stay as long as you need me to.

[It's a promise, and one Sam intends to keep. He can text Dean later and explain.]

[All Derek can do is nod as he stares across the distillery. He knew Sam would do anything he needed and vice versa and right now what he needed was support, someone to trust. Who better for the role than Sam? Derek reaches up to take the hunter's hand in his own.]

Thanks.

[He squeezes gently then looks down again with a soft sigh.]

I just need someone here to keep me from doing something stupid. I want to kill them for what they did, but I'm just not powerful enough to do it.

[Admitting to his weakness and inability to avenge his fallen pack members hurts more than anything.]

We're going to make them pay, Derek. That much I can promise you. They aren't going to get away with any of the things they've done. But we have to be smart about it, okay? We have to find a way to make sure we've got the upper hand before we try anything. We've lost enough. We're not going to make it worse by being reckless.

[Sam doesn't know how comforting his words are, as they bring no instant relief to the pain. To the immeasurable anger simmering in all of them. But the hunter isn't going to stop until he's found a way to take revenge on the Alphas that had taken so much from his pack.]

I highly doubt playing smart is going to change anything.

[His words are comforting enough, though, they're just not enough to inspire any real confidence, but that could mostly be because Derek's incredibly hard on himself to begin with. There's so much to do and it seems like every time they take a step forward it winds up placing them ten steps back. He feels irrevocably hopeless fighting two losing battles; the Alpha pack and they're still no close to solving the darach problem.]

Maybe not. But playing stupid will get someone killed. I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to lose anyone else. Least of all you.

[And despite the harm they'd done to Derek's pack, the Alphas were clearly after Derek himself. Sam can't even bear to think about what would happen when they finally decided that recruiting him was pointless. He's afraid Deucalion's desire for expanding his pack is the only reason Derek is still alive.]

[He can't help but throw Sam a scowling look, taking that remark as insinuation that Derek had been playing stupid before now. He rolls his eyes and shifts against the wall with a huff knowing that Sam had a point, he always did. And yeah, Derek's still fortunate the hunter was on their side and not another.]

You're not and you won't. When we rejoin the others - when I'm ready to - we'll come up with a plan...change our routine. I promise.

Take all the time you need, Derek. Just remember that there's nothing you have to face alone. You've got your pack, your friends, and you've got me.

[Sam settles in more comfortably beside the wolf, back pressed against the walls. He'll sit here as long as he needs to; as long as Derek asks him to. There's nowhere more important for him to be than right here.]

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