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hurt/comfort meme

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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[ If she'd ever wondered if it was possible to get stuck in the middle of no where with someone who has amazing, cosmic powers, she now knows the answer: Yes, it totally is. And it's totally lame. What supernatural allies she could call on all seemed to be out of range, or perhaps they were finding their powers lackluster all of a sudden as well. Regardless, it left them stuck on the side of the road somewhere in Nebraska--which is about as exciting as it sounds--in a stolen sedan that's out of gas with the next rest stop in thirty miles.

Oh, and no cell service. She's tried that.

Sam gives grating sigh and lets her forehead fall to the steering wheel. A part of her wishes she had told Dean where she was going, but she'd been mad and done with she does best when she wants to distance herself from a problem; literally put distance between her and it. Good job, Winchester. That's worked so well for you before. ]

Dammit.

[Gabriel is keeping it on the download before, not at all bothering to help by whisking the pair of them out of Nebraska. It could be due to the fact he's heard rumour that the Heavenly Host is somehow looking for him again, and that using grace would be a giant red flag to them. Or it could be that he's hoping Sam learns a lesson, mainly to tell Dean where she's going next time. In reality his powers are somehow dampened, but that's not something he'll be sharing with the class, Gabriel idly chewing on some hard candy as he watches the other headbutt the steering wheel.

Yup, that's about he feels. Nebraska of all places in the world. Gabriel is pretty sure there's a place called Buttfuck, Nebraska. And if there isn't, there should be. At least Gabriel can keep the smirk on his face, inherently amused by the entire road trip and it's current outcome.]

Well this is nice.

[ Buttfuck, Nebraska doesn't want to show up on the GPS either, for the record. So a continuous series of bonks of her head on the steering wheel seems like an equally productive thing to do. Well, for about thirty seconds. His response doesn't really help, but when does it ever? Why'd she bring him along again?

Oh right. Dean has Castiel as back up, why not have one too when shit hit the fan? Except shit is moving ridiculously slow and this is just a new level of stupid. With the apocalypse looming over, one of the most mundane troubles to run into would be gas.

The sound of him chewing the hard candy doesn't help either. ]

You think you can eat that more quietly?

[If Nebraska wasn't having a heatwave, Gabriel might have been more inclined to be sympathetic. Now he's just lethargic, feeling lazy as he watches Sam taking it out on the steering wheel. Like that will help. They have two options; walk or wait for a car to pull up. Gabriel even looks in the mirror, eyeing the road and realizing they'd be able to walk to the gas stop and back at least twice before a car went past, let alone one that would pick up two hitchhikers. Hoo boy, effort.

The question itself gets a blank look, Gabriel pointedly chewing the candy as slowly as he can, just to make a point. No, he will not eat it more quietly, but Gabriel will feel sorry for Sam and at least offer the bag for Sam to steal one from.]

Wait or walk?

[ When she's frustrated, usually the last thing she needs is sugar or something to rot her teeth. The look she gives the offered bag says as much, but she takes it for what it is. Yeah, fine, whatever. What else has she got to lose? With another sigh, she reaches into the bag and takes one. Fiddling with the wrapper makes more noise than his chewing.

Wait or walk indeed.

She does the same, checking in the rearview mirror for any sign of oncoming traffic, and then out the side. There really don't seem to be any houses, even farms off in the distance. Is this the one part of Nebraska that isn't overtaken by corn? ]

Walk.

[ No way is she just sitting and baking in this car. Besides, working off some of her annoyance by walking might help a little. She pulls the keys out of the ignition and shoves the door open just as she takes a bite of the candy bar.

A quieter one just to prove a point.

It's hot, it's...too hot to deal with this. She really wishes she was more into skirts because those jeans are going to feel gross after a while. ]

[It isn't the word singular from Sam that drives home just how annoyed she is, nor is it the checking of the road or the look on her face. No, it's the way Sam eats the candy that makes the point- anyone who would willingly deny themselves the pleasure of eating candy without pause obviously has some issues. And okay, Gabriel can understand it. The heat is heavy and thick, almost sticky in it's weight. The walk is going to be gross and neither of them are prepared for it. At least there's a few bottles of water, Gabriel putting them in Sam's bag before getting out of the car wordlessly.

Fuck, that heat is vicious. Gabriel had thought it bad in the car. This? This is just fucking insane. Maybe they ought to rename Buttfuck to Hellfuck, wow. Within moments his jacket is off, tied around his waist as the angel rolls his sleeves up. Guh, whatever has happened just had to kill his powers off too. Gabriel would give everything to have some ice right now, keeping the smirk on his face as he goes to open Sam's door for her with a flourish. Gabriel knows if he freaks out, Sam will freak out, so he'll offer a hand to help the hunter out of the car.]

Welcome to Hellfuck Nebraska tours, I'll be your tour guide for today. We've some exciting shit on our menu today. Road, road, and if we're lucky we might get a tumbleweed or two. And if you keep your eyes peeled you might see the ever elusive Other Human Beings, but pft, they're surely myths.

[ Oppressive is more the word she was going to use, but really, any unpleasant descriptive of the weather would do. She isn't planning on enjoying it even if she could, but really, it's six and one half-dozen of the other at this point. To his credit, she appreciates the effort, however Gabriel-esque it is.

She raises her brows as the display at first as she reaches back to grab her duffle--no way is she leaving her laptop and the rest of her essentials behind--but he manages to a somewhat amused smile out of her, however short-lived it is. ]

I'm gonna guess there's no possibility of a refund?

[ She takes his hand and steps out of the car, closing the driver's side door with her hip as she shoulders the bag. ]

It's not quite what the brochure was advertising.

Refund for what? You got just what you paid for. Except for the crazy chainsaw killers, we're all out of those I'm afraid. We'll see if we can't replace it with some inbred cannibals or something.

[Gabriel just raises his eyebrows back, helping tug Sam out of the car and nothing more. It's going to be one Hell of a walk back to that gas station, but a look forwards says it's even further to the next than the previous. Ugh, it's still hot, Gabriel wondering if they'll even make it.]

Come on then, let's get this done. I ain't looking forwards to dying from heat stroke when I'm still young, but screw it. If I'm gonna evaporate I'm gonna do this shit facing forwards. You coming along for this death march or what?

No...no, I think I'm okay, thanks.

[ Though with their luck, they might as well have cannibals trying to pick them up. She vividly remembers what it had been like to be captured by crazed rednecks with the intent of chasing her about the forest and hunting her down like an animal. Dean had come at just the right time, but she's not expecting it now. Sam had made a pretty good attempt to cover her tracks.

She gives a huff and runs her fingers through her hair, already wishing she'd had something to put it up because the back of her neck is going to feel disgusting after a while. She takes the first few steps on said death march with a bit of a grimace. ]

Can angels die of heatstroke?

[ That would be anti-climatic. ]

[Gabriel wouldn't mind the cannibals chasing them. There's something about running for your life that means that the long, slow crawl to thirty miles speeds past in the blink of an eye. When running from crazies with a flesh craving, thirty miles is a piss in the ocean.

Sadly there are no cannibals, Gabriel giving his best, nonchalant shrug. An expert in body language would see through it, would be able to spot the slight tinge of worry in the angel's devil-may-care expression. Thirty miles is a fucking long stretch, and the heat is already scorching. With only a couple of bottles of water between them, Gabriel knows the chances are already slim and this is before they've gone half a mile.]

A few hours ago I would have laughed and said no. Right now? [Pauses for dramatic affect, quickly making a decision on whether he should lie or tell the truth. Best not to opt on a truth bomb just yet.] Answer would still be no. So don't you go dying of heatstroke on me, I ain't dragging your sorry corpse back to town, okay?

[ They could run for it, she knows that even without the aid of variable predators at their heels. But Sam also knows that would waste a lot of energy right from the get-go. They need a steady pace, one that isn't grueling, and a healthy supply of optimism. Well, two out of three isn't too bad, right?

Sam sends Gabriel a sidelong glance across her shoulder. She's in fairly good shape, being the Winchester sibling who finds it important to stay active and eat healthy regardless of the monsters they go after. (She's admittedly been on a yoga kick recently. Granola and tree poses all the way.) But 30 miles in the heat isn't the same thing as HOT yoga, now is it? ]

That's not part of the plan. [ Lamest way to die, too. She looks behind them, over her shoulder. It's possible a car may pass in the mean time, but they can't count on it.

After a quiet moment, she spares Gabriel another glance. ]

Why'd you come with me?

[ She'd asked in a huff, angry at Dean, and not really expecting agreement. There had to be better ways to spend his time, right? (Ways that hopefully weren't harassing the living.) ]

[Of course it's not part of a Winchester's plan. Gabriel would put good money on Sammy expecting to be able to dropkick Death in the face if it came to it, she's stubborn enough to crawl those last few miles just to spite that old man. He can tell the gas station is taking on some idol status in their minds, something to be reached, obtained and won after a struggle with adversity. Worth it though, the first thing he'll do once they get there is buy a crate of beer. Fuck it, he'll buy two.

The question from Sam gets an eyebrow raise, Gabriel idly rubbing his bare forearms. He can't tell yet if keeping his sleeves up or down is going to work out. On the one hand it's cooler, but on the other hand he'll burn at some point.]

Felt like it. [That and there'd been some altercation between Dean and Sam, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. Sam needed an out, and Gabriel had realized it was best to go with her when the offer was thrown out there, just to make sure Sam didn't do anything stupid as Winchesters were apt to do.] That and I keep thinking of Dean's face when they think of us two, shacked up for the day.

[ The gas station is, indeed, an end goal, but she knows that it's only half-way. If they make it and get the gas, they have to get back to the car, but if they're lucky they might get a ride back. One can only hope. (Maybe Gabriel can show some leg.)

"Felt like it"? But his further explanation gets a small grin despite herself as she turns her gaze outwards. It fades a bit as she thinks, though. Yeah, Dean was just as mad as she was, and maybe a part of her knew that with their history with the archangel, it would be a less than pleasing option. This isn't how she expected to go, though. ]

Might be more than a day.

[ She sighs, reaching back to twist her hair and hold it up to the back of her head. Yeah, definitely needs a clip. This is going to be awful. Maybe ~~they~~ she deserves to suffer a bit. ]

I don't even know what I wanted to do.

[Gabriel hasn't thought that far ahead, as far as the archangel is concerned once they get to the gas station they're sorted. The idea of walking back? Hell, he'd show both legs and some more if it meant getting a ride, and wouldn't even blanch at the idea.

At the sight of the hunter clutching her hair, Gabriel is already digging through his pockets. Just last week he'd been dealing with a hairdresser that had a penchant for smothering people. Lucky for Sam there's at least a hair clip, Gabriel throwing it over without a word. In his other hand is an object so foreign to be seen with the angel that Sam could be forgiven for staring. Not that Gabriel gives a fuck, sliding the alice band into his hair without even a sarcastic comment. Keeps shit out of his eyes, it'll do, and it's not like anyone around will mock anyway; if they do he'll kill them and take their car. Problem solved.]

Oh boy, lucky us, shacked up for more than a day. Glad I didn't miss that, having the best time of our lives and all that, sweetheart. And I don't know what you wanted to do either, I was just meant to follow when you snapped your fingers. Last time I do that, you Winchesters are freaking lethal even when you aren't trying.

Edited (through his pockets lmao) 2014-07-27 20:03 (UTC)

[ Okay, so the hair clip is definitely a surprise. Sam does a double take and, for a moment, hopes that this isn't the result of one of his conquests. (Too many memories mixed up with souvenirs that Dean has smuggled in with their things have tainted her.) But she's in not in a position to be choosy.

Sam takes the clip and puts her hair up in a messy bun, but damn, it helps. Having the air on the back of her neck. But when she glances back at Gabriel.

Snort.

Not that she's judging, but, really? Not the image she'd expect for an archangel. ]

I wasn't--

[ Going on a rampage? No, she feels like she does enough damage without the inspiration of family issues, but that's usually what it comes down to. ]

--I just needed to get out. [ Away. That's how she copes when she's not brimming over with anger. She likes to think that it's a better alternative. ] Guess we're out now, huh?

[ FML. ]

[Laugh it up Winchester, Gabriel knows when you have bangs as banging as his, they need to be pushed back for the safety of all involved. Mainly his eyes though, he doesn't need sweaty hair in his eyes. It's practical, and if someone laughs at him he'll take it, mainly because it means they have a car.

Fate would normally throw a car full of rednecks at him by this point, and the Archangel even pauses to look around as if expecting it. No such (bad) luck.]

You don't gotta preach to me about "getting out". Though you don't really know that phrase, considering once this is over and done with you'll probably go back with some pie, some sorry sounding words, and that'll be it. That's not a bad thing, I suppose.

[Shrugs. Gabriel can understand the theory, but not the practice. He just wishes life was normally that easy, but then now isn't the time for theology and psychology or any kind of word that ends in -ology. Nope, not when they have a stupid amount of footwork to go through.] What was the argument over?

Edited (my god my computer hates me today) 2014-07-27 20:21 (UTC)

[ He's right, and she really hates to admit it. She and Dean butt heads over small things, important things--with what's looming over them, everything starts to seem important after a while. But at the end of the day, they love each other. He's the most important to her, vice versa, for better or for worse (though it feels like worse these days). But Dean doesn't trust her to make the tough calls. She's still twelve in his mind.

Sam keeps her gaze straight ahead, the tension in her mind clear by the way she locks her jaw. She hoists the strap of her duffle up further on her shoulder. She wouldn't say Gabriel is someone she trusts to pour out her heart to--really, is there anyone she would feel comfortable with anymore?--but she did drag him along on this crazy train. He deserves some answers. ]

He doesn't--...we're running out of options. He doesn't want to listen, he doesn't think I can handle it.

[ So maybe her ideas are getting a little crazy, but still. What else can she do? ]

[Oh man, now this is turning into a right therapy session, Gabriel wrinkling his nose slightly at the conversation. He's not a therapist or anyone's sounding board for their world problems. Yet a small part of him knows he won't tell Sam to shut up, will listen and probably say some kind shit in return. Big whoop, he doesn't like seeing a woman upset, sue him.

Annoying big brothers is a trending topic in the world of angels, and Gabriel is pretty sure he owns that freaking hashtag.]

Yeah I know that feeling. I remember when I was sent out to deliver my first message, I think Lucifer and Michael nearly molted every feather they had between them and then some more. It's a big brother thing, they are genetically disposed to be stupid, shove their feet in their mouths and act like utter morons.

[At the end of the day though, Dean was right in a small way to worry. Look at them now, wandering along in the blistering heat, all out of options except for the shuffle towards their rescue in the form of a tin shed and a gas pump. Sheesh it's already feeling warm and they've only been walking ten minutes.]

I'll tell Dean this was my idea, and that you had to drag my sorry ass for the last three miles, uphill. [With that, Gabriel merely holds his hand out, wordlessly asking Sam to hand her bag over.]

[ She doesn't want a therapy session as much as she probably needs one. She loves her brother, she really does, but he sees the world through his own lens. He does his best, but he doesn't listen, he refuses to see Sam as an adult and as someone who has been hunting her whole life as well. As much as he wanted her back in the life with him, he seems reluctant to let her do her job.

And honestly? She's scared as hell. She doesn't want to have to deal with this, with Lucifer, with the apocalypse, but Sam is a realist. She has to accept that it's the shitty lot she's been thrown and if there's someone who is going to take care of it, it's going to be her, even if Dean would like to take care of it himself.

Still, it's strange to hear about angel dynamic as if it's something she can relate to, and it is. ]

I was kind of hoping the Heavenly Host would be the example to follow.

[ So much for that. All her preconceptions about angels had been shattered about two minutes into meeting them. It had been a pretty big downer, but apparently she had demon cooties. Great.

She shakes her head. ]

Nah...I can own up to the fact this was a pretty shitastic idea. [ She offers a short-lived smile, then pauses. Considers it, but she was the one who dragged him out, didn't she? ] It's okay, I got it.

They are the example to follow, that's why your big brother is just as annoying as mine are.

[Not like Gabriel made it easy for any of them, and in all fairness they got on just fine before the arguments between Lucifer and Michael had started. Eeesh, what a trip down memory lane, Gabriel shaking his head to himself. Probably not something Sam wants to hear about, not with the whole apocalypse bullcrap going on. Gabriel knows at this rate, Dean will go bald with stress wondering where his baby sister is, and what that evil trickster is doing. Good.

When the hunter denies him the satchel, Gabriel merely shrugs and carries on with his life. It was the thought that counted.]

No-one needs to own up to anything for someone to see how shitastic this was. But that's okay, if it were up to me we would probably have wound up in Alaska, so I'm not one to talk. Let's do I Spy to pass the time. There's only like, two or three things around here to choose, but we can drag it out until it's painful.

[ Okay, that's fair. Can't argue with that.

Maybe some vindictive part of her wanted Dean to worry, but considering the turn the trip had taken, now she's feeling a little guilty. If anything, she feels like it's Dean she's constantly letting down with his expectations, with how she should be handling things. But she's not sure if there is a way that she could be in line with what he wants and still get the job done. The only options available to them now are shitty and shittier. He hasn't come to accept that yet.

She's assuming, maybe, that he's trying to help in his own way, even though he admits how dull that would be. Sam exhales slowly through her nose, squinting as she looks out at the horizon. ]

Would that count each tumble weed? Because then we'd have options.

[ Wait, is that the sound of a car? ]

[Gabriel watches as Sam seems to be thinking something over. It's always a pain when Winchesters go quiet; it tends to mean they're thinking too much. And when they think too much, things go crazy. It's a fact of life, in the same way the sky is blue and the grass is green, a Winchester can easily fuck things up twenty ways to Sunday because they overthought it.

He's not going to offer a penny for those thoughts, opting to stay well out of it. Spending all that time avoiding a sibling fight between his own relatives, he's not so keen on getting in the middle of a human one. Then again, Gabriel reckons that could be locking the gate after the horse has bolted, since he's now on this Gas Station Crusade too.

Wow, now even Gabriel is over thinking it, the short male wrinkling his nose. That shit must be contagious.]

Tumbleweed counts as one, cause I am not going to walk this distance listening to you on repeat. [Pauses. Wait, is that a car?]

[ Well, that limits her options to about three whole objects. Not that she has any vested interest in this game, maybe she just wants to dwell on how bleak and desolate the landscape is. If there was one place in the mid-west you didn't want to visit, Nebraska would probably be number one, and she's seen a lot of it. Nebraska? A whole lot of flat nothing. When was the last time they even passed a tree? ]

I'm not sure if my little eye can spot something that isn't--

[ It really sounds like it. Sam stops, looking over her shoulder and then swinging around entirely when the midday sun reflects off of something moving towards them. It has to be a car, or a vehicle of some sort. It isn't the first time she's had to hitchhike, either ~~get that leg ready, Gabriel~~, so she sticks her thumb out in hopes that they'll take pity on their poor, overheated souls. (Or whatever you would call Gabriel's essence, she's not sure.) ]

[Gabriel could point out a lot of things they could use in I Spy. There's the gravel, dirt, sand and grass. Dry brush, tumbleweeds and oh look a bird! Wait, that's actually a circling vulture, it's probably for the best Gabriel says nothing on the matter. He doesn't need to have a panic on his hands, and even his spirits are ebbing to a new low upon spying the scavenger. Fucking thing, if he could shoot it, it'd be dead and probably eaten by now.]

Holy crap, that didn't take long.

[Of course Gabriel is impressed. Often Fate likes to screw with people before throwing them a bone. This time they've skipped straight to dessert, and even the Archangel knows they have gotten lucky this time. Thank Dad for small mercies at least ~~, and Gabriel would totally tear his shirt off and flash his chest to get that car to stop~~. He lets Sam stick her thumb out for now, feeling too warm to expend much energy. That and it's a well known fact women can get a car to stop way easier than he ever could.]

Try not to get run over, kiddo.

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