notjustsammy: (Cell phone)
"This is Sam. Do your worst."


[Sam or his mun can be contacted by leaving a message to this post]
notjustsammy: (Beer [Ugh])
Metallica gives me a friggen headache // @ WWW and @ SWS



[ooc: Voice re-testing, haven't stretched his feet in awhile!]
notjustsammy: (Sitting [Serious])
6.13. "Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need."
Grey's Anatomy

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] makeoutalright

Sam couldn't help feeling like a big idiot as he got wheeled through the hospital towards some garden or courtyard or the like that existed on the other side to the ward he was saying it. He had the use of his legs! He wasn't an invalid! But apparently it was hospital policy for patients who had been seriously ill to be wheeled out - or around - if they had to be on the move. At first, Sam wasn't even quite sure why he was going anywhere. Ailbe told him he was looking peaky, like he could use some 'fresh air'. Simon, who had been watching a Tomb Raider marathon on the TV, just sniggered when he heard this and earned a Death Glare from Ailbe. It all went over Sam's head, but then, Sam's head wasn't the most reliable of things right now.

He agreed to go with her, though, after her manager said it was fine and even agreed Sam looked like he could use some sun. Sun, fresh air, what the hell was this? Pick on Sam Day? )


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notjustsammy: (On the bed [Hands])
128.2.E. "I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on man unless they act." - G.K. Chesterton

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] drivemystick
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Simon was beginning to wonder just what the fuck he did for his luck to have gone down the shitter like this. As if being in traction and having nurses hanging around left and right, affording very little privacy, some electric fault in his room leading to the defibrillator something or other meant he had to be put into another room with another patient. His protests that he wasn't planning on having a heart attack anytime soon and wouldn't need the electricity went unheard. It was an occupational health and safety issue. Telling them he wasn't an employee, so it didn't matter, didn't work either. So, now here he was, in a double room with another dude. He couldn't even score on a sexy chick with nice tits for a room mate. All he had was a pigeon sitting on the windowsill looking at him funny and about a blink away from giving him a paranoia complex. He only broke his eye contact with the evil bird that he was trying to stare out when the other occupant in the room groaned and started to shift in his bed.

Looking over curiously, Simon eyed the guy for a moment and then raised an eyebrow... )


Word Count | 2,459
notjustsammy: (Bed [Thinking])
28.1.3. "To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world."
- Heather Cortez

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] getinlinebitch
[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS]

Dean Winchester couldn't even count the number of times he'd played FBI Agent in a hospital setting. Usually it was while him and Sam were on a hunt, not while one of them was actually in the hospital. He glanced around, and shuddered. He'd spent way too much time in one as a patient. First was the heart attack, and he really should have died. Second was when he was in that weird ass coma and his Dad sold his soul to get Dean's back... Either way, he hated them. He never wanted to spend any longer amongst the butt revealing gowns, and grumpy doctors any more than he had to.

Only Agent Olsen had gone and got himself hurt while Dean was stuck in Hell. He tucked his fake shield back into the inner pocket of his jacket and followed the sexy brunette nurse to Sam's room. She had one of the finest asses he'd seen since being reborn. She was definitely making the scrubs work for her even if the top wasn't as tight as he'd like. And really, she'd probably just look a lot better naked.

They rounded a corner and Dean was ushered into a room where Sam seemed to be by himself. Score one for their FBI scam. Being an officer of the law seemed to have its perks after all... )

- Ailbe O'Loughlin [[livejournal.com profile] makeoutalright] used with permission. Part of Dean and Sam's Safe in New York City verse


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notjustsammy: (Hangover Central)
"In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. " - Albert Schweitzer

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Most days, Sam actually didn't feel too bad now. The days passed in the hospital, and all seemed to blur together now, but in general, he felt a lot better than when he first woke up. Back then, he was in more pain than not, and he barely even knew who he was. The only constant awareness he had was the nurses helping him. He started to rely on them to know he was even alive. If the nurse's face kept changing, they really must be nurses and not part of the messed up jumble his mind felt like it was. Flashes of images, some good, but most bad. He didn't know what was real. He just knew he was in hospital, with nurses, and Dean wasn't there.

Now he was on the mend, and mostly felt better. Some days, though, it got worse again... )

[livejournal.com profile] makeoutalright used with permission


Word Count | 987
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