Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Second Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.

Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Second Edition went as brilliantly as the first! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this Fic are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!

Chapter Info: For Lucydolly22 - set in season 2 that contains the trickster and hurt sam. Mostly humour though, i need a good laugh :)

A/N: I've set it post 2x18 cause you know Sam could use a little comic relief at that point. Heh.

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

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Sam groaned and tried again to get his eyes open. Dean. He needed to find Dean. He tried to remember what had happened. It was a blur of still images; The forest, running with his brother, the Chupacabras' red eyes gleaming at them from above. He had a dizzying memory of the thing jumping down, sending him sprawling and thought he remembered watching Dean's legs heading away in chase, calling over his shoulder for Sam to get his ass moving. He squinted his eyes open and raised a shaking hand to his face, something caking his right eye closed. He brushed at it and his hand came away sticky and dark in the moonlight. Blood.

"Oh." He mumbled softly. That explained why his head hurt so much and what he was doing lying up against the rough bark of a tree. He felt something wriggling on his knee and looked down. His eyes widened in surprise. A large, fat caterpillar sat atop his bent knee. A thatch of thick, purple hair waved atop the caterpillar's head and it smiled, actually smiled up at him.

"Hey, Sam." The Caterpillar said cheerfully.

"Holy crap." Sam gasped and wondered just how bad he'd broken his head. He whipped his hand to toss the away. It squealed in surprise as it tumbled off into the darkness. "Ok, Sam. Get it together. Gotta find Dean." He pushed himself up higher on the tree and dropped his head forward on a moan, clutching his hands around it. "Ow." He blinked his eyes back open and flinched as he saw a set of booted feet standing beside him. He tipped his head up, hoping to see Dean.

"You make it damn hard to help you, Sam Winchester."

"You!" Sam glared up in shock at the grinning face of the Trickster. "But…we killed you!"

"Did you?" The Trickster raised his brows and slapped his hands to his chest. "Huh, seems I didn't get the memo. Maybe next time."

"What do you want?" Sam asked, suddenly tired.

"Sam! I'm shocked!" The Trickster knelt next to him and pulled a lollipop from his pocket, sticking it in his mouth. "Can't a friend just stop by to say hi?"

"Friend?" Sam snorted. He tried to push himself up the tree and slid back down with a groan. "Don't have time to screw with you right now." He desperately needed to find his brother. Dean would never have left him lying alone, wounded in a forest on a job unless something had gone very wrong.

"Screw with me." The Trickster shook his head and smiled sadly at him. "Sam, I'm here to help." He took the youngest Winchester's arm and easily pulled him up until he was standing, leaning against the tree. "I said I liked you and your brother. I meant it." His mouth split wide in a grin. "You two'd make decent tricksters of your own. Not often a couple pathetic Hunters get the drop on me!" He slapped a hand to his chest. "Not that I'm calling you pathetic. No, no. For Hunters you and Dean are practically rock stars." He laughed. "Speaking of Dean, don't you think we should go find him?" He took Sam's arm again to help him walk and was shaken off.

"I can manage." Sam said, tight lipped and then stumbled back against the tree.

"No medals for being stubborn, Sam." The Trickster rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let's see, something to help you walk…" He clapped his hands together and Sam suddenly found himself holding a can; a tall cane just the right height for him made out of candy-cane, the red and white swirls slowly spinning along its length.

"Really?" Sam looked over at the Trickster and couldn't help the smirk. "Dean sees me with this I'm never living it down."

The Trickster chuckled and waved his sucker at him. "I dunno. It's a good look." He watched as Sam took a few stumbling steps and finally found his balance with the cane. The deep wound on Sam's head still bled sluggishly down the side of his head. "Hang on." He waved his lollipop and grinned as a bandage of what looked like cotton candy spun itself around Sam's head. "Much better."

"Uh…thanks." Sam said unsure and reached a hand up to the sudden weight he could feel around his head. It felt like an odd sort of bandage, almost sticky. "Do I wanna know what you just stuck on my head?"

"Nope." The Trickster followed Sam's slow, wavering pace and grinned.

"Why are you here?" Sam asked again. "Run out of college kids to torment?"

"I was bored." Trickster shrugged. "Between college kids. Thought I'd check in on my favorite Hunters and what do I find?" He waved a hand at Sam. "The giant with his head caved in and the road warrior missing. How do you two even survive?" He laughed at the disgusted look Sam gave him. "Just observing."

"Yeah well…observe somewhere else." Sam stopped suddenly and looked around at the ground. "Damn!" He only then realized he'd lost his gun somewhere. "You see a rifle anywhere?"

"You seem to have misplaced it." Trickster danced along at his side as Sam moved. "I'll protect you, Sam!" He declared and chuckled.

"You are one strange little man." Sam muttered.

"Watch who you're calling little!" Trickster snapped his fingers and the cane began making rude farting noises each time he pressed it into the ground.

"Oh come on!" Sam stopped and glared at him.

"Never insult a demi-god when he's helping you." Trickster shrugged and grinned. He snapped his fingers again. "Come on or we'll never find him."

Sam watched him warily and then tottered forward again. This time when the candy cane pressed into the ground it blew a raspberry at him and Sam rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to complain and then decided he didn't want to know what the Trickster would do if he did.

"I do love a fast learner." Trickster laughed and went ahead of Sam, testing the air with his sucker before popping it back in his mouth. "This way." He turned left and headed off into the forest.

Sam debated letting him leave and going his own way but, in truth the Trickster really hadn't done anything to harm either of them. He had only attacked Sam and his brother to defend his own life and Sam really couldn't fault him for that. He sighed and shook his head at his own idiocy before turning to follow him into the trees.

"I'm gonna regret this." He muttered as the cane continued to blow raspberries at him. "Somehow I'm gonna regret this."

They trudged through the forest; the Trickster in the lead and Sam haltingly following behind as his head continued to swim thanks to the concussion he was sure he had. He didn't know how long they'd been walking or how long Sam had been hoarsely calling his brother's name and received only silence in return. A sudden snap of fingers in front of his face made him jerk back in surprise. His eyes had closed without him realizing and he was on his knees, head resting against the cane.

"Not a good time for a nap, kiddo." Trickster smirked and tapped Sam's sore head. "Up and at 'em, big guy."

Sam groaned and struggled back to his feet. "You're…irritating."

"It's been said." Trickster shrugged happily. "But only by people who don't know how to have fun." He glanced back at Sam and gave a little bow. "I'm a walkin' talkin' party, Sam."

Sam snorted a laugh and kept up his unsteady pace. "You're something alright." He said softly and wondered again at the merit of trusting the Trickster.

"Oh stop thinking so hard, Sam. It'll just make your head hurt." Trickster waved a hand at him and then stopped. "Uh oh." He vanished suddenly and left Sam standing alone.

"What…hello?" Sam looked around and saw no sign of him. "Great. Real helpful!" He said to the trees and started moving again. He wasn't sure if the Trickster had actually left as his candy cane remained. He shuffled forward, searching the surrounding forest and then froze. A dozen yards or more ahead two bright, red eyes peered at him from behind a screening bush. "Oh crap." He breathed. He had nothing, no weapons, his gun missing. Sam glanced around, tension singing through him and used the only thing he had. He raised his candy cane and waited for the creature to charge. If he was lucky he could knock it cold as it reached him.

He heard a low growl on the night air and then it was coming. The misshapen body of the Chupacabras burst from the bushes and ran headlong at him, drool trailing from its jaw and razor sharp teeth as it came. He reared back with the candy cane and flinched at the sudden bright flash of light. A second later there was a cacophony of noise filling the night and something that resembled a clown shot in from the side to tackle the creature off into the trees. Sam looked around in surprise and found the Trickster nearby lowering a camera with a gleeful grin.

"Now THAT picture is a keeper!" Trickster laughed and the camera poofed away. The image of Sam Winchester, head wrapped in cotton candy with an upraised candy cane for a weapon had just been too much to miss. He filed it away for future use.

"What the hell was that?" Sam waved an arm in the direction the Chupacabras had tumbled away with the clown.

"Precision timed comic relief?" Trickster chuckled. "I said I was here to help. I wouldn't let the big bad beastie eat you. Come on, Sam. Give me some credit."

"Uh huh." Sam cradled his head in his hand for a moment. "Just…can we find Dean now? Please?" He didn't think he had much left in him; the concussion was quickly making him long for sleep.

Trickster threw his arms in the air in exasperation. "Geez you just don't pay attention. At all!" He shook his head. "Gotta do everything. Honestly." He went over to Sam and threw an arm over his shoulders. "One dead Chupacabras cause trust me…that Clown had some skills." He grinned impishly. "And one found older brother." He waved a hand in the direction the creature had come from. "No respect, I tell ya. No respect." He clapped Sam on the shoulder. "Off you go now and don't you worry." He pulled Sam's head down, hugging him close with one arm. "I'll see you crazy kids again." He grinned and vanished.

Sam stumbled with the sudden absence at his side and went to his knees when the candy cane disappeared as well. "Fantastic." He held his pounding head for a moment and then struggled to his feet. He weaved this way and that in the direction the creature had rushing him from. Sam shoved his way through the thicket of bushes and wrapped an arm around the nearest tree as he broke through, using it to hold him up.

"Dean?" He called. His voice was hoarse. Sam cleared his throat and shouted again. "Dean?"

"Sammy?" Dean's voice came to him, sort of hollow and muffled from ahead of him. "Over here!"

Sam followed his brother's voice, relieved to have found him alive. He saw a dark hole in the ground and went to his knees near the edge. He leaned over and found Dean staring up at him in the thin shaft of moonlight that filtered down inside. "How'd you get down there?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I got bored waiting for you to show up. What do you think?" He growled. "Damn Chupacabras led me right at it and uh…I fell in." He stared up at Sam. "What happened to you?" He took in the blood coating the right side of his little brother's face and shirt and then scowled. "And what the hell is that pink crap wrapped around your head?"

"Pink?" Sam raised a hand to the tacky stuff the Trickster had put there and he sighed. "Long story. Come on." Sam lay down and hung his arm down into the hole. He felt Dean take his hand, then his forearm and dug his other hand into the soft turf of the forest floor to keep him in place while Dean climbed out. The effort made his head pound all the harder and he was gasping by the time Dean crawled over him and out, fighting to not give in to the blackness at the edges of his vision.

"Ok kiddo." Dean took Sam's shoulders and rolled him over, pulling him until he was sitting so he could get a look at the head wound that was beginning to worry him. He pressed his fingers into the pink stuff around Sam's head and smirked. "Dude…is this…cotton candy?"

"What?" Sam let his head drop. "Of course it is."

"Ok, what happened to you?" Dean stood and pulled Sam up with him, steadying him when he swayed.

"Trickster. We uh…didn't kill him." Sam told Dean with a rueful grin. "He showed up and, well…he helped me find you. Killed the Chupacabras too."

"Seriously?" Dean might have chalked the story up to the concussion Sam was obviously suffering from but the pink, blood soaked cotton candy around his head lent credence to it. He smirked. "I'm kinda not sorry we didn't get him."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah I know." He swayed again and was grateful when Dean pulled his arm over his shoulders to keep him standing. "Oh, hang on." Dean left him for just a second to recover his rifle lying beside the hole and then slid back under his arm. "Let's get you out of here."

Sam nodded, happy to get somewhere warm and hoped for a pillow though even the front seat of the Impala would feel like a palace to him just then.

Dean jerked in surprise when his phone rang. He handed Sam the rifle and dug the phone out of his pocket. He looked at the display, brows rising up his forehead until he looked slowly up at Sam. "Sammy. You forget to tell me something?" He turned the phone so Sam could see the display and watched the blood drain from his brother's face and then flood back in, reddening his face with anger and embarrassment. In the photo Sam stood, head swaddled in hot pink cotton candy with a giant candy cane raised above his head like a baseball bat while the Chupacabras was being tackled by a maniacally grinning clown in front of him. Dean started to chuckle and then laugh.

"Dude. You look ridiculous!"

"Shut up." Sam waved his hand with the rifle in the air. "I'm gonna kill him."

"I do like his style." Dean said respectfully between wheezes of laughter and carefully saved the image in his phone before tucking it safely away. The disgusted bitch face on Sam's face only made him laugh harder until he was wiping tears from his eyes.

"Jerk." Sam grumbled as they trekked back through the forest toward the car. "You're both jerks." He picked at the cotton candy around his head and rolled his eyes when Dean actually laughed so hard he snorted. "Get a grip."

"I'm tryin' Sammy. I am but…" Dean waved a hand at his head. "I'm only human." He wiped a hand across his face and calmed the laughter a bit down to a constant chuckle. "Oh man I can't wait to show Bobby."

Sam stopped and glared at him. "I will hurt you."

Dean barked a loud laugh. "Not in this condition you won't. Come on." He started them moving again and then jumped when his phone rang a second time. "Popular tonight." He pulled his phone back out and stared before flipping it open. "Hey Bobby."

"One of you idjits wanna explain the picture of Sam someone just sent to me?" Bobby's voice growled through the phone.

Dean lowered it slightly and looked up at his brother, trying and failing to smother the fresh gales of laughter. "I don't…have to tell him. The Trickster sent it to him."

"Son of a bitch!" Sam shouted, using his brother's favorite epithet. He dropped his head in disgust while Dean laughed and he could hear Bobby's tinny voice laughing from the phone as well. "You suck. You all suck." Sam grumbled and thought the Trickster was wise not to show his face just then while he was holding a rifle.

Dean tucked his phone away and carefully took the rifle back from his glowering brother, still laughing. He straightened Sam as he listed to the side again. "Come on, sasquatch. You need a shower." Dean had to look away, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "It's melting into your hair." The inarticulate growling cry of frustration Sam let loose set him off again. "Really do like his style."

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