ohsam | TRIPLE PLAY at OhSam!

Let’s try something a little different for September at

ohsam! We’re calling it the Triple Play Challenge and here’s the deal …

BOOST THE SIGNAL

Step One: Write a three-part prompt.
1.) Pick a setting
2.) Pick an additional character or characters (Sam is assumed, naturally.)
3.) Pick an H/C scenario, with Sam as the focus. Other characters can share the misery, but Sam should get the brunt of it. That's how we roll. :D

You can make as many prompts as your little heart desires, one set per comment, but it would probably work best if kept simple. For instance: 1.) the Impala, 2.) Dean and Garth, 3.) an infected hangnail, or 1.) autumn 2.) Jessica Moore 3.) allergies.

Step Two: Make visual art! Create a drawing, painting, photomanip, or video based around an offered prompt set. All three points must be addressed. The art can be doodled or extravagantly detailed, artist’s choice. And, of course, Sam should be the primary focus of the H/C. Please reply with your art under the prompt you chose, and either put the art beneath a cut or supply a link to it, with appropriate header and warnings! (See sidebar left.) As subject lines are no more, please begin your fills with the word FILLED and a TITLE in BOLD.

Step Three: Authors are invited to write roughly 300 words for the art. (No one’s going to count so if you run a little under, no big deal. And if you’re inspired to write more? Awesome! Go for it.) Again, please reply with your fic under the art you chose, with appropriate header and warnings. (See sidebar left.) As subject lines are no more, please begin your fills with the word FILLED and a TITLE in BOLD.

If more than one author or artist wants to work with the same prompt, have at it! Steps Two and Three can be inverted, however the end game is to complete all three steps, the Triple Play. But hey, follow where the muse leads you. Most of all, have fun … at Sam’s expense. ;)

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quickreaver. THE CREATIVITY, IT DAZZLES. You guys have been great!

FICS
Moving Forward by

center_galaxy
Lost in the Ether by

a_starfish
White Padded Room by

of_nightingales
The Longest Hour by

nwspaprtaxis
Scarlet Thread on His Wrist by

sharktheory
Small Victories by

mentholpixie
Above the Surface by

foolscapper
Hair of the Dog by

monicawoe
Linger by

nblaque_impala
The Grandfather's Paradox by

kettle_o_fish
On the Outskirts of Normal by

rainb0betty
Faces by

weesta
The Soothing Roar by

calypsobard
Paging Dean Winchester by

calypsobard
Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down by

mamapranayama
Fall to Pieces by

disasterifickaz
Twice Shy by

disasterifickaz
New World Order by

nwspaprtaxis
Not This Time by

winchesterpooja
Bruises Prove It's Real by

jacyevans
Above the Surface by

foolscapper
Portal Hypertension by

nwspaprtaxis
Parachute by

nwspaprtaxis
And She Was by

quickreaver
Stupid Kid by

winchesterpooja
Inelligible by

foolscapper
Last Resort by

unzum

ART
-Blood and Snow (sfw) by

amber1960
-Snow! (sfw) by

a_starfish
-Untitled, pre-series (sfw) by

odysseaia
-In the Forest (sfw) by

a_starfish
-Untitled (wee!Sam, stigmata) (sfw) by anonymous
-Bloody and Cold (sfw) by

winchesterpooja
-Alone and Padded Room (sfw) by

reggie11
-Jackalope Attack! (sfw) by

a_starfish

TRIPLE PLAY!
-FIC & ART: Little Boy Blue (sfw) by

reggie11
-FIC & ART: To Bee or Not To Bee (sfw) by

indiachick
-ART (sfw) by

weesta and FIC: Mr. Boddy by

of_nightingales
-ART: Coulrophobia (sfw) by

reggie11 and FIC: Killer Clowns by

tifaching
-ART: Crucified (probably sfw) by

quickreaver and FIC: Heavenly Father by

center_galaxy and yet more FIC: Historically Inaccurate by

balder12
-FIC: Just Be Careful Not To Stray Too Far by

calypsobard, ART: The Weight of It (sfw) by

a_starfish
-ART: Snow! (sfw) by

a_starfish, FIC: Out in the Snow by

calypsobard

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1) cubicle in an ER, alone (Dean's off getting him a soda/coffee from the vending machine)
2) Nurse or Doctor (till Dean shows up, if author wants)
3) After Castiel heals Sam in The Born-Again Identity Sam has lingering issues from being hit by that car

xxx

Inspiration has STRUCK!!!!

Can't wait to see what you come up with :-)
xxx

FILLED: Paging Dean Winchester 1/2

(Sequel lower on this comment page with prompts: on the road, Imapala, Sam Burrito)

They wanted to admit him. Dean had pretty much told the truth about what had happened to Sam. He had been out for a run and was hit by a car. He left out the part about a previous hospital stay as well as the electric shock. There was actually no good way to explain any of that. The doctor explained about broken ribs, scrapes, and serious dehydration. He wanted to keep Sam at a minimum overnight in order for the ribs to set, get him sufficiently hydrated, as well as a serious antibiotic IV. Hopefully with that, the fever would break. Dean signed the requisite papers and one Sam Dresden was on his way to hospital admission.

While the hospital staff worked on procuring a room, Dean sat with Sam. God he hated this. Why the hell couldn’t Sam catch a break? He wished Castiel could have cured everything but he supposed the most important was fixed… he hoped. A part of him still wanted another Lucifer free day, just to be sure. But for now, Sam slept. Even in sleep, his brow furrowed. His floppy dark hair that was spread behind his head contrasted against the paleness of his face and the pale blue of the hospital sheets and gown. Dean made a note to tease Sam about an opened backed gown when he felt better.

It wasn’t too long before Dean felt himself beginning to nod off. He scrubbed his face, stood and stretched. “I’m going to find some crappy coffee,” he told Sam’s seeping form. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Sam had been only vaguely aware of arriving at the hospital and making his best efforts to dissuade Dean from actually going through with it. A half-assed effort was all he could manage. Everything became a blur of movement and a hum of quiet voices. That was followed by unconsciousness which was nice. Eventually he surfaced. He slowly opened his eyes and waited as his mind caught up to his surroundings. He was tucked in a hospital bed and covered by warm blankets. An IV was stuck in one arm and a pressure cuff on the other. Electrodes were stuck to his chest and torso. The room was white and quiet.

There was no Dean.

There was no one.

He knew the quiet never lasted. Any moment now, Lucifer would come crashing in and shatter the peace and quiet. He would never sleep again.

Maybe he actually never had.

He could very well be in the same hospital. Maybe he imagined Dean had come to get him and Castiel had saved him.

What if Lucifer came back?

He found he was having trouble breathing.

Not this time, Sam decided. He began furiously ripping off electrodes and ripping out the IV in order to separate himself from the hospital bed. The pain that ensued barely registered as he struggled. He was ripping off the blood pressure cuff as he stood. He even a managed a step before collapsing onto the floor. It was at that time that two nurses rushed into the room.

“Mr. Dresden what are you doing?” One of them asked as they both bent down beside him.

“I have to get out of here,” Sam replied through wheezing breaths. “Have to go before he comes back.” Sam struggled but in his weakened state it was not enough to overcome the two experienced nurses. “I have to go,” he repeated weakly.

One of the nurses put he hands on Sam’s shoulder. “Mr. Dresden, look at me. You need to settle down before you hurt yourself further. Do you understand me?”

Sam’s eyes still darted about looking for safety and an escape route. The nurse used a finger to lift his eyes to meet her’s. “I need for you to calm down.”

“Where’s my brother? He was here, right?”

FILLED: Paging Dean Winchester 2/2

The nurse looked at the other for confirmation. The other nurse replied, “Your brother brought you in. He just stepped out.” She of course remembered the brother. He had winked at her slyly as he walked in the direction of vending.

“So he was here,” Sam said with obvious relief. He wasn’t alone again. Perhaps Lucifer was also gone for good. He wanted to feel relief but instead he felt himself hyperventilating. One nurse stood and then returned with an oxygen mask she looped over his face.

“OK. Deep breaths, Mr. Dresden,” the nurse urged.

“Hurts,” Sam muttered. He ripped off the oxygen mask as he felt a wave of nausea rush through him. The nurses quickly had a bin in front of him and pushed him toward it.

At that moment, Dean burst back into the room. “Sammy, what the hell?” He yelled in a voice fueled with anger and fear. He sat the coffee on the table and quickly closed the distance to Sam.

Sam was relieved to see his brother there and in the flesh. Once the sickness had passed, he grabbed his arm to assure himself that he was real and not a figment of his imagination.

“Yeah I’m here, Sammy,” Dean said consolingly and ruffled his hair. Maybe they both needed the reassuring contact.

One of the nurses quickly moved in to wipe a cool cloth across Sam’s face.

“I don’t want to stay,” he protested. He was still struggling to regain a steady breathing rhythm.

“Well that is just too damn bad. I am exercising my right as older brother and you’re staying until the doc gives you the OK. I am not playing with a fever and broken ribs.”

Sam looked as if he wanted to protest but the nurse interrupted. “We should get him back in bed. We’ll need to check the ribs again and make sure his great escape attempt did not cause any more damage.”

“You hear that, Sammy? Damage.”

“Shut up, Dean.” But there was hardly any emotion behind it.
That was enough for Dean to realize he made the right decision in insisting Sam stay. He helped one nurse get his gigantor of a brother off of the floor and into the bed. He realized that in the process, the other got a Sam Winchester full moon view.

That nurse cleared her throat and deftly put the oxygen mask into place. “And keep it on for now, Mr. Dresden.”

Dean leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and watched as the ribs were unwrapped, reassessed, and rewrapped before everything was reattached. Before the nurses left, the explained the importance of staying put and elicited a promise that he would.

“And I’ll make sure he does,” Dean added. “Even if have to sit on him.”
As soon as they were gone, Sam removed the oxygen mask. “Sitting on me might be counterproductive,” he said.

Dean left the wall and took the rickety chair by the bed. “So is trying to get out. Wanna tell me what that was about, Sammy?”

Sam felt color that had nothing to do with the fever. He shrugged, closed his eyes, and then sighed. “I was worried you were never really here. I was still at the other hospital and Lucifer would be back any minute.”

Dean gripped his shoulder tight in order to reassure his brother of his presence. “I’m here Sammy. I will be here unless I need to use the can or get coffee. But that’s it, you hear me?”

Sam managed a deep breath and then nodded.

“Ok. Good. Now do what the nurses told you. Stay still, get some rest so you can heal and we can get the hell out of here. And if you’re a good patient, I’ll even dig out a pair of boxers for you.” He couldn’t help but grin slyly as more color rose to Sam’s cheeks.

Sam gave him a sour glare before settling into the warm blankets and again finding sleep. Dean picked up his coffee and settled in to keep his promise
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awesome, thank you so much for filling my prompt. Really loved it. Loved that you linked it to another prompt. :)
xxx

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for your wonderful prompt! Poor Sammy waking up alone

Oh, poor Sam!

This is such a sweet, lovely fic ♥

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