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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◊ MASTERLIST ◊

ANNOUNCEMENT: Back! I'm playing catch-up now; if I miss anybody, drop me a line:

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

1. Stanford
2. Jess
3. Sam gets what most people would consider a serious injury (i.e. major cut, fractured bone), but most people aren't the Winchesters and haven't grown up dealing with this sort of thing regularly. Jess, understandably, freaks out when her boyfriend shows up covered in blood. Sam has to reassure her he's fine as he patches himself up, even if it does hurt like crazy.

FILLED: bruises prove it's real, 1/2
Five times Jess doesn't ask Sam about his injuries, and one time she does.

1.

She notices him for the first time in their Latin class - hard not to. That shy smile makes her stomach flutter, dimples and shaggy hair, and Christ, the way the words roll off of his tongue...

Tall, mysterious, handsome - all of the qualities her mother warned her about in a man.

When he rolls up his sleeve one morning, there's a bandage along his right forearm, and Jess leans forward in her seat to get a better look. The gauze wraps all the way around, covering the skin halfway between wrist and elbow, and she frowns, because an injury like that must be painful, but Sam glances back and smiles, tapping his pen against his notebook like it's normal, nothing to worry about, just any other day.

"Jesus, Winchester, you get in another fight with a pair of scissors?"

Sam rolls his eyes, lobbing his pen at the back of Brady's head. Brady ducks and laughs, then turns towards her and wiggles his eyebrows. Jess arches an eyebrow, but her heart races.

Brady tilts his head towards Sam and grins.

2.

Sam cancels their fourth date; he tells her he's sick, refusing her offer to check up on him with an offhanded, "I don't want you to catch my germs." She bites her lip, wonders if he's lying, then tells herself she's being paranoid - he does sound off on the phone, voice weary and strangely pained.

When she sees him the next morning across the quad, he looks like death warmed over, pale under the multiple layers he insists on wearing even in the California heat, breathing labored. His left arm is tucked across his ribs, like he's protecting himself.

Jess speed-walks the rest of the way towards him, resting a hand on his trembling shoulder to help him stand.

"Sam, you should be in bed," she admonishes softly, "You're sick."

Sam shrugs her off and shakes his head. "'M fine," he says, but he sways as he tries to take a step forward.

"You can barely stand," she scoffs, slipping her hand gently around his wrist. "Becky's gone for the weekend. Stay with me." Let me take care of you, she wants to say, but she gets the feeling that Sam Winchester always stands on his own two feet. Accepting unspoken help and help freely given - help that could possibly be misconstrued as pity - are two very different things.

Stubborn ass.

Sam bites his lip, staring down at his feet. Eventually, he sags in her grip. "Okay," he whispers, closing his eyes. "Okay."

Jess slides her arm around his waist, under his outer shirt, stilling at the crunch and bunching of bandages under her palm around his ribcage. This isn't just a normal illness, he's hurt. She purses her lips, glancing up at Sam's face, debating on asking him about it - why he's standing in the middle of the quad and not somewhere sensible, like a doctor's office, or a hospital, being treated.

Then, Sam winces, and Jess wraps her other arm around him, slowly guiding him towards the dorm.

Tomorrow, she vows. I'll ask him tomorrow.

She never does.

3.

Sam always sleeps with his back to her, hands under his head, legs slightly curled - as if warding a blow he expects to strike any time, even in the middle of sleep. Jess doesn't begrudge him this, often curls up behind him, one leg between his, buries her head in his shoulder with an arm around his waist, though she does wish he would hold her once in a while.

She watches his back rise and fall, a slight hitch in his breathing telling her he's still awake. The light from the streetlamp just outside of her dorm room window curls around the bed, and she frowns as she catches sight of a scratch on his shoulder she didn't notice before, a long, thin line extending over his shoulder and across half-way to his spine. The scratch runs almost perpendicular to a pink scar on his shoulder blade.

Jess gently traces the scratch with a fingertip, questions stuck on the tip of her tongue. She leans over and traces the scar with her lips, feeling the raised line against her mouth.

Sam groans and turns over, flipping her on to her back with his hands on her hips, and she quickly forgets to ask.

FILLED: bruises prove it's real, 2/2

4.

Sam walks through her door one night with half of his right eyebrow burned away and the hair next to his temple singed at the edges. Jess stares for a moment, then simply raises her eyebrows.

Sam narrows his eyes and Jess bites her lip against the laughter threatening to escape. "Don't ask," he mutters, throwing himself down onto her bed, and she doesn't.

Instead, she collapses into giggles, holding her hand over her mouth in an ineffective attempt to stifle the sound. Sam raises his head to glare, but he can't stop the corner of his mouth from twitching. Jess screeches with laughter when he rolls over, yanking her down onto the bed with his hands on her hips.

5.

As soon as they get their apartment, before they even buy their furniture, Sam hangs the curtains.

Jess giggles at his enthusiasm, standing with her hands on her hips as he climbs up the ladder - some things are too high even for a giant like Sam. His shirt rides up as he gets the curtain rod on the hooks, and she sees the massive bruise on his lower back, an ugly purple-black. The yellowing at the edges tells her it's been there a while.

Jess almost asks when and how he was hurt, why he didn't tell her, but Sam turns to ask if the curtains are hanging straight with a blinding smile, and she swallows the questions down.

+1

Jess wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of the water running and Sam cursing under his breath.

She yawns as she gets out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she walks to the bathroom. She freezes in the doorway, hand flying to her mouth.

Sam's sitting on the edge of the tub, shirt covered in blood from the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder.

"Jesus, Sam," she hisses, going over to him. Her hands flutter over his shoulder, not sure where to touch. "What the hell happened?"

Sam shakes his head, pressing a towel to the wound with a grimace. "Nothin' Jess. It's just a scratch. Go back to sleep."

"Just a scratch, my ass. You need to go to the hospital," Jess says, trying to help him up, "Let me get the car and--"

"Jess." He grips her hand in his, squeezing her fingers. She hadn't even realized she was shaking. "I'm fine. I promise."

Jess should call him a liar. Drag his stupid, stubborn ass to the nearest hospital. Instead, she takes a breath then takes the towel from Sam, pressing against the wound as hard as she dares. Sam swallows back a grimace and stares at his hands, the wall, anywhere but at her face.

The silence stretches like miles between them, long and winding.

YES! I could see this as canon. Totes. Well done!

EEEEEE. Sorry this is so late to the party, but thanks so much for this absolutely stunning fill.

Your writing is gripping and could totally be canon. Great job!

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