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

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FILLED: Scarlet Thread on His Wrist

Author's Note: Warnings for blood and language. Sorry this is so short - hopefully someone will make some art to do this beautiful prompt more justice than I can.

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“Castiel?” Dean’s voice rings out, hesitant but it’s enough to jolt Kevin out of his trance, scaring him into action as he hears a door slam. There’s a pause and the sound of shuffling, then quiet murmuring.

“You’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay,” he makes out as he rounds the corner. He’s greeted by the sight of one very panicked-looking Dean and one very unconscious Sam.

“What the hell,” Kevin hears himself say, because what the hell.

Dean’s eyes dart up to his for maybe a heartbeat. His hands -blood-stained oh fuck that’s not good, not good- run through Sam’s hair as the younger brother whimpers low in his throat, still unconscious.

“Something’s in him,” Dean says gutturally. “In his - in his arms. Need to get it out.”

Kevin blinks then nods, knowing the time for further questioning will come later. Dean snaps quick instructions at him and he obliges, putting the surgical knife Dean requests on the bedside table. Dean glances at it and mutters something under his breath as Sam shifts again. Kevin sees something ripple in his arms and his eyes go wide.

“Stay with him,” Dean commands suddenly. He leans down and whispers something indiscernable next to Sam’s ear before bolting out of the room.

At a loss, Kevin slumps down next to Sam, watching unsurely as Sam’s hands twitch and flutter. A few times, Sam’s eyes blink open, unseeing. Kevin reaches out but Sam only flinches away, nonsense mumblings slipping out. “Sarah - Jess, no, didn’t want this...”

Then Dean is back, a leather-covered book clutched in one hand as the other scrabbles through the pages. “Where’s the knife?” Dean asks, grabbing it before Kevin can answer. He can only watch, stunned, as Dean finds the page he was searching for; on it is a hand-drawn image of a bleeding man and a sigil. It takes him about two seconds to figure it out.

“You’re doing that to Sam, aren’t you?”

“Scarification,” Dean confirms. “Best chance we’ve got. Hold him down best you can.”

And that’s a joke because Sam’s a built like a fucking linebacker and now he’s trembling, tremors coursing through his frame and how the hell are they going to do this?

And now Dean’s cutting into his own brother, one hand on the knife and one pressing down on his wrist to still it. Sam moans and writhes under their grips and that is not blood blood is not black oh God help.

Dean’s all instinct at this point, he can see that, but there’s the heart in the eyes and the fire that burns hot for his brother as he keeps up a continuous stream of reassurances and it’ll be okays. Kevin blinks at the fierce emotion -love, he thinks, so Dean Winchester does love- and when he opens his eyes Dean is throwing the bloodied knife to the floor.

He hurriedly presses a towel against Sam’s arm, and when he takes it off it comes back slicked with black.

---

Sam is quiet now.

Kevin counts to two hundred as he watches Dean secure bandages around Sam’s forearm. At a hundred and seventy-eight, Dean explains.

“It was the trials,” he says, as if it could be anything else. “They were going to - uh, to. Kill him. If he finished.” Nearly did, still might goes unsaid.

“He’ll be okay,” Kevin says.

“Yeah.” Dean swallows, nods twice. “Yeah, I know he will. He’s got to.”

Edited 2013-09-05 00:00 (UTC)

Eww, BLACK GOO. I liiiiike.

Thank you! :-)

LIKE! Very intense and fast-paced.

Thank you so much :-)

This is absolutely lovely. I ADORED your description of Dean through Kevin's pov here -

Dean’s all instinct at this point, he can see that, but there’s the heart in the eyes and the fire that burns hot for his brother as he keeps up a continuous stream of reassurances and it’ll be okays. Kevin blinks at the fierce emotion -love, he thinks, so Dean Winchester does love- and when he opens his eyes Dean is throwing the bloodied knife to the floor.

So, so perfect ♥

Thank you so much! Kevin's a tricky POV to write for me so that means a lot. :-)

I like Dean being so commanding and competent. I miss competent!boys.

Hear, hear. Thanks for the feedback! :-)

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