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 ◊

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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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The Grandfather's Paradox, 2/2

You duck into the dark living area and Dean reluctantly follows. Before you even ask, he says, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

You say, “I don’t understand.”

Dean fishes a bottle of Old Crow from a bag near the door and takes a swig from the bottle before pulling a pair of plastic tumblers from the cabinet above the tiny sink in the kitchenette, “Honestly, man, neither do I. Thought we took care of this shit. But every once in awhile,” he shrugs, “might as well get comfortable. He’ll be laid up with a migraine tomorrow. We ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

You share drinks and Dean has two for every one you manage. He keeps the truth about Sam’s outburst close but you always excelled at seeing the picture despite the lost puzzle pieces. It’s part of being a Man of Letters. It’s just what you do.

“It sounds like psychic trauma,” you say as the sky outside just begins its journey from the gray of dawn the blue of morning, “There was a medium we worked with, connecting her to hunters who may find her services useful, mostly concerning hauntings.”

“Yeah, been there.” Dean slurs.

“She encountered a house where a horrific murder had taken place-- an entire family-- depraved in it’s violence. We later learned the mother acted under a demonic influence--”

“Possessed? Yeah, that’s always fun.”

“No, no, the family was a sacrifice to prove her loyalty to Hell. Regardless, the echoes of the murders, the traumatized spirits, and her own twisted shade-- took a toll on Monica. She’s well-- was well-- .I’m sure she’s long dead by now, but she was prone to fits and hallucinations. She was institutionalized for a time. After.”

Dean rubs his eyes and shakes his head, “That’s rough. She get better?”

You know it’s the wrong answer, but it’s the truth, and sometimes that’s just the way things are, “No.”

Dean’s face turns stony and he stiffly slides his chair back and wets a towel at the sink. He retreats to the bedroom.. You stay at the table and nurse the dregs of your whiskey until you hear the distinctive sound of gagging, followed by twin shuffles and soft murmurs. You angle your chair so you can see without disturbing, because frankly, you’re tired and you’re certain that they have to be exhausted. This is your legacy. It hits you and you almost gag yourself, but then Dean gently guides Sam to the nearest bed and says he’ll bring water in a little bit. Sam shakes his head and trembles, but doesn’t flinch away from his brother’s touch like he was earlier. Dean folds the cool cloth over Sam’s head. Sam sighs with relief and asks quietly, “How did you get down here?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Go to sleep, okay?”

“If I sleep, he’ll be angry.”

“He’ll never know. He’s not here right now, is he?”

Sam squints, “No.”

Dean’s shoulders droop as though a great burden has been lifted and he slides up the headboard to sit with his legs stretched out straight. Sam curls around him and Dean draws the thin motel blankets up to Sam’s shoulders. They’re still like that when you retreat to the pullout.

In the morning, you wake first. You’re relieved to find that McDonald’s is still a thing, though the format and the menu has changed considerably in decades since you last ate at one. You order three coffees and whatever the hell an Egg McMuffin is and when you get back to the motel, Dean is slumped at the table in the kitchenette, shadows beneath his eyes dragging his head down to the surface of the table with their weight. He looks up when you close the door quietly, perks up at the smell of coffee and fried egg. “How’s Sam?” You ask.

“Fine,” Dean says and cuts off further avenues of discussion. It’s simple and not entirely accurate and you think that perhaps someday he won’t be, or he will be, and it won’t be enough. That’s later, though, and possibly never. You think the future is still happening and maybe it isn’t too late to change it for the better after all.

Oh my. This was amazing. I loved the use of first person with Henry. It really gives you a sense of who he is and a nice look at Sam and Dean too an outsider. I love how Henry is curious about Sam and willing to help but Dean cuts him off at every turn. Thank you very much for filling my prompt!

OH THIS WAS SO GOOD. I can't write 2nd person to save my life, but you make it seem effortless. LOVE LOVE LOVE. And oh yeah, love. PS...and thank you for writing! I miss your gorgeous prose. :D

Edited 2013-09-10 01:46 (UTC)

Oh, this is ever so beautiful. I loved Dean so abrasive with Henry and then so careful and focused with Sam-that was such perfect characterisation- and THIS part-

Sam sighs with relief and asks quietly, “How did you get down here?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Go to sleep, okay?”

“If I sleep, he’ll be angry.”

“He’ll never know. He’s not here right now, is he?”

Sam squints, “No.”

Just oh so sweet and heart-breaking.

This is wonderful!

Fantastic! I really liked seeing the situation from Henry's POV and Dean's gentle yet persistent care was just lovely. Poor Sammy!

That was wonderful. poor Sammy.
Poor Henry trying to understand and realizing that they are more than just a MOL case but his grandsons.

Wow, that was very powerful. Love the outsider POV. Great Henry voice. <3

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