OhSam Triple Play 2015!

[ohsam-mod.livejournal.com]

The comm hosted this little event a couple of years ago, and as November 2 is an auspicious day for our darling Sam, today would be the perfect time to revisit this challenge. Welcome to the Triple Play 2015!





BOOST THE SIGNAL

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And here's how we play!

Step One (mandatory): 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 3.) a hangover, or 1.) autumn 2.) Rowena 3.) a curse.

Step Two (optional): Participants can choose to 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 choose, and either put the art beneath a cut or supply a link to it, with appropriate header and warnings! (See "Posting Guidelines" in the left sidebar.) As subject lines are no more, please begin your fills with the word FILLED and a TITLE in BOLD.

Step Three (optional): Participants could also choose to write a ficlet, again with Sam as the primary victim of our dastardly h/c scenarios. (No minimum or maximum word count is required; just go where the muse takes you, as long or short as you'd like.) Again, please reply with your fic under the chosen prompt set, using the appropriate header and warnings. (See "Posting Guidelines" in the left sidebar.) 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! The ideal goal is to make a Triple Play, where a prompt set gets both art and fic – the art potentially inspiring the fic or the fic inspiring the art. But no matter how it's sliced, we get lots of delicious Sammy h/c! Have all the fun … at Sam’s expense. ;)

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MASTERLIST

Sick City by fireheart13
1.) Las Vegas
2.) Dean
3.) Gall stones

Better Than Trick or Treat by septembers_coda
1. town of 200 people
2. john
3. parasite

What's in a Job by cherry916
1. the bunker
2. a service dog
3. PTSD

Hour of Darkness by amypond45
1. Squatting in an abandoned building.
2. Mary.
3. Fever dream.

Twist in the Wind by thursdaysisters
1.) the bottom of a ravine
2.) the ghost of Sarah Blake
3.) broken bones

Untitled by caranfindel
1. The bunker (maybe a newly discovered part?)
2. Dean
3. Impaled

It's Gotta Be a Hex by tarotgal
1. Crappy motel room
2. Dean and John
3. Strep throat

We Shall Gather at the River by crowroad3
1. Monument Valley
2. Dean
3. Staked out in the burning sun

Break No Bones by milly_gal
a) Bobby's panic room
b) Bobby and/or Dean
c) broken leg

What You Don't Know (Can Kill You) by center_galaxy
1. A foggy deserted road.
2. Jess
3. Car accident.

Bleed by hugglewolf
1) The Bunker
2) Cas
3) Sam wakes up wounded and weak from blood loss on the floor of the Bunker—with no memory of how he got there, how he got hurt, or where Dean is.

Tornado Warning by ameliacareful
1.) Setting: somewhere flat and Midwestern
2.) Other character: Dean
3.) H/C scenario: tornado related injuries

(Art) Untitled by cassiopeia7
1. pacific northwest
2. dean
3. drowning

West of Omaha by laughablelament
1) the lonesome highway
2) Dean & whoever's in the trunk
3) feverish magic-induced flashbacks

It's Gotta Be The Pie by tarotgal
1.) the bunker in the middle of the night
2.) Dean
3.) stomach flu

Stone Number One by caranfindel
1. Bobby's
2. Hallucifer
3. Psychotic episode that doesn't seem to want to end

(Art) Vatican Prison by amberdreams
1) Vatican jail cell
2) Dean
3) stigmata

It's Gotta Be At Least 200 Stairs by tarotgal
1. fire escape
2. Dean
3. permanent limp

Remember by soserendipity
1. A cornfield at night.
2. Dean.
3. Bleeding out.

Surf's Up by firesign10
1) The beach
2) Jess
3) Kelpie attack

Can We Call It Bob? by soserendipity
1. Hanging off the ledge of a bridge/tall building
2. Dean
3. Dislocation

Cor Unum by crowroad3
1) the bunker
2) Dean
3) heart condition

The Forest at Night by thursdaysisters
1) Car accident
2) John
3) Head Injury

I Can Move Forward Looking Back by hugglewolf
1) A hunt
2) A hunter (one we've met, or a new one)
3) PTSD

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream by center_galaxy
1.) Stanford
2.) Brady
3.) Chronic insomnia

The Definition of Insanity by center_galaxy
1. The Impala
2. Dean
3. Gunshot wound to the gut

In the Woodsman's Cottage by thursdaysisters
1.) Setting: a forest
2.) Other character: Bobby
3.) H/C scenario: bear trap

Shaken by cowboyguy
1. A laundromat
2. Dean
3. Trying to heal from a bad fight while trying to wash blood out of their clothes

It's Gotta Be a Plane This Time? by tarotgal
1) Airport security gate
2) Dean
3) bullet wound

Trapped by cowboyguy
1. tunnels
2. Dean
3. mutism/voice loss

Cold as Ice by indiachick
1.) Byberry Mental Hospital
2.) Dean
3.) botched lobotomy

The Source of All Sorrows by center_galaxy
1.) Hospital
2.) Charlie
3.) coma

Draconids by crowroad3
1.) High school
2.) EMTs
3.) Fever

Like a Rock by caranfindel
1.) middle of nowhere
2.) Baby
3.) dislocated shoulder

Dead River by crowroad3
1. Impala
2. The ghost of a loved one
3. Poisoned

Broken Memories by cherry916
1) motel room
2) Jody Mills
3) head injury/concussion

Hidden by hugglewolf
1. backwoods
2. castiel
3. buckshot

Empty Hearts by center_galaxy
1.) Hospital
2.) Charlie
3.) Panic attack

Unsettled by cowboyguy
1.) the bunker in the middle of the night
2.) Dean
3.) stomach flu

Splintered by themegalosaurus
1. THE BUNKER
2. DEMON!DEAN
3. HAMMER

Fingerprint by anonymous
1. Impala
2. Dean
3. touch starvation

It's Gotta Be Four in the Morning by tarotgal
1. Roadhouse
2. Ellen
3. Respiratory illness

Bitter and Sick by indiachick
1. Setting is author's choice
2. Dean
3. Forced/tricked into ingesting demon blood

words like glass by anonymous
1.) Camp Chitaqua, post-apocalypse
2.) Dean, Stoner Cas
3.) disfigurement, mutism

Feathers and Claws by themegalosaurus
1) Decrepit old building
2) A priest
3) Demonic possession

Maleficus by crowroad3
1. Field at night
2. Witch doctors
3. Blood-letting

Sup by hugglewolf
1) A grassy field at night
2) Castiel
3) Poison

It's Gotta Be a Damn Ghost by tarotgal
1. A busy bar in Stanford
2. Jess/Brady/Becky/Zach/Luis (any or all!)
3. Beaten up (bruises, bloody nose, scrapes, or maybe even a broken bottle to the head/body!)

Somewhere, Beyond the Sea by center_galaxy
1) Somewhere watery
2) Dean
3) Amnesia

Dis(connected) by center_galaxy
1) On the end of a phone
2) Bobby or Castiel
3) Blood loss, in and out of consciousness

It's Gotta Be a Day and a Half Now by tarotgal
1.) Singer Salvage scrap yard
2.) Bobby
3.) exhaustion

Placebo by anonymous
1) the woods
2) Dean
3) bitten by a snake

Hiss by cowboyguy
1) the woods
2) Dean
3) bitten by a snake

Across the clouds I see my shadow fly by caranfindel
1) Coffee shop or Diner
2) Employee of said establishment
3) Gun shot wound

Check It Out by themegalosaurus
1. MOL Bunker
2. Dean (and/or Charlie, Cas, or Kevin)
3. A curse involving plaid shirts or plaid in general (you're screwed, Sammy! Will they figure it out?)

The End of the World (and Back Again) by harrigan
1. A boathouse
2. Dean
3. Permanent physical disability (knee/hip/leg etc)

If Only by foolscapper
1. Hell, the cage
2. Castiel
3. hallucinations

Bitten (art) by foolscapper
1.) zombie infested suburbia
2.) Dean, Bobby
3.) bitten

Play It Again, Sam by caranfindel
1) A hospital
2) Dr Cara Roberts
3) Axe wound(s) to the upper body

The Mustard Seed by kettle_o_fish
1. Out on a case
2. Dean
3. Sam develops minor healing powers (not angel-level resurrection or demon killing, more like curing lesser illnesses, fixing broken bones, moderate wounds, etc). However, each time he helps someone, there's a drain on his own health/strength. Dean wonders if it's worth the toll it takes on Sam.

Comments

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

1. THE BUNKER
2. DEMON!DEAN
3. HAMMER

(Thanks to madebyme_x)

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

\o/ I'm not an enabler or anything ;)

[gidgetgal9.livejournal.com]

1. Castle Fortress
2. Alpha Vamp
3. Being held against will as feeder to Alpha Vamp

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. A boathouse
2. Dean
3. Permanent physical disability (knee/hip/leg etc)

[harrigan.livejournal.com]

Believe it or not--I'm workin' on it! (Fic, not art, LOL!)

But you know me, it will take a few days to wrap it up and post it.

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. A busy bar in Stanford
2. Jess/Brady/Becky/Zach/Luis (any or all!)
3. Beaten up (bruises, bloody nose, scrapes, or maybe even a broken bottle to the head/body!)

It’s Gotta Be a Damn Ghost part 1

[tarotgal]

It’s Gotta Be a Damn Ghost

When you’ve been raised as a hunter, there are some things you notice that others around you dismiss too easily. There’s the drop in temperature, for starters. People reach for their jackets or sweaters on the bar stools next to them and think maybe they just haven’t had enough to drink tonight to stay warm. Then there’s the flicker of lights, for another. People assume the power company just had some sort of hiccup like a transformer blew somewhere else in town and the electricity flow elsewhere was disrupted for a second. Or maybe something got struck by a bolt of lightning out there in the rainstorm, even though no one heard a clap of thunder and the storm’s letting up anyway. Or maybe it’s some stupid college student’s first night on the job and he backed up into the light switches when he was reaching for the mop and bucket to help clean up the inevitable mess one finds in a bar where patrons drink way too much.

Or maybe it’s a damn ghost.

It’s gotta be a damn ghost.

Only, this time, it isn’t. The guy causing trouble at the bar isn’t possessed by a particularly angry, vengeful spirit. He's just a really angry drunk. Only Sam Winchester, raised at John Winchester's knee, bred to be a hunter, doesn know that at the time. At the time, he thinks if he can get to the iron horseshoe above the bar and that huge container of salt they use for margarita glasses and the knife in the back they use to slice the lime wedges, he'll be able to save them all. He thinks he'll be able to take down that bruiser from the frat before anyone else gets hurt. He thinks he knows exactly what's going on.

“What the hell were you thinking, Sam?” Brady takes the ziplock bag of ice that the guy behind the bar hands him, jostles it a second to get a better grip, then presses it gently to the back of Sam's head where a bruise at best and a concussion-causing bump at worst are now forming.

Sam sits, hunched over, pressing a bunch of napkins to his nose and another few to his cheek. The blood has just about stopped flowing; the hit wasn't that bad and the cut wasn't that deep, but he doesn't want Jess to get here and see the blood and freak out. Poor Jess. Getting woken up at two in the morning to find out your boyfriend was injured in a bar fight and needs a ride home isn't the best way to spend your almost-one year anniversary. “Poor Jessssss...” The word trails off. He feels dizzy. Hell, he feels tired. Is that because it's late or because of the bottle he took to the back of the head?

“Poor Jess? Poor Jess?!” Brady repeats with a breathy laugh. “Poor you! You're all cut up, Sam. Shit, is that a gash on your arm? Give it here.” He practically wrenches Sam's arm over in an attempt to get a look, shoving Sam's sleeve down. There's a lot of blood there, but little of it is Sam's and none is from a cut on his arm. Brady's grip tightens with what might be a concerned squeeze before loosening.

[chaos-slave.livejournal.com]

1.) Small town, several hundred miles away from a hospital with more resources.
2.) Dean, John
3.) Orthopedic damage that could be life changing.

[chaos-slave.livejournal.com]

1.) A hunt, abandoned mining town.
2.) Roy, Walt, Dean with the Mark of Cain
3.) Stumbling onto the same hunt all four hunters have to join together to kill the monsters living in the mines.

[cherry916.livejournal.com]

1. The Impala
2. Dean
3. hypothermia

[cherry916.livejournal.com]

1. The Bunker
2. Dean, Castiel
3. Cas POV. Dean tending to Sam after becoming human again.

[chaos-slave.livejournal.com]

1.) Sioux Falls
2.) Bobby or Jody Mills
3.) Hunt gone wrong, temporary paralysis.

[chellexxx.livejournal.com]

1) Cellar
2) Cole
3) Broken bone/s

xxx

[chellexxx.livejournal.com]

1) Jail/Prison
2) Jody Mills
3) PTSD

xxx

[ameliacareful.livejournal.com]

1) New York City (any burough)

2) Kate (the werewolf)

3) stabbing

extra points for BAMF!Sam as well as hurt!Sam.

[chellexxx.livejournal.com]

1) Barn
2) Gabriel
3) Vampire attack

xxx

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1.Stanford
2. Brady
3.sexual identity issues

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

1) Locked room / container
2) Castiel
3) It's too like The Cage.

[madame-naan.livejournal.com]

a) a caved-in mine
b) Dean
c) an asthma attack

[madame-naan.livejournal.com]

a) Bobby's panic room
b) Bobby and/or Dean
c) broken leg

FILLED: Break No Bones!

[milly-gal.livejournal.com]

Blood and oil mingle dangerously on rags wrapped raggedly around Sam's left leg, barely covering the protruding piece of tibia mocking Dean as he tries desperately to block out Sam's feral howls of agony bouncing back at him off salt soaked iron walls, "Damnit Bobby, hurry the fuck up!"

Bobby's all for a bit of well placed rage when someone he loves is in trouble but Dean's vicious verbal assaults are getting on his last nerve, "Don't push me boy, I'm doin' the best I can. Lift his head you gotta lift his head, or he'll pass out and we'll never get him back!"

Beneath the flow of crimson still pumping fast and furious from the gaping wound in Sam's shin, he can feel his own heart beat starting to ebb and slow, like the beats between the ticks of the clock, "Guys...I...Jesus FUCK, I think I'm gonna..."

It's all Dean can do tip Sam's head sideways, freeing him up to vomit green bile all down his favourite canvas jacket already encrusted with the remnants of his brother's precious blood, before he sees hazel eyes start to flutter and close, "Sammy, no! Come on, stay awake!"

Despite Dean's decades of training, his instant reaction is panic, all out balls to the wall panic, "Bobby, BOBBY, we gotta get him to a hospital, now!"

~~~~~~~~~

Later on, when Sam's blood has fully dried against his skin, suffocating him, making him feel as though he could peel his own flesh off with a paring knife, Dean will allow the shame of sitting in the corner of Bobby's panic room, rocking back and forwards as the man of the house heaved his brother over his shoulder, to batter against his bravado and take root in the already massive pile of guilt dragging around his neck on a daily basis, but for right now he's too busy gripping Sam's hand hard enough to hear his knuckles crunching against one another, "Come on Sammy, no rest for the wicked, remember?! I can't do this without you!"

~~~~~~~~~

Sam's first conscious thought is ouch. Fucking ouch!

His second is of Dean, visible through anaesthesia coated eyes still blinking blearily up at white washed walls, too bright for his jack hammer filled brain to handle.

All he can see is the top of Dean's head and half his scrunched up face; hair matted with sweat and, oh god, is that blood? His own? Jesus!

Face mashed into the covers, drool hanging from slackened lips, Dean's fingers are still entwined with Sam's and even though there's a very real possibility of losing a digit to blood flow issues, he allows his brother to sleep, knowing he'll be spending the next six weeks fighting off Dean's hairy eyeball routine and not wanting to hasten it's arrival.

Movement in the corner of the room drags Sam's attention away from his snoring brother.

Bobby, folded into that most diabolical of torture devices, the hospital comfy chair, tilts the brim of his cap in Sam's direction before dragging himself upright, "I'll leave you to rest, boy. Just..let Dean play nursemaid, this one hit closer to home than he'd like, okay?"

Sam smiles, nods and lays his free hand at the nape of Dean's neck, "Noted, and Bobby...thanks!"

Coulrophia

[ereynolds74.livejournal.com]

1.) Haunted House

2.) Dean

3.) old fear- Coulrophia- he thought he was over it...apparently not

[cherry916.livejournal.com]

1. Plucky Pennywhistle's
2. clown, Dean
3. Panic attack

Sunlight

[ereynolds74.livejournal.com]

1.) Abaddon/Forgotten catacombs

2.) Dean

3.)New monster (something like descends(movie) type monster eating humans/hikers that go in and get lost). Would like to see a total BAMF Dean letting out what he holds back sometimes a darkness that he knows that's inside him. Because he's got a hurt little brother starting to get claustrophobic to get back outside.

[theatregirl7299]

1) Barn
2) Jody Mills
3) Fire

[crowroad3.livejournal.com]

1) the lonesome highway
2) Dean & whoever's in the trunk
3) feverish magic-induced flashbacks

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

i kinda want *you* to write this one. And by "kinda" I mean "desperately" because I know it would be amazing.

(SOMEBODY needs to fill this one)

[sphaler.livejournal.com]

PTSD
Injection
Fear

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

1.) the bunker in the middle of the night
2.) Dean
3.) stomach flu

It's Gotta Be the Pie part 1

[tarotgal]

It's Gotta Be the Pie

“It’s gotta be the pie,” Sam breathes out, his cheek resting on the metal toilet seat that has warmed to him during the past eight minutes.

“Dude, I had two slices, and you don’t see me shoving you aside to get rid of them the hard way, do ya?” He wrings a wet washcloth out in the sink then takes a knee beside Sam. He dabs at Sam’s mouth a few times, swipes it twice across Sam’s forehead, and then then refolds the wash cloth and holds it against the back of Sam’s neck.

The violent shiver it inspires catches Sam off guard. It’s so strong that the blanket Dean got for him an hour ago falls to the bathroom floor. Sam doesn’t move to get it back, just lets the cold wash over him. But Dean takes the washcloth away the pulls the blanket back up for him, tucking it tight around his brother and rubbing Sam’s arm through the blanket afterward.

“I really hate to say it,” Dean starts, still rubbing. “Because it means I’m probably gonna come down with this thing next, but I think you’ve got the stomach flu.”

Sam groans in protest, but deep down he knows it’s true. Much as he’d like to blame this on Dean’s homemade blueberry pie with two scoops of vanilla on top, a stomach flu is the only thing that makes any sense. Oh God. Pie.

At the mere idea of putting anything remotely food-related into his mouth, Sam’s stomach churns. He rolls his head to the side so that it hangs over the bowl just as the heaving begins again in earnest. His stomach draws upward and inward and his aching body tenses. Then he feels it deep in his throat. He opens his mouth wide, expectant, but all he gets are dry heaves. Everything he’d had for dinner has already vacated his body long before.

Nonetheless, Dean uses two hands and sweeps Sam’s long, brown hair back from his face. He gathers it into one hand and then rubs circles on Sam’s blanket-covered back with the other hand. “Relax,” Dean tells him. Sometimes Dean has to be serious and take charge of a situation. Sometimes he’s pissed off about a hunt. Sometimes he’s cocky… actually, most times he’s cocky. But right now he is soft and reassuring, just what Sam wants to hear from his big brother right now. “Don’t worry. It’ll pass.”

When the uncontrollable stomach spasms hit, it doesn’t seem like they will ever end. It feels like he might keep gagging until up comes his heart or at least one of his kidneys. His stomach muscles are weak from all of this, his body so incredibly tired it’s amazing he has the strength to cling to the toilet and keep upright.

It passes, finally, just like Dean said it would. Dean lets go of Sam’s hair, letting it fall back down past his ears. Dean picks his current burner phone up off the bathroom floor and hits a couple buttons. The beeping sound goes straight to Sam’s head, echoing painfully, mockingly. “There we go.” Dean sets the phone back down. “Timer’s reset. Let’s see if you can make it a whole hour this time.”

Determined, Sam bobs his head up and down in a nod before laying it back down on the toilet seat. One hour without vomiting means Dean would help him back to bed. It means a bowl or empty trash can beside him, just in case the worst happens and he can’t get to the bathroom in time. It also means getting a sip of water. His lips are dry; he feels parched. But Dean flat-out refuses to give him any until he is sure Sam can keep it down.

[tarotgal]

1. The Impala
2. Dean
3. Contagious cold