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

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

1.) elementary school
2.) school nurse
3.) ripped stitches

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

1.) Hospital
2.) Charlie
3.) Panic attack

Filled: Empty Hearts (1/3)

[center-galaxy.livejournal.com]

“Ow, okay, that definitely hurts.” The redhead muttered, flexing her hand experimentally. Her left arm was stitched up from her elbow down to her wrist, a neat row of stiches reminding her how close she came to losing her arm completely.

Who knew that practicing fighting with actual swords would go so haywire? She’d certainly hadn’t entertained the thought, and they would definitely go back to using wooden swords in the future. But the moment they’d started, it had been fun. She hadn’t known they’d be that sharp in the first place. She was pretty sure she’d ordered dull metal, like the ones they used for stage combat scenes in the theatre, but obviously, she’d been wrong. It had been pretty fun.

You know, except for the part where the metal sliced into her arm and there was blinding pain and blood and screaming.

And now she was here, in the hospital, sitting alone.

She’d been alone for so many years now—after her mother, after the years of foster care, of running away—but ever since the Winchesters came barreling into her life, her tolerance for being alone hadn’t been the same.

“How are you feeling?” Her sympathetic nurse came in, a grin on her lips.

“I’m okay.” She grinned. “Just you know, aside from the pain in my arm.”

“You were hit pretty hard.” The nurse said, checking over her chart. “Good thing your friends got you here on time.”

With that, her nurse sauntered out of the room and Charlie lied back against the pillow. How had she gotten here? The details were pretty fuzzy. No one from the LARP-ing group had been here when she woke up. No one had called her cellphone except for one unlisted number. No voicemails.

Nothing.

“Charlie?”

And there was Sam, breathless, eyes wild, panting in the doorway of her room. His skin was pale and immediately, he came into the small hospital room and his much too-warm hand took hers.

“Sam?” She sits up much too quickly, the room spinning around her.

“Thank God,” He whispered, voice broken. “Charlie, you’re okay.”

“Sam, what—?” But her voice cut off as Sam began to shake, as tears began to roll down his cheeks. “Hey, easy, Sam, what’s wrong?”
“We thought you were dead.”

Charlie’s eyes widened.

“Wait, what?”

Sam gripped her hand tighter.

“We couldn’t get ahold of you.”

“I didn’t get any calls—” She put the pieces together quickly. “The unlisted number. Oh, Sam I’m so sorry for worrying you—”

He didn’t say anything else. Just held her hand until the sobs ran through his system. She was left speechless, unsure of what else to do than offer silent comfort. She’d never seen someone reduced to tears on her behalf. No one—aside from her mother—had ever cared so much for her well being.

No one.

“It’s okay, Sam.” She squeezed his hand. “I’m okay.”

Sam just continued to shake.

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

1.) Singer Salvage scrap yard
2.) Bobby
3.) exhaustion

It's Gotta Be a Day and a Half Now part 1

[tarotgal]

It's Gotta Be a Day and a Half Now

“Sam!” The kid had to be out here somewhere. Bobby knew a thing or five about tracking, and everything he knew led to Sam and the demon heading this way. Besides, they had been on this thing's trail for a week now so if anyone knew how dangerous it would be for this demon to get out and head toward people, it was Sam Winchester. Even with a couple of screws loose, Sam knew not out toward the road or toward the town but into the scrap yard. After Dean's injury, it was all up to Sam to handle this demon now.

Dean's broken leg was bad enough, but his complaints about not being able to hunt with a broken leg were almost worse for the rest of them. Unable to hunt, he spent his time researching and finding hunts for Bobby. This time, though, it was bigger than Bobby could handle. And though he didn't like the idea of Sam watching his six, he liked the idea more than dying. Of course, that was before getting knocked down by the demon and losing consciousness.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been out for, but it had been at least half an hour. And a lot could happen in half an hour, Bobby knew, as he had headed over to the spot where he'd last seen Sam fighting the demon. From there, he'd picked up their tracks, heading deep into the salvage yard. There were scorch marks. There were small streaks of fire. There were small puddles of blood.

It wasn’t until the tracks stopped that Bobby’s concern grew into something stronger… like fear. “Sam! Sam!” he called, over and over, but the only response he got was silence. The only thing worse would have been the demon responding by rushing out at him. Bobby kept his gun raised the whole time, just in case. “Sam! You better not be seein' things right now.” He looked around, worried. “It's just me here.” Him and possibly a really vile demon.

It wasn’t like this was a leviathan, after all. It was just a demon. Sam had taken down demons before. Granted, usually Dean was with him, but not always. Sam could do this on his own, right? Without his brother. Without drinking demon blood and using his powers. Without getting killed in the process.

He gave up trying to track and started to just search thoroughly. Row by row, car by car, he checked around every corner and inside anything big enough to house an adult male. Luckily, Sam Winchester wasn’t just any adult male when it came to size. Practically everything in the salvage yard was metal, so why the knife caught Bobby’s eye was anyone’s guess. But there it was, moonlight bouncing off the blade just right. A few paces beyond the knife lay a body, the shape just visible in the darkness.

Bobby’s heart just about stopped as he raced over. It was a used up, burned out body that had once been host to a human and then to a demon. It lay still and dead. Very, very dead. Sam obviously must have gotten to him. So where the hell was Sam now?

There. Bobby finally spotted the top of Sam’s head sticking out from behind a mountain of old tires. Bobby raced over, expecting to find him injured if not dead. But it looked like Sam was only knocked out. Bobby was going to have to do some serious clean-up tomorrow before he opened, but right now he had bigger things to worry about.

“Sam?” Bobby knelt down beside the hunter and nudged him. “Hey, wake up.” Sam didn’t wake. He didn’t even stir. “Sam!” he said it louder this time. And he shook Sam by the shoulder. “It’s time to wake the hell up!” But, again, Sam didn’t move. He definitely didn’t wake up. “Balls!” He could move Sam if he had to, but he didn’t really want to. So he gave it one last attempt. “Sam! C’mon, boy. Get up!”

In the end, he pulled Sam’s body up off the ground and hauled him back to the house, grumbling and cursing the entire way.

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

1.) Blue Earth
2.) Pastor Jim
3.) bronchitis

[center-galaxy.livejournal.com]

1) Beacon Hills
2) Anyone from Teen Wolf
3) Hit by an arrow

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. A jail cell
2. Dean
3. Pneumonia

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. Impala
2. The ghost of a loved one
3. Poisoned

[crowroad3.livejournal.com]

Aww man. I might have to do this one. ( ;

[crowroad3.livejournal.com]

1. Down by the river
2. Lucifer (& Dean &?)
3. Creeping supernatural infection

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

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?)

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

Someone needs to write this one. If I could write crack I'd be all over it!

5 Ways to kill Sam

[(Anonymous)]

1- The bunker
2- Dean & Charlie
3- Home surgery complicated with MRSA

[a_starfish]

1. WIAWNSB!verse Stanford
2. Dean
3. Blood loss

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

1.) John's truck
2.) John
3.) Sam's first car accident after he learns to drive

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

1. Locked room.
2. Castiel.
3. Suffocation.

[indiachick.livejournal.com]

1) Decrepit old building
2) A priest
3) Demonic possession

FILLED: Feathers and Claws (1/2)

[themegalosaurus.livejournal.com]

You’re doing it wrong, Sam wants to say, but the devil in his mouth won’t let him. His tongue snaps like a live thing, out of control. “That the best you got, old man?”

The priest trembles, dust on his hair and on his robes, shaken from the broken rafters of the church where the sky shines in. His hair is white and his hands are papery, the knuckles swollen and the fingerbones twisted and bent. He’s pointing at Sam. “Vade retro, satana,” he says.

There’s a kick in Sam’s spine where the words take hold, a flinch, but it’s transient. It’s not enough.

On the floor behind, six bodies spread-eagle, six black-clad men whose necks snapped sharp with a flick of Sam’s finger and thumb. The last one was young, foreign, beautiful. He was scared. He’d tried to run and the others had shamed him. “We need you,” they’d said. And then they’d fallen in seconds, dull on the tiles amongst the rubble and the man had stood there breathing heavy and Sam hadn’t been able to close his eyes. The crow-thing, raven-thing inside him had screeched and the man’s face had dropped into a bleak kind of certainty and Sam had watched the jerk of his head and the roll of his eyes as he died.

No, Sam had thought, I won’t I won’t and somehow taken hold, clawed back the bird into the prison of his ribs but he can feel it stirring inside him. He can’t. He doesn’t. He’s too afraid to move. This old man is standing before him fragile and furious in the moonlight and Sam can’t tell him to run away because he can’t control both limbs and tongue. One slip and the man is meat amongst the carved stone bodies of the saints.

Why won’t he run?

The priest picks up his book and he starts speaking. The words are wrong. Something must have got into the book, crawled into the pages and rearranged the text because this prayer is doing nothing to subdue the monster whose claws are threatening the membrane of Sam’s lungs. Instead, every syllable seems to feed it, feathers to its beating wings.

Sam’s spine is splintering. Something is hatching from inside him. His vision turns hazy, red-black. The priest is almost inaudible, whispering, licking his lips where his mouth is dry. It’s not. Sam’s too weak. He can’t hold on.

[indiachick.livejournal.com]

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

FILLED: Maleficus

[crowroad3.livejournal.com]

Maybe you thought it would cure, herd of leech and blade; all the parasites.

You’ve always faithed yourself dry, boy; to a powder, to dust.

*

The trees are ash, the insects locust; the voice of the cunning-man lisps geomancy, nine directions for the body's blood.

No use anymore for humours, but here you are, another deal; a day mausoleum’d in the book, diviner-herbalists, plant-animal-mineral, blood; find yourself a dreamer, a sleep-flyer, bone-thrower who knows the roots of the blood-words and even the ur-stain might be--

“You come to be cleansed, boy?”

Yes, you say, and kneel in the pasture, hand over the broke-necked sacrifice; put your head, hairs a spill, into your marrow-bruised elbows.

If in the Biblical sense you’re lost, go back before; go back before.

Didn’t take as long as you’d think--

to find a cunning-man in Kansas.

*

The blade’s a sickle; the moon’s down. Cunning-man has eyes like flytraps.Two-Sisters and Two-Brothers, horned assists, stand by in the cowfield, heifers long gone, bantam-spirits in the coop; help him cut.

“Plethora—blood of two kinds, boy, yours and the other.”

Get it out, what holy fire can’t. For good.

Your ligaments leap, drink their own weight. There’s a nightjar. There’s the edge. The suspension of plasmancy. There’s earth, manure-viscera; this is the place.

“This,” says the cunning-man, “’ll keep the whispers out.”

The power from your shame-taped mesentery; what do they know.

Go deeper. More, you might say.

God’s a predator, you scream, maybe, to the missing moon.

Two-Sisters and Two-Brothers, respectful, bend to the rivulets, cup your pulses, hand the cunning-man the skin-bags, blow the century-dust high, eyeward.

Cunning-man dusts the cuts, hums phonemes you can’t catch.

Something rushes out. You flatten, go down.

Screech-owl sounds in the glade; snap of a shrew-spine. You lose time.

You lose time.

Wake to faces, six irides, horns, manus settled in your deepest scores.

“Go,” says the cunning-man, to your grassy back.

You stumble, a hemorrhage, to the verge.

*

Your brother's been searching since midnight. Finds you at dawn in the drive, half-slid from the driver’s of the runt of the bunker-fleet, with a raised brow and a where have--

“Sam, where've you been?” Your sleeves brush the cuts; you breathe a kind of--

Fresh fire. To the edge of the hanging road, to the edge of the Empty, where we’ve been, where we’re going.

“Dean.” You might list left.

Your brother’s arms catch; cloud claws horizon, crosses the hatch of home.

“Sam.”

Maybe you thought you’d rise, dry—

you'd walk together into the new day.

[indiachick.livejournal.com]

1. New Orleans
2. Dean
3. Voodoo curse

[themegalosaurus.livejournal.com]

1) A hospital
2) Dr Cara Roberts
3) Axe wound(s) to the upper body

Filled: Play it again, Sam (1/3)

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

(Warning: All of the medical info in here is most likely completely wrong, since I did no research at all other than watching ER. Sorry about that. Also, Dr. Cara cusses like a sailor. I don't apologize for that.)

She's going to fucking kill Garcia. It's like the guy's a psychic. Like he knows it's gonna get weird. Every time she agrees to cover his ER shift - every single goddamn time - some kind of bizarre shit goes down. People chopping each other up with axes? Really?

I didn't even want to be an ER doctor, she mutters, as she washes her hands. But she is right now, and she's waiting for white male, late 20s, multiple ax wounds, unresponsive, pupils equal and reactive. He's a bloody mess when he shows up, his shirt already cut off, and she appraises him quickly. The arm - defensive wound, most likely - is the worst, and he'll need surgery for that one. His fingers are sliced to hell, but none of them seem to be in danger of falling off. Guy must have fought like a son of a bitch. He's not only cut up, but also bruised and scraped. His BP is low but not scary low, but he looks like he's lost a lot of blood; there's probably a pint on his face and chest alone, and God knows how much the missing shirt soaked up. She tells David to hang a bag of O neg and some saline and sends Destiny (dear God, what a stupid name for a nurse, especially in the ER; who wants to think about their destiny in the ER?) to alert the surgical team. The wounds on his chest are comparatively minor, which in this case means they look like someone just wanted to hurt him really really bad instead of turn him into steaks, and she can stitch them up while he stabilizes enough for surgery. If she's fast enough, she can get it done before he comes around.

She flushes a chest wound on his left side with saline while David cleans off the right side of his chest and then wipes his face. Looks familiar, David says, and "that's because you hang out with a bad fucking crowd, Dave, and we might want to have a talk about that later," she laughs. She stitches that one up and feels kind of bad that it's on the sloppy side until she notices another one on his shoulder that looks like some moron used dental floss and a crochet needle, so clearly she's not the worst doc he's ever seen. If that one was even done by a doctor. (Seriously. Axes and back-room dental floss stitches. Bad fucking crowd.)

She stretches her back, works the crick out of her neck, and gets ready to work on the other side. David's got him completely cleaned up now, and she looks across a wide expanse of tanned muscle and suddenly stops cold. That tattoo. She knows that tattoo. She looks at his face (and Jesus, how has she not even looked at his face until now?) and there's the long silky brown hair her hands were buried in, the distracting lips, and the pretty hazel eyes, closed now but still unmistakeable.

"Agent Stiles?" she says. "Sam?"

"Oh, crap, that's why he looks familiar!" Dave says. "He's one of those FBI guys from yesterday!"

One of those FBI guys. And she really, really shouldn't be working on him. She just (reluctantly) showered the scent of him off her skin a couple of hours ago. But it's not like she can say Hey, I just banged this guy, so it's really not appropriate for me to be treating him. And also, she kinda doesn't want to hand him over to anyone else. She kinda wants to wrap him up in something soft and warm and take care of him right now.

"Agent Stiles?" she repeats. His brow furrows and his eyes flutter a little bit. "Agent Stiles, you're in the hospital. You're going to be okay, but you've been cut up pretty badly."

He opens his eyes all the way and takes in his surroundings, then squints at her in confusion. "Care..."

"Yes, it's Dr. Roberts. You remember we met yesterday?"

Maybe he gets the hint and knows to keep it professional, or maybe he doesn't even remember. "Dr. Roberts. I'm..." He frowns and looks around some more. "I'm in the hospital? What happened?"

[themegalosaurus.livejournal.com]

1) The Impala
2) Piper
3) Dislocated shoulder

[themegalosaurus.livejournal.com]

(I almost made 3 for this one "wedged into/stuck in the footwell". So if that's what appeals, go wild)

[themegalosaurus.livejournal.com]

1) A motel
2) Amelia Richardson
3) Aftereffects of angelic possession

[themegalosaurus.livejournal.com]

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

Fill: Placebo (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

There was, Sam thought, something usually pretty satisfying about the end of a hunt. Bad monster dead, people saved, time to move on and see new things.

But most of the time they weren't stuck in the middle of a forest with a cold rain drizzling down.

Dean hammered the last of the stakes in.

"How's that?" he said proudly.

"Oh look, a tent," Sam said.

"Don't hate." Dean pointed the mallet at him. "Unless you want to sleep outside."

"What I want is to be back at the motel," Sam muttered.

"I heard that." Dean ducked inside the tent. Sam sighed, following.

"Leave those muddy boots outside the tent," Dean said primly.

Sam gaped at him. "Are you kidding? They'll be soaked by the morning. And your boots are already in here in the corner."

"Tough. Your feet are too big."

Whatever high had remained after killing the berserker drained completely away in the surge of annoyance. Sam ignored his brother and dragged his feet in after himself, putting his boots in the corner of the tent and crawling over his brother, intentionally letting his knees and elbows hit him on the way over. Dean cursed at him, shuffling over and turning his back to Sam.

Sam shimmied off his jeans, slipping into his sleeping bag. He took a deep breath and let it out. The tent was completely silent.

Sam let himself feel sorry for himself a little longer before feeling guilty about his attitude. "Goodnight, Dean," he said softly.

The tight line of Dean's back relaxed a little. "'night, Sam."

The sound of rain on the tent and the lack of a ceiling on which Jess could burn sent Sam into a dreamless sleep.

[themegalosaurus.livejournal.com]

1) the bunker
2) Dean or Cas
3) yoga injuries

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

1.) Men of Letters bunker
2.) Dean
3.) falling off a ladder while putting up Christmas decorations

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

1.) steakhouse
2.) Dean
3.) choking

[4thejourney.livejournal.com]

1.) somewhere in the southwestern United States
2.) Dean
3.) a run in with a cactus

[4thejourney.livejournal.com]

1.) somewhere unfamiliar to Sam
2.) a stranger, then Dean
3.) glasses!Sam with lost/broken glasses/contacts lenses

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

Oooh, this is a fascinating one...