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

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. Squatting in an abandoned building.
2. Mary.
3. Fever dream.

<b>FILLED: Hour of Darkness 1/2</b>

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

"You're an idiot."

Sam's voice echoes in his own pounding head, amplified by the sound of rushing wind, also inside his head. At least he thinks it must be all inside his head, because when he opens his eyes a crack, there's no one there. It's just the same dusty, cavernous warehouse where he crashed earlier this evening, after yet another, typically frustrating interview with yet another demon, this one managing to land a particularly nasty kick to his abs before Sam put an end to its already-dead human meat-suit and sent the demon back to Hell.

Second one this week, and Sam's no closer to finding his brother.

It's been almost three weeks since Dean disappeared, and Sam can feel the desperation niggling at the back of his brain, prickling up his spine, giving a familiar edge of controlled panic to his every movement. He's followed every lead, researched every possible angle, certain that the next tip will be the one that gets him the answer he needs. All he needs to do is stay focused, not let useless distractions like sleep and food and health get in his way.

But three days ago the annoying tickle in the back of his throat turned into a full-blown cold, with congestion and fever and hacking, miserable coughing that wouldn't let him sleep even if he had time to sleep. And no amount of cold medicine, fever reducers, even god-damn chicken soup and herbal tea wasn't helping. Not that he had time to indulge in lying around this god-forsaken warehouse on a futon in a corner with nothing for warmth but a couple of ratty blankets.

Then the fuckin' demon had the nerve to kick him in the gut, causing him to vomit up all his tea and soup and goddamn cough medicine and Sam has fuckin' had it. It's enough to make him want to throttle his brother, when he finds him.

If he finds him.

No. Not thinking that way. Sam feels another coughing fit coming on, grabs the water bottle next to the futon, finds it empty, and struggles to sit up. He reaches for the grocery bag on the floor at the foot of the futon, but of course it's mostly empty. Just a used box of cold tablets and a half-drunk bottle of cough medicine. He downs that in a couple of quick gulps and lies back, shivering despite the heat of the warm June night. He remembers vaguely how hot and stuffy this place was when he first crashed here, how he swore to himself he'd buy a battery-operated fan on his next trip to the store.

Now it's freezing, and Sam can't stop shivering. His teeth are chattering so violently he tastes blood, realizes he's bit his own lip. His muscles are aching. No, make that his bones. But sweat is pouring off him in waves at the same time, and that makes no sense. He's feverish, needs ibuprofen. Needs to get up so he can go to the store, get ibuprofen.

"You're an idiot."

Sam blinks his eyes open. It's day, he's been sleeping a long time, feels stiff and sore along with that bone-deep weariness he remembers from last night. He starts coughing immediately, rolls onto his side just to take the pressure off his back, keep it from clenching and going out completely. He needs to do some ab work, but his abs are a screaming fire-pit of agony, the muscles barely responding as he clenches them tentatively.

That shit-hole demon kicked him. Right.

Used to be, Sam would feel sorry for the human inside, the poor schmuck whose body was being used and abused and usually left for dead long before the thing inside was done with him. God knows, Sam understands what that's like. And he still feels the sympathy, still cares.

But lately, it's just been so hard. Lately, with Dean gone, nothing feels right. Nothing makes sense. It's a familiar feeling; Sam's been through it before, Dean leaving him, dying on him, exploding into oblivion and just being gone, maybe dead. But it's more intense this time. This time it's on Sam, because Sam drove Dean to take on the Mark in the first place...

Dean tricked Sam into being possessed by that angel, and the angel killed Kevin...

"Sam."

Sam struggles to open his eyes, he really does, but it's not happening. His eyes feel heavy, like they're imbeded in concrete, and there's no way he can open them. Probably ever.

FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Sam."

The voice is soft, feminine, the tone pleading and maybe a little demanding, a little worried...

Cool, gentle fingers brush his forehead, tangle in his hair, brushing it back from his brow.

"Sam, love. Please open your eyes. It's Mom."

Ice floods Sam's veins, and it almost feels good, almost takes the edge off the prickly, sticky heat of his skin, almost shocks him awake.

Because there's no way in hell this can be real. And if it's another demon...

"Sam," the voice whispers, closer now, and he feels a cool breath of air on his brow just before cool lips are pressed there – and he knows it's a kiss, just knows, because it's happened before. Long ago, maybe, but he's definitely felt this before. "You're sick, baby. Really sick. I need you to wake up so I can give you a little water."

Sam's mouth is suddenly so dry he can barely think about anything else, suddenly all he can do is part his chapped, cracked lips and hope.

There's a rustling sound, then the rim of a plastic cup is pressed to his lip, tipped just a little so that water can trickle into his mouth. Sam coughs and the voice curses, moves closer again, almost right against his cheek.

"Come on, baby," it breathes, and Sam almost cries out because something has wedged under his shoulder, seems to be trying to raise him up a little, and it's excruciating, like every inch of skin and every muscle is on fire. But it works, angles his head and upper body just enough so the water can slip down his throat, forcing his swallowing reflex to kick in, despite how sore and swollen his throat feels.

"That's it," the voice murmurs, and Sam knows that voice. He's heard it before. It soothes and relaxes him, makes him sleepy. He turns toward it, encounters the soft warmth of another body, dimly registers the scrape of fabric against his cheek, a scent of something vaguely herbal with a hint of citrus...

"Shhh, it's okay now, Sam," the voice whispers. "Just go to sleep. You'll be right as rain when you wake up, I promise."

Sam feels his body relax muscle by muscle, all the pain and agony and soreness seeping away as he sinks down into a deep, dreamless sleep, held secure and safe in strong, comforting arms.

It isn't until he wakes up the next morning, fever gone, exhausted but no longer painfully sore everywhere, no longer shivering and desperately dehydrated, that he realizes he never saw her. He never opened his eyes. The dream was entirely without visuals, all sound and touch and taste and feel.

Not like a ghost at all.

He never mentions the strange visitation to Dean, after he finally finds him and they're together again. After Sam finally figures out how to fix Dean and things become normal again between them, at least for awhile. At least as normal as things ever get with them.

But Sam holds onto the memory of soft cotton against his fevered cheek, of cool breath on his forehead, of a smooth hand brushing the hair from his sweat-soaked skin. It's like his fevered brain was using a pre-verbal recollection to create the perfect hallucination, triggering a sense memory of being safe, secure, and loved, in an effort to help him heal.

Yet there will always be a part of Sam that believes his mother was really there that night, that somehow, some way, she escaped the confines of Heaven or wherever she is now, to come to the aid of her younger son in his hour of need.

This is what Sam believes, and it's part of his faith in the goodness of things that keeps him alive, that sustains him even when he knows he doesn't deserve it. Even when he knows he can't share in that goodness, he believes in it. Maybe even more so for being outside it, never able to be part of it.

Sam's mother is good. Sam's brother is good. Sam believes in them both, and his faith is what he has. It's who he is. Maybe it's all he'll ever be. But it saved him that night, and somehow he's better for it.

Somehow, it's enough.

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

*sniffle* That was so sad and heartwarming all at the same time, and a really nice touch having him never seeing Mary but choosing to believe it was real (and I think it was, Sam, I think it was).

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Aw, thanks. I was so inspired by this prompt! It just hit a nerve and made me think about Sam's faith and how he's never lost it, despite all he's been through. So glad that came through!

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

YOU GO, SAM.

I swear, Sam's faith is a powerful thing.

Nicely done! :D

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Yes. So much yes to Sam's unfailing faith. Esp. in recent episodes. Thank you!

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

\o/ I'm absolutely over the moon that you filled his prompt (after 11.04 I'm been craving some Sam and Mary together!)

This was beautiful, tender and bittersweet. I loved the timeline, with Dean absent and Sam out of his mind trying to find him, and how you crafted this perfectly so that Sam never saw Mary, but felt her presence, and had faith in that.

I adored this, thank you so much writing and sharing :)

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Thank YOU for this inspiring prompt! My mind went straight to 11.04 and Sam's dreams of his mother and whump! So glad you liked this!

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[septembers-coda.livejournal.com]

A beautiful, comforting reminder of a fundamental aspect of Sam's character, and one I've always loved him for: his faith. Returning him to infancy, contacting memories he never knew he had, is LOVELY. Great job.

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you :) I'm always moved by Sam's faith. Especially in recent episodes, where he so clearly still has it, despite everything. He's an inspiration in more ways than one, that's for sure.

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[septembers-coda.livejournal.com]

A beautiful, comforting reminder of a fundamental aspect of Sam's character, and one I've always loved him for: his faith. Returning him to infancy, contacting memories he never knew he had, is LOVELY. Great job.

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[thursdaysisters.livejournal.com]

Poor Sam is so screwed up, he doesn't even have real memories to base his hallucinations on *sob*

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Must be all those times Dean dropped him on his head when he was a baby! ;-)

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[madame-naan.livejournal.com]

Oh, I was hoping somebody would do this prompt! Your fill is beautiful - so sad and sweet ♥

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for this!

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

OH NO THIS IS NOT OKAY.

{sniff}

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

I know, I know... *pats you*

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[laughablelament]

Gorgeous fill. Really puts us in Sam's head, his body. Just love that! Heartbreaking, too, that lingering doubt in Sam that he's good, can ever be good. :'( That poor baby.

Re: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Exactly. I think about Bobby telling him he's a good man and it just breaks me. He needs to hear it more, poor guy. Thanks for this!

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[tipsy-kitty.livejournal.com]

So sad and lovely!

Re: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Thank you! <3

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[reggie11.livejournal.com]

That was so beautiful! *sniffle*

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

RE: FILLED: Hour of Darkness 2/2

[indiachick.livejournal.com]

That was so beautiful. I just adore the last few lines. The greatest thing about Sam is how, even at wit's end, he always seems to find hope in small things. <3