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

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

1. Crappy motel room
2. Dean and John
3. Strep throat

FILLED: It's Gotta Be a Hex part 1

[tarotgal]

There were crappy motel rooms and then there were crappy motel rooms. This was one of the latter. No matter how he jiggled or thwacked the temperature controls, the air just would not cut on. The result was a stiflingly humid room Sam couldn’t breathe in. On top of that, the windows didn’t even open. He’d thought about opening the door a crack or even throwing something through the window, just for a chance at some cool, fresh air. But he didn’t want his dad to wake up and find he’d messed up the salt line or caused damage management would make them pay for.

So Sam lay in bed, trying to breathe. But his head felt so hot and stuffed. Every breath in was agony as it hit the back of his throat. How had his dad and brother managed to fall asleep like this? Granted, these days John was out before he hit the bottom of the bottle of Jack, and Dean had always been good at dropping off when John was there. When it was just him and Sammy, he was always the last to fall asleep and first to wake up. Even though Sam was a teenager now, Dean still looked after him like he was a little kid. Sam wondered when that would change.

He wondered if it would change. And he wondered it while lying on his side of the crappy motel room bed, listening to his dad’s steady snores and Dean’s heavy, slow breathing. Sam wanted to be sure they were both asleep before he got up. He kept an eye on Dean the whole time, half-expecting his brother to get up. But Dean slept on, passed out on his back with one arm draped over his chest, the other dangling off the side of the bed. If Sam believed in monsters under the bed, that hand would soon be gone for sure.

But Sam didn’t believe in those. He did, however, believe in every other kind of monster. Because he’d seen them. He’d fought them. And they were a whole lot scarier that something that lies in wait and nibbles your fingers while you sleep. Demons were devious and cruel. Creatures were violent and unpredictable. And witches were self-centered and unforgiving.

Sam wasn’t sure which was at work on him right now, but he meant to find out. Cautiously, he crept over to Dad’s bed and searched around in the dark until he found a duffel bag so heavy it could have been used to haul bowling balls around. The sound of the zipper as Sam slowly, oh so slowly, unzipped the bag was loud enough to make Sam’s ears buzz. His heart pounded, and he kept his gaze trained on the bed, expecting his big brother to wake up at any second.

Finally he got the bag opened and pulled out the book that was on top of the stack in there. He wasn’t sure which book it was, but it didn’t matter; he planned on going through them all tonight. Because something was most definitely wrong.

It wasn’t just the stifling heat of the room that was getting to Sam. Dean was sleeping without his shirt off, but he was half under the covers and there wasn’t a bead of sweat on his forehead. Sam, on the other hand, kept dragging his sleeve across his forehead as he felt sweat starting to trickle down his face. His head thumped painfully as he sat in the bathroom, trying to make out the words by the light of a dimly glowing bathroom light switch. The tiles that were starting to come off the wall dug into his back. He kept banging his arm against the rusty pipe under the sink. And his whole body hurt to sit there, even after he stuffed one of the rough bathroom towels under his butt as a sort of cushion.

Most of this book was in Latin. Sam could make out a lot of it, but this meant he couldn’t skim it for words like ‘fever’ and ‘aches’ and ‘sore throat.’ Oh God, his throat. The thing felt like it was on fire, hundreds of degrees hotter than it was supposed to feel. This wasn’t normal. Sam had been sick loads of times before. But this wasn’t how a cold or even the flu felt. So this had to be something supernatural. And, with any luck, he’d find it in the book and figure out how to fix it before his dad or brother woke up.

Sam ruled out demonic possession pretty quickly. He figured he wouldn’t be in the right might to research if that were the case. It still could have been a curse or a hex. Or some residuals leftover after their last hunt. Or… or… well, Sam didn’t really know. That’s why he was reading.

FILLED: It's Gotta Be a Hex part 2

[tarotgal]

But that would have been easier to do if he felt better. Every breath out felt hotter than the one before. It was starting to get even harder to draw breath in the stifling room. Setting the book down on the peeling linoleum bathroom floor, Sam got up and turned the water on in the sink. It was just a little trickle, soft enough so that it wouldn’t wake his dad or Dean. Sam ran it cold and shivered as his fingers passed through the water. He cupped his hand there and caught enough for a quick gulp. He slurped up the blessedly cold water, letting it linger against the roof of his mouth and back of his throat for a second before swallowing.

Or, rather, before trying to swallow. As soon as he tried, he recoiled, coughing. A few drops made it down, but the rest of the mouthful of water spilled down his shirt. All of that could have been dealt with all right, but he’d also let out an involuntary scream of pain. It felt like someone was stabbing at his throat from the inside with a dull, serrated blade.

“Sammy?”

Damn it! Sam coughed and dragged an arm across his face as Dean let himself into the bathroom. His sleepy older brother blinked in confusion, taking in Sam, the book, and the still running water. He had a knife in one hand, his sawed-off in the other. Neither was going to be much help to Sam right now.

“What the hell’s wrong?”

Sam shook his head. His hot, stuffed, throbbing head. “Don’t know,” he said, his voice a little higher in pitch and a lot rougher in tone than normal. “Might be a curse?”

Dean set the gun down by the side of the sink, turned off the water, then flipped the light switch.

Sam winced as the room was flooded with light, squeezing his eyes closed tight. As such, he was taken by surprise to suddenly feel Dean’s hand cup his forehead. “You’re burning up, kiddo. You hurt anywhere? Ears?”

Sam shook his head and tried to speak again. “Th…” He cleared his throat three times and wished drinking would help, but that pain had been excruciating. “Throat,” he finally managed.

“Yeah?” Dean’s hand travelled down to Sam’s neck, feeling around and pressing on spots that hurt. But Sam did not best not to cry out again. “Go ahead and open your mouth for me?”

It was a request, not an order. This was Dean, not Dad. But Sam obeyed at once. He stood there, feeling foolish and worried both at once. What could this be? A parasite? Some bad hoodoo?

“Strep throat. How’d you manage that?”

Sam shrugged, glancing over at the book. Strep throat? That seemed too easy a solution. And, anyway, that was for little kids. What was he doing at fourteen with his first ever case of strep throat?

“I’ll get you some Tylenol to help with the pain,” Dean told him. “And we’ll wait to see what Dad says in the morning, but I think you’ve earned yourself a trip to an emergency clinic.”

Sam groaned, forgetting how much it hurt to do that. He very nearly cried out again. Dad was going to kill him. They had a schedule to keep, and getting sick wasn’t anywhere in the plans. “You sure it isn’t a hex?”

Dean chuckled as he headed out of the bathroom, feeling around the room in the dark to find their first aid kit.

RE: FILLED: It's Gotta Be a Hex part 2

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

Ah, a classic! Ye olde strep throat. :)

RE: FILLED: It's Gotta Be a Hex part 2

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

I loved this! That Sam thought he was cursed, thy he doggedly and stubbornly tried to find the answer by himself. I really enjoyed Dean too, the gentle teasing and the way he examined Sam.

A classic, and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

RE: FILLED: It's Gotta Be a Hex part 2

[thursdaysisters.livejournal.com]

Ha! That was cute :-D

RE: FILLED: It's Gotta Be a Hex part 2

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

That's just adorable!

RE: FILLED: It's Gotta Be a Hex part 2

[amypond45.livejournal.com]

Oh my gosh, this is great! I love Sam just insisting it has to be something supernatural, all the sneaking around trying to research his condition, worrying about how mad his dad will be when he finds out, then Dean-the-light-sleeper of course hearing his little brother suffering and coming to his "rescue," (shotgun and blade in hand, of course!)...Then being all big brother and figuring it out right away in his matter-of-fact, practical way...Now I need some chicken soup and warm & fuzzy pjs & S1 SPN fer what ails ya! :) Thank you so much for filling this prompt -- I needed this more than I can say! :)

RE: FILLED: It's Gotta Be a Hex part 2

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

Awww, Sammy! I love the fact that he's sitting in the bathroom, in the dark, trying to read by the glow of the light switch because he doesn't want to wake up his dad and Dean. And the sound of that zipper in the quiet room, and the sounds of Dean and John's breathing. And Dean asking Sam to open his mouth instead of telling him, so gentle and concerned. Loved this!

RE: FILLED: It's Gotta Be a Hex part 2

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

Loved this. Protective big brother Dean FTW.

But damn, poor Sam thinking he will get in trouble for getting sick but not for getting cursed.

Bloody John Winchester.