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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





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 [livejournal.com profile] fireheart13
1.) Las Vegas
2.) Dean
3.) Gall stones

Better Than Trick or Treat by [livejournal.com profile] septembers_coda
1. town of 200 people
2. john
3. parasite

What's in a Job by [livejournal.com profile] cherry916
1. the bunker
2. a service dog
3. PTSD

Hour of Darkness by [livejournal.com profile] amypond45
1. Squatting in an abandoned building.
2. Mary.
3. Fever dream.

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

Untitled by [livejournal.com profile] caranfindel
1. The bunker (maybe a newly discovered part?)
2. Dean
3. Impaled

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

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

Break No Bones by [livejournal.com profile] milly_gal
a) Bobby's panic room
b) Bobby and/or Dean
c) broken leg

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

Bleed by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] ameliacareful
1.) Setting: somewhere flat and Midwestern
2.) Other character: Dean
3.) H/C scenario: tornado related injuries

(Art) Untitled by [livejournal.com profile] cassiopeia7
1. pacific northwest
2. dean
3. drowning

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

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

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

(Art) Vatican Prison by [livejournal.com profile] amberdreams
1) Vatican jail cell
2) Dean
3) stigmata

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

Remember by [livejournal.com profile] soserendipity
1. A cornfield at night.
2. Dean.
3. Bleeding out.

Surf's Up by [livejournal.com profile] firesign10
1) The beach
2) Jess
3) Kelpie attack

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

Cor Unum by [livejournal.com profile] crowroad3
1) the bunker
2) Dean
3) heart condition

The Forest at Night by [livejournal.com profile] thursdaysisters
1) Car accident
2) John
3) Head Injury

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

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream by [livejournal.com profile] center_galaxy
1.) Stanford
2.) Brady
3.) Chronic insomnia

The Definition of Insanity by [livejournal.com profile] center_galaxy
1. The Impala
2. Dean
3. Gunshot wound to the gut

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

Shaken by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] tarotgal
1) Airport security gate
2) Dean
3) bullet wound

Trapped by [livejournal.com profile] cowboyguy
1. tunnels
2. Dean
3. mutism/voice loss

Cold as Ice by [livejournal.com profile] indiachick
1.) Byberry Mental Hospital
2.) Dean
3.) botched lobotomy

The Source of All Sorrows by [livejournal.com profile] center_galaxy
1.) Hospital
2.) Charlie
3.) coma

Draconids by [livejournal.com profile] crowroad3
1.) High school
2.) EMTs
3.) Fever

Like a Rock by [livejournal.com profile] caranfindel
1.) middle of nowhere
2.) Baby
3.) dislocated shoulder

Dead River by [livejournal.com profile] crowroad3
1. Impala
2. The ghost of a loved one
3. Poisoned

Broken Memories by [livejournal.com profile] cherry916
1) motel room
2) Jody Mills
3) head injury/concussion

Hidden by [livejournal.com profile] hugglewolf
1. backwoods
2. castiel
3. buckshot

Empty Hearts by [livejournal.com profile] center_galaxy
1.) Hospital
2.) Charlie
3.) Panic attack

Unsettled by [livejournal.com profile] cowboyguy
1.) the bunker in the middle of the night
2.) Dean
3.) stomach flu

Splintered by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] tarotgal
1. Roadhouse
2. Ellen
3. Respiratory illness

Bitter and Sick by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] themegalosaurus
1) Decrepit old building
2) A priest
3) Demonic possession

Maleficus by [livejournal.com profile] crowroad3
1. Field at night
2. Witch doctors
3. Blood-letting

Sup by [livejournal.com profile] hugglewolf
1) A grassy field at night
2) Castiel
3) Poison

It's Gotta Be a Damn Ghost by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] center_galaxy
1) Somewhere watery
2) Dean
3) Amnesia

Dis(connected) by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] cowboyguy
1) the woods
2) Dean
3) bitten by a snake

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

Check It Out by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] harrigan
1. A boathouse
2. Dean
3. Permanent physical disability (knee/hip/leg etc)

If Only by [livejournal.com profile] foolscapper
1. Hell, the cage
2. Castiel
3. hallucinations

Bitten (art) by [livejournal.com profile] foolscapper
1.) zombie infested suburbia
2.) Dean, Bobby
3.) bitten

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

The Mustard Seed by [livejournal.com profile] 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.

FILL: I Can Move Forward Looking Back (Teen) 1/2

Date: 2015-11-05 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hugglewolf.livejournal.com
(This somehow veered into Sam being an indirect victim of PTSD but I figured it'd tide you over until someone does a proper fill, hope you don't mind)

Bobby had vouched for the guy, and that had been enough.

Enough for Dean to, albeit grudgingly, hand his brother off to Penman even as he gave the other hunter a look that promised painful drawn out death if he didn’t look after him.

Enough for Sam to roll his eyes once he knew Dean was looking at him again, before he got into Penman’s SUV and they roared out of the scrap yard.

Bobby had fucking promised the guy was as straight down the centre as they came, so why Sam was now on his stomach, hands tied behind his back, he had no idea.

Penman was pacing backwards and forwards in the small cabin, fists pressing into his temples. “Can’t shut them out,” he groaned. “Shush, babies, I know, I know! Stop hurting them!”

Sam winced as Penman staggered, and one foot came dangerously close to tramping on his head.

“Tell me, Roy,” he soothed. “Tell me what you can hear. I promise you, man, there’s just us in here but if you talk to me….”

When the other man drew his gun and aimed it at Sam’s head, he wished he’d kept quiet. “You brought it here, didn’t you? Didn’t you? Else how did it know where I was?”

Before it was as if Penman had forgotten Sam was there. Now Sam had his sole attention.

“I swear,” he said, trying to keep his voice level. “I didn’t tell anybody. We came here to find the witch, remember? The one that made that guy drive the school bus off the bridge. That’s why we’re here. You remember Bobby sending us here?”

Penman’s hand shook a little which wasn’t comforting when it held a gun pointing at him, but his conviction that Sam was some kind of threat seeming to be wavering as well.

“Bobby. Yeah, I remember Bobby. He…he saved my life. He stopped it before it could get me too. You know Bobby?”

Sam knew it was too soon to be relieved. “Yeah. He’s kind of like my dad. He wouldn’t want you to hurt me, Roy. Why don’t you try to call him? He’ll vouch for me.”

Penman looked a little lost, like he had a million directions to choose from and no idea which was the safest route to pick. He pulled his cell from his pocket, and for a tantalising moment he transferred his focus from Sam to it.

Sam was tempted. It was risky, but he could sweep Penman’s legs and once he was on the floor, he could probably choke him out. But if Penman didn’t drop the gun, or got off a lucky shot, things would head even further south than they already were.

If Penman just phoned Bobby, Sam knew the older hunter could snap the guy out of whatever flashback or hallucination he was suffering, and then this would be over.

“How do I know,” Penman snarled suddenly, “that you haven’t got to him already? You tried that before with me, and I lost my family because of it. Lured us right out to a cabin like this, and you were there waiting and you massacred them. I haven’t forgotten it. No. No calling Bobby.”


From: [identity profile] hugglewolf.livejournal.com
He threw the phone at Sam, and it clipped the back of his head not far from where Penman had whacked him with the butt of his gun when he’d first flipped out.

Penman turned away, started to pace again, and Sam knew he had no other choice now. He hooked one long leg around both of Penman’s and that was enough to bring him down to his knees. Sam drove his foot into the man’s face with enough force to send him sprawling onto his back, and it was easy enough then to scissor his legs around Penman’s neck and just squeeze.

Penman wheezed and struggled, fingers clawing at Sam’s jeans. He still had the gun, but it was probably too hard to aim when he was losing consciousness. Sam kept the pressure up, watching the other man’s face go from deep red to purple to blue.

He didn’t want to kill him, but he had to be sure he was no longer a threat.

When his struggles weakened to the point where Sam knew it was let go or finish him, he unhooked his legs and kicked Penman away from him.

He turned onto his back, tugged his knees into his chest and managed to stretch his arms over his feet. With his hands in front of him, it was easier to get his knife and saw through the ropes.

Penman didn’t stir once, and when he was free Sam felt for a pulse.

There wasn’t one. He tried CPR for nearly fifteen minutes, but it was pretty clear he’d taken the guy out. Permanently.

Hurt, suddenly as exhausted as if he’d been fighting a room full of demons, Sam got his phone from his pocket, and dialled Bobby’s number.

::

Sam had helped Bobby deal with Penman’s body, burning it way out back of the scrap yard and then burying the remains under one of the old wrecks that littered the property.

He might have come close to killing him, but he was still a hunter, and Sam believed in taking care of their own.

Afterwards, Bobby poured them a couple of glasses of whiskey and sat down next to him on the porch.

“Dean’s heading back early,” he said. “Reckons maybe 3, 4 a.m. He’s pretty pissed. Mostly at me.”

Sam shook his head, not surprised but still hoping Dean would try to take a step back before he got himself all fired up. “Not like you knew he’d freak out because we found an old cabin. What happened to him, Bobby?”

Bobby drained his glass and set it down next to him. “I’d been tracking something in Arkansas. It was killing people, families, and every time it looked like they’d just let the damn thing in. Stumbled over Roy when it was about to kill him.

“His family had an old cabin in the hills, and he got a call from what he thought was his father, inviting him, the wife and the two kiddies over to stay for the weekend. They’d been going through a rough patch, he thought it’d help them fix things up. And the minute they walked through the door it was on them. Tore the wife apart first, then the little girls, and made him watch.”

Sam let out a breathy sigh. “I couldn’t get through to him. He thought I was it, or I was helping it, I don’t know. I tried, Bobby.”

Bobby nudged his shoulder. “Hell, son, I know that. I knew he wasn’t over it – you don’t just get over something like that – but I figured he had a hold on it. Didn’t think he’d have a trigger. But you’re still here, Sam, and that’s all that matters.”


From: [identity profile] madebyme-x.livejournal.com
What a great take on the prompt! I felt really sorry for Sam, being in this situation and forced into doing what he thought he had to in order to survive.

Thank you for sharing :)
From: [identity profile] hugglewolf.livejournal.com
Thank you for reading and commenting. Poor Sam, he never gets any easy decisions.

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