ohsam | OhSam Triple Play 2015!

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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

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.

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From:

cowboyguy.livejournal.com

Sam wakes with a groan, disoriented and numb. He opens his eyes, and it doesn’t make a difference. It’s pitch black all around him. For a few horrifying moments, he thinks he’s gone blind, and then he remembers the sensation of being dragged, hauled down rocky tunnels by his wrists, deeper and deeper into the mountain.

He tries to move, tries to get a sense of where he is, and there’s a sudden pain like lightning surging through his arms and shoulders. He gasps, trying to curl in on himself, and there’s the sound of metal on metal as his arms are pulled back. He’s chained to the wall, immobilized, and there’s no way to get to a weapon, no way to contact Dean.

He is so screwed.

* * *

He falls in and out of consciousness, feeling lightheaded and dizzy every time he wakes up. No amount of wriggling will get his hands free, and every attempt sends shooting pains through his shoulders.

“Hmmmm…” he groans, deep in his chest, and closes his eyes, not that it makes much of a difference.

The only advantage he has going for him right now is that the thing that took him hasn’t come back yet. He’s not even sure what it was, just has a memory of clammy gray skin and wild red eyes, a feral snarl and sharp claws when he’d tried to struggle out of its grasp.

The numbness is starting to spread, inching its way down his body.

He can’t help the whimper that escapes him. It’s never been this bad before. There’s always Dad or Dean there with him, someone to be his backup. Half the time they won’t even let him go on hunts, tell him it’s too dangerous, that he’ll get hurt. And now, who knows what will happen. The creature will come back and he’ll be eaten slowly, or it’ll forget about him and he’ll starve in here, or maybe he’ll just pass out and that’ll be it, or—

“Sam!” The sound is far off and faint, but it’s there. He knows that voice.

Dean.

His head drops back and he lets out a little happy sound of relief. Dean is here.

“Sammy?” Dean’s voice calls again, echoing off the rock walls of the tunnels, and suddenly Sam realizes his problem. Dean is somewhere inside the abandoned mine, but Sam has no way to reach out, no way to bring him closer. It’ll take hours for Dean to find him, and by then it might be too late. By then, the monster might be back.

Tears spring to his eyes, and he curses his stupid brain, his stupid muscles, his own inability to speak. “Ee-ah,” he manages, approximating his brother’s name, but he’s never been very good with shouting, can’t control his own voice, much less the volume of it. Dean’s never going to hear him.

But Sam can’t just give up. He can’t be this close to being rescued, only to be lost forever.

He feels around with his feet in the dark, and lands on a pile of rocks, the jagged edges pressing against his foot through his shoes. With all the strength he can muster, he kicks out, sending the rocks flying, the sound echoing off the cave walls as they tumble over each other. It’s not much, but it’s a start, and if he can hear Dean, maybe Dean heard that. He leans back against the wall, and the chains clink together above him. He instinctively looks up, even though there’s nothing to see in the midnight black room. He swings his arms forward, then back, trying to make as much noise as possible with the chains. Each movement is agony, but he tries to ride through the pain, panting and groaning with each jolt through his body. It has to work. There’s no other option.

“Sam!” Dean calls again, and there’s something different about his voice. Something sure, something closer. Sam thinks he can hear footsteps.

He keeps going, writhing against the pull of the iron manacles, kicking his feet against pebbles and dirt and the cold cave floor.

“Nnnnn!” he cries, getting desperate. Come on, Dean, come on.

From:

cowboyguy.livejournal.com

And all of a sudden, there’s a light, the faint glimmer of it illuminating the cave wall. It’s further down and still far off, and Sam realizes that he’s at the top of a hill. He kicks out again, makes contact with something that might have been a skull, and it skitters away from him, bouncing down the slope and pulling more tiny pebbles along with it. It sounds like a rain stick, tiny particles making contact with each other in a miniature avalanche.

The flashlight beam moves, gets closer, and then there is a shadowy figure at the bottom of the slope.

“Sammy!” Dean cries, shining the flashlight up.

The sudden light is blinding, and Sam turns his head away with a sharp cry. But inside, he is flooded with relief. Dean is here. Dean is here.

There’s the sound of falling rocks again, louder this time, as Dean scrambles up the incline towards him.

“Hang on, buddy, I’m coming,” he calls.

“Aaah… Eee-ah…” Sam can’t control his own mouth, the sounds tumbling out of him as he watches his brother get closer. He’s breathing in great gasps, the pain momentarily forgotten over the joy of being rescued.

And then Dean is right next to him, the flashlight beam illuminating his dirty face and dusty jacket and Sam has never been happier to see his brother.

“Oh, Sammy,” Dean breathes, and reaches up, feeling his brother’s face, wiping away the tears tracking down Sam’s cheeks. “You okay? You hurt?”

Sam shakes his head and then groans, because yes, actually. Yes, he is hurt. But all he really wants Dean to do is get him out of there.

Dean looks up, examining the chains, and then directs his gaze toward Sam. “I’m gonna lift you up, okay?” he says, and Sam nods through the tingling in his neck and shoulders. “One, two… three!” Dean grunts as he lifts his younger brother’s weight, and Sam does all he can to push his arms forward as the chain goes slack. His arms flop down onto Dean’s shoulders with a nauseating thump, and Sam can’t help but cry out softly.

“Sorry, sorry.” Dean eases him to the floor, arranging Sam’s still chained arms in his lap. The sudden rush of blood through his veins sends his nerves into overdrive, and his fingers twitch as he tries to wake up the dead limbs. He feels useless without his hands, unable to sign anything, to ask how Dean had found him, where Dad is, whether they’d killed the creature that took him. But none of that really matters right now, because he and Dean have the same priority — getting the hell out. “C’mon, kiddo, let’s get out of here,” Dean says, and helps Sam stumble to his feet.

They start shuffling forward, the beam of Dean’s flashlight bouncing across the uneven ground. Dean’s got an arm wrapped around Sam, one hand gripping him tight to keep him steady, and he’s too preoccupied to notice the movement at the bottom of the tunnel. But Sam sees it, and it’s not Dad, not human.

“Mmmah—!” He manages to say, nudging Dean to get him to look up.

It all happens in a flash after that.

There’s an unearthly howl as the creature sees its captive has gotten loose, and the dark silhouette lumbers toward them.

“Shit!” Dean swears, and Sam is quickly deposited against the wall of the tunnel, lurching into the rock with enough force to bruise. Dean pulls his gun out, and there’s a bright flash and a double burst of gunfire that leaves Sam’s ears ringing. In the flashlight beam arcing across the tunnel, Sam can just make out the slumped form of the emaciated creature at the bottom of the slope. Sam stares at it, dazed, until Dean moves next to him again and he sees more than hears Dean saying, “Are you okay?”

He nods slowly, and feels himself being pulled back up as they make their way carefully down the tunnel and towards daylight.

From:

cowboyguy.livejournal.com

By the time they get back to the Impala, the feeling is returning to Sam’s arms, and he knows for a fact that it’s going to hurt like hell for a few days. He winces as Dean eases him into the passenger seat, and then holds out his hands as Dean digs the bolt cutters out of the trunk. The chains and cuffs slide off easily after that, and Dean carefully wraps Sam’s hands in a couple of Ace bandages, stabilizing his wrists. After Dean finishes up and climbs behind the wheel, Sam signs a clumsy thank you to his brother, a soft noise of appreciation escaping his lips.

“You’re welcome,” Dean says, ruffling Sam’s hair and eliciting a scowl from his brother. “Betcha Dad’s never gonna let you out of his sight again, though.”

Sam rolls his eyes and slaps the dashboard, commanding Dean to get moving.

From:

caranfindel.livejournal.com

Teen Sam! This is awesome. The tension of Sam not being able to make Dean hear him is wonderful - I was thinking "kick, Sam, kick!" and then he did! :-D

From:

madebyme-x.livejournal.com

An action packed, tension filled read! I loved seeing Sam struggle to verbalize his locations, only then to release he can noise with the rocks and chains.

It was such a relief to see Den come to the rescue. Thank you for sharing :)

From:

madame-naan.livejournal.com

Oh, this is amazing! I loved all the details, and the fear and confusion you got through Sam's POV.

From:

reggie11.livejournal.com

Just love teen Sam with a disability, it makes everything even more harrowing. Nicely done.

From:

hugglewolf.livejournal.com

Brilliant story, well done.

From:

dollarformyname.livejournal.com

A thousand years later ... I'M SO SO SO SORRY I forgot to comment on this before! D: I thought I had, I really did! I'm terrible and flaky and I apologize!

Not only did you do an awesome job of taking Sam's voice--my faaaavorite thing--you messed up Sam's beautiful hands and I looove it! <333 That feeling of helplessness wen he realizes he can't communicate the way he's used to? YESSS. And Dean to the rescue! Always a good time. Thank you for the fantastic fill, and sorry again for flaking! /o\