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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.

Fingerprint (1/2)

Date: 2015-11-10 02:32 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
A/N: this was made so much harder by it being in the Impala. Definitely not how i thought this fic would turn out. Hope it somewhat works for you? (also, so much schmoop it's not even funny)



The thing was, it wasn't even anything serious. The hunt had been almost underwhelming--actually, most everything was, what with the apocalypse raging.

Still, Sam was hurt. Dean pulled the Impala over under a decent streetlamp.

"Are we stopping?" Sam's voice was weary.

"Don't have the new credit cards. We're going to have to rough it tonight," Dean said (not apologetically, it wasn't his fault).

Sam glanced out the window. "Couldn't you find somewhere darker? That light's going to keep me up all night."

"We gotta take care of your back, first," Dean explained. "I'd rather not attempt to juggle a flashlight while doing so."

Sam's expression was unreadable. "Dean, it's not that bad. All I need is a shower or a hose to rinse it off. I don't even think there's any broken skin."

"Well, we'd have to see to know, right?"

"I'm serious, Dean. Just leave it. Doesn't even hurt."

Dean weighed that. On the one hand, it was going to be difficult to even perform decent first aid on the side of the road. On the other, he hated thinking that--despite what Sam might claim--his brother would be in pain the whole night until they managed to find some kind of motel or abandoned cabin.

Well, it wasn't like Dean had that much pride (anymore). He might as well try begging. "C'mon," he said persuasively, "humor me."

Sam's face was shadowed, despite the lamp. Slowly, he got out of the car, stripping off his outer shirt and under shirt. Dean grunted as he levered himself out. Digging up the grave hadn't done his muscles any favors.

Dean whistled when he caught sight of Sam's back. "Doesn't hurt? Yeah, right, try again."

There was an impressive swath of road rash across Sam's back. The ghost had dragged him by one foot across the stony ground while Dean had finished off the bones.

"How do you want to do this?" Dean asked.

"I can just wash it off." Sam rounded the car to get to the trunk. He pulled out one of the gallons they kept in the back, uncapped it, and haphazardly sent it spilling over his shoulder while bent awkwardly.

"Dude, enough. Hand it over."

There was something Dean couldn't read in Sam's eyes. It bugged him. He took the jug from Sam slowly. He reached out to grasp Sam's shoulder, and Sam . . . Sam flinched. From him.

Dean swallowed, feeling off-kilter and nauseous. "Sam?"

"Startled me," Sam obviously lied. Dean chose to ignore it for the moment, pressing Sam down so he could get to his back.

"Some debris in here," he muttered after rinsing thoroughly. "We better stick to the flashlight after all."

Sam sounded resigned. "Fine."

They ended up wedged into the backseat of the Impala, Sam awkwardly twisted around so that his face was mashed against the door and Dean kneeling behind him, flashlight between his teeth. Dean put a hand on Sam's flank to calm him before he got started, only to have Sam flinch again. He pulled back, the nauseous feeling in his gut turning into a bitter taste at the back of his throat.

Sam didn't flinch as Dean used tweezers to remove bits of rock and bark.

"I think that's the last of it," Dean finally said. "C'mon, I gotta clean it out one more time."

Dean poured the water, patting Sam's back dry and applying some antibiotic cream to the deepest cuts. As he smoothed a bandage over the wounds, Dean stilled. He couldn't remember the last time taking care of Sam like he was now.

"That okay?" he asked gruffly.

"Yeah." Sam was trembling minutely under Dean's hand. He moved away, skittish and wary. "You can have the back seat."

RE: Fingerprint (2/2)

Date: 2015-11-10 02:33 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The two slowly went about getting settled for the night by moving the Impala (away from the light), taking showers (ratty towels soaked in some water followed by generous amounts of deodorant), and makeshift pillows (folded sweatshirts).

In the silence of the car, Dean heard Sam's hiss as he tried to lie down on his back. He shifted, cautiously, like he thought Dean wouldn't notice.

"Why did you flinch?"

Dean's voice was too loud, the space in the Impala too confined.

"W-what?"

"When I touched you. You flinched." Dean swallowed back the hurt that threatened to well up. "I get that a lot has happened, but if you don't trust me, then it's dangerous for us to hunt together. You know that."

"No, Dean! It's, it's not that. It's not you it's--"

"If you end that with 'it's me,' I'm officially labelling you a chick," Dean warned.

"Just forget about it, Dean."

(Like he didn't know Dean could never forget about things like this).

Dean sighed, pulling himself up and leaning over the seat to stare down at Sam. "I'm being serious. What's going on?"

Sam closed his eyes as if he was trying to avoid Dean. His voice was soft, shuddery. "I was surprised."

"You saw my hand coming towards you."

"I know that. But I didn't think . . . I didn't think you'd actually touch me."

Dean frowned. "Why not?"

"It's nothing."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Sam, c'mon, tell me."

"I said no, Dean."

"Saaa--"

Sam's eyes finally opened, his voice sharp and quick. "C'mon, Dean. You haven't been able to stand touching me since the demon blood."

Both of them froze. In the dim light, Dean saw Sam's adam's apple convulse as he swallowed.

Dean got out of the car. For a moment, he simply leaned against the Impala, feeling the weight of the apocalypse, of hell, of the entire world on his shoulders. Then he rolled his eyes at himself for being overdramatic and slid into the front seat of the Impala. Sam frantically scrambled to get upright, but Dean stilled him with a hand to his chest.

"It was never about that," Dean said. "I didn't realize."

Sam's eyes were still wary (broken). Dean shut the door, leaning against it so he could drag Sam up against himself. Sam felt stiff, unnatural.

"I'm sorry, Sammy," he said.

In increments, Sam relaxed. Dean kept his eyes closed, keeping his grip tight around Sam's waist. Sam had always been tactile, using physical touch as a comfort to know his loved ones were alive and well. Dean had forgotten.

"Say anything to anyone and I will cut your hair off," Dean remembered to warn him.

Sam reached an arm around, haphazardly gathering the various blankets and shoving them behind Dean to support his back. Then he turned over onto his stomach in Dean's embrace, smashing his face into Dean's neck. "Deal, jerk," he mumbled.

"Bitch," Dean said fondly.

RE: Fingerprint (2/2)

Date: 2015-11-10 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madebyme-x.livejournal.com
What a great fill for the prompt! I loved how you linked in a hunt, and the road rash too.

Thank you for sharing :)

RE: Fingerprint (2/2)

Date: 2015-11-13 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] caranfindel.livejournal.com
awwwww... <3

RE: Fingerprint (2/2)

Date: 2016-02-14 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollarformyname.livejournal.com
Ack! I'm a million and one years late and for that I apologize! I really thought I'd commented the first time I read this but I didn't and I suck. SO SORRY.

Anyway!

Sam's back! *pets it* I love that you messed up his back. And that you had him flinching, ugh. And then Dean being like, okay, so obviously we need to cuddle now, after he figured out the problem. <3 So lovely! Thank you thank you for the fill! I'm sorry again that I flaked on this, beautiful anon!

RE: Fingerprint (2/2)

Date: 2016-03-09 02:36 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I had forgotten about this for a while and then I checked today and woo, you commented! It means a lot to hear back from the person who put up the prompt, thank you so much :D

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