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:

caranfindel.livejournal.com

It all happens so fast. One minute she's flirting with the lone customer in the coffee shop, a cute tall guy who ordered a latte to go, and trying to figure out if he's reading her nametag or looking down her shirt. The next minute, a creepy guy with flat, dead eyes is standing in the doorway, pointing a gun at her.

Tall Guy immediately moves in front of her, positioning himself between her and Dead Eyes. "Drop the gun," he says calmly.

It's a robbery,she tries to say, just stand back and I'll open the register. But all that comes out is a squeaky "robbery."

Tall Guy and Dead Eyes both shake their heads. "I don't care about the money," Dead Eyes tells her, eerily calm. "All I wanna do is blow your head off."

"You don't want to do that," says Tall Guy, just as calmly.

"No, I do," says Dead Eyes. "I've always wanted to. And now I finally can."

"Okay," says Tall Guy. "But it's gonna be me, not her." He extends his arms, palms facing out, like he's trying to make himself bigger, more of a shield. "Carrie?" he says, without looking away from Dead Eyes. "Is there a back door in the kitchen?"

She nods, then realizes he can't see her. "Yes," she says, her throat almost too dry to make a sound.

"Get out of here," he says. "Go out the back door." But she can't move; she's frozen to the spot and she doesn't want to leave him. "Go," he barks, still maintaining eye contact with Dead Eyes. "Now."

Carrie scurries into the kitchen, even opens the back door and lets it slam shut, but she doesn't leave. She hides behind the walk-in and peeks around the corner. He saved her, he made himself a fucking human shield and saved her, and she can't abandon him.

"Look," Tall Guy says, quietly. "I know what's going on. I know what you're feeling. There's nothing stopping you now. All those inhibitions, that little voice that said don't, that's all gone. But you know what's gonna happen, don't you? Carrie probably already called the cops." (Oh, crap. She should have, she should have run outside and called the cops, and now she can't get to a phone without Dead Eyes seeing her.) "Is it really worth spending the rest of your life in jail just to scratch that one little itch?"

"You don't know jack shit about what I'm feeling," Dead Eyes moans. "It's not a fucking itch. It's all I want. It's all I can fucking think about!"

The gunshot is loud, so loud. Carrie covers her ears and shrieks, but Dead Eyes is still yelling and can't hear her. Tall Guy spins to the side and then slams against the wall, clutching his left arm. He stumbles a little but stays upright, leaning on the wall. "Okay," he says, and he really sounds a lot calmer than anyone in situation should be. "Got it out of your system now?"

Dead Eyes laughs and shoots again, this time hitting Tall Guy in the leg, and now he collapses to his knees. He's grabbing at his leg now, but down by his boot, lower than the gunshot wound. As Dead Eyes looms over him, pointing the gun at his forehead, she sees a flash of metal. Tall Guy whips a knife out of his boot and lunges at Dead Eyes. There's a scream and a gunshot and a lot more screaming, and Carrie realizes it's her. She clamps her hands over her mouth until she can stop, and then runs over to Tall Guy, who's sprawled on the floor with blood on his chest.

"Oh god," she says, pulling away his jacket. "Oh god, oh god." The wound is bleeding heavily, but it's a steady flow, not pulsing. She jumps when Tall Guy grabs her wrist.

"Go check on him," he gasps.

She glances over to Dead Eyes, who has a big-ass knife embedded in his chest and doesn't look like he's going anywhere. "He's dead, I think."

"Crap." Tall Guy says quietly, and yeah, that's an understatement. "Okay. I need you to get me a towel." She hurries into the kitchen, and glares at Dead Eyes' carcass on her way back out. "It's not his fault," Tall Guy says quietly, as she kneels next to him. "Can you fold that up and put pressure on the wound?"

"He fucking shot you," she mutters, putting the towel over his wound and pressing down gently. "How is it not his fault?"

From:

caranfindel.livejournal.com

He looks impossibly sad over Dead Eyes' fate. "He lost his soul. It wasn't his fault." Okay, Tall Guy's losing it here, getting a little delirious. Or he's getting religious, and does that mean he's dying? No no no no no. The towel is already soaked in blood and oh, god, don't die, please don't die.

"Listen," she says, "I need to go to the phone. I need to call an ambulance."

"No, wait," he says, and his voice is suddenly very weak, his face so pale. "Mine's in my pocket. Can you get it?" He nods toward his left pocket, and she's suddenly very aware of his arm and leg, also bleeding, and the growing puddle of blood surrounding him, and again she silently pleads, please don't die. He winces in pain when she digs the phone out of his pocket, and by the time she's given the dispatcher the address of the coffee shop, he's even more pale, and his lips are turning blue.

"Hey," she says, suddenly desperate to keep him awake. "I'm disappointed. I thought you were checking me out earlier, but you were obviously just reading my nametag. So you know my name but I don't know yours."

"Pink," he mumbles.

"Pink? Your name is Pink?"

He smiles a tiny ghost of a smile. "My name is Sam. Your bra is pink." Suddenly he starts coughing, blood bubbling out of the corner of his mouth. "Need to sit up," he wheezes. "Can't breathe." There's nowhere she can grab him where it won't hurt, so she puts her arms under his and pulls him upright, leaning him against the wall, and tries not to hear his brief cry of pain.

"One more thing," he says, and more blood dribbles out of his mouth as he speaks. "Need you... call my brother." He stops and gasps for breath. "Dean. My phone. Tell him I'm okay. Tell him I'm going to the hospital but I'm okay."

"But you're..." She doesn't want to tell him he's not okay, but she also thinks his brother needs to know how seriously he's been wounded.

"Tell him I'm okay," he says, more firmly. "Don't want him to freak out." He closes his eyes and slumps to the side, and her heart leaps into her throat, but she sees his chest still rising and falling.

She finds the entry for Dean and is relieved when he doesn't answer, because she doesn't really want to talk to the guy. Doesn't want to tell him she's afraid his brother is dying. She leaves a message, tells him his brother's been shot but he's okay, and they're waiting for an ambulance (doesn't say I'm waiting, I'm not entirely sure he's even going to be alive when I hang up the phone), and he should meet him at the hospital. Then she sits there and quietly presses one hand against Tall Guy's (Sam, his name is Sam) bloody chest wound while she strokes his uninjured arm with the other and tells him he's going to be okay.

When she hears the sirens, she suddenly realizes she forgot something important. She picks up Sam's phone again and leaves another message for Dean. "He saved my life. Tell him I said thank you."

From:

themegalosaurus.livejournal.com

ahhhhhh i love this one. i liked this prompt a lot and you did it so nicely - the current canon setting and sam checking out carrie's bra (SAM YOU MINX) and how calm and big and gentle he is. and i love the ending A LOT

From:

caranfindel.livejournal.com

Thank you! (And don't think I'm not obsessing over your Dr Cara prompt, BECAUSE I AM, but I needed to finish this one first.)

From:

themegalosaurus.livejournal.com

oh my GAWWWWWWWD (me and thee, solitary crew members of the SS Sam/Cara) (I'm so happy to have you on board hahahaha)

From:

madame-naan.livejournal.com

This is lovely! I loved the outside POV and all the details about the current storyline and about Sam that you got in through Carrie's eyes.

From:

caranfindel.livejournal.com

thank you!

From:

madebyme-x.livejournal.com

Perfect fill for the prompt! I loved how you set this is season 11 with a soulless man, and how calm and protective Sam is as he tries to reason with the shooter, only using violence when he absolutely had no other choice. I loved that he was checking out Carrie, and the outsider POV was the perfect choice too.

The ending was wonderful, and left me craving more! Thank you for writing and sharing :)