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:

kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com

FILLED: The Mustard Seed 1/2

Dean has the same dream at least twice a week. They’re in the woods-- pacific northwest, chilly drizzle, moss and mud-- missing hikers and curious animal tracks. That kind of thing. Dean has the beast-- whatever it is-- in his sights. Fur and scales and leathery wings flash too fast and Sam is still down the trail a ways, healing up the survivors. It’s just scrapes and bruises for most of them. The teenager, Romy, fourteen, dark hair, purple parka and pink laces in her hiking boots was the worst off with her broken arm, skin broken at the wrist where the radius tore through-- it’s nothing Sam can’t fix.

He’ll be unsteady though, and the rain is making the ground slick, and that stray thought is just long enough for Big Bird to take a hooked claw to Dean’s gut. His world whites out and Sammy must come through the brush then, because Dean blinks back into the world on his back, mud soaking into his jeans and his hair. He’s cold cold cold except for the slick, hot heat in his belly, and then Sam’s big, stupid hands on him, and that dull, numbing warmth like being wrapped in a dozen down comforters. Dean knows he isn’t dying. He blinks sharply to bring Sam into focus.

Sam is shivering and sweating through the misty drizzle, eyes pain-dulled and skin so white Dean can see the veins at his temples. He flashes Dean a tight smile, “S’ok. I got you.”

“Romy--”

“Fine.”

“Did you--”

“Yeah.”

It’s enough to relax Dean, but only for an instant. Something warm drips on Dean’s cheek, like a hot poker in the chilly rain. He blinks up and Sam’s nose is bleeding. He tries to sit up because Sam has only bled like that one other time and Dean doesn’t like to think about it. Sam was unconscious for the better part of the day, quiet and altered; too sick to keep anything down and the damn kid died anyway and it wasn’t even a monster, unless that’s what they call delivery vans and drivers on too-tight schedules these days.

Sam was shaky and pale for a week and it wasn’t the first time Dean thought that this gift or curse or whatever wasn’t worth it-- but it was the first time he said so. Sam didn’t bother turning away from the passenger window-- Nebraska’s desolate prairie stretching forever outside of Crawford-- he just said, "I don't want to talk about it, Dean.”

And Dean didn’t....until now with that healing fire in his gut and Sam with that pained furrow in his brow and the blood. Big Bird’s damage would be pushing it even if Sam hadn’t already healed up Romy’s mangled arm. Dean grabs Sam’s wrists and pushes, “Too much, Sammy. Stop.”

Sam shakes his head, “I can do it,” grunts through clenched teeth and for a second, Dean thinks Sam will pass out. He prays, quickly, that the same God who gave this stupid power to Sam will also take it away, just for a minute. Just long enough to keep him from doing something stupid, from going too far, because since when has Sam Winchester understood moderation? Since when has he thought twice about throwing himself into the hellfire?

Sam doesn’t faint and Dean feels like....like he isn’t dying so urgently now. He can’t find the strength to move, to push Sam away, so he tangles his fists in Sam’s soiled shirt and listens to Romy and her family stumble through the woods. He doesn’t pull, but Sam comes anyway, water and blood dripping on Dean’s face.

“Sammy. Sammy, listen. You hear them? That family...they’re coming. Help is coming, Sammy.” Dean doesn’t like the way Sam trembles beneath his palms, “You can stop, Sam. Please stop.”

Sam tilts his head and his eyes roll, but he nods absently and Dean feels the healing glow recede from his own body. He grunts as the pain slams back into his world like a dam giving way, but he tries not to let it show because Sam is bowed over and gasping, finally tipping like a great felled tree to land in the mud next to his brother. Dean curls a hand around one icy wrist as a purple parka bursts through the trees and he tells himself it’s not that there’s no pulse fluttering beneath the skin, it’s that his own fingers are too numb to find something so delicate and sacred.

From:

kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com

FILLED: The Mustard Seed 2/2

This is when Dean wakes up with a strangled whimper and reaches blindly for the bottle on the floor next to his bed. He takes a swig to warm the ice that settled in his stomach-- torn open for all the world to see just moments ago in some other now. He drinks until he can’t see straight and then watches the rise and fall of Sam’s shoulders in the other bed until he drifts off again.

Sometimes, then, there’s the dream when he wakes up with stitches in his gut and Sam curled on the bed next to his, an IV plugged into the back of his hand and an oxygen mask over his nose, fogging with reassuring breaths-- labored but even. Alive.

Other times, he wakes up and a sad, pretty nurse gently tells him that his brother was DOA.

Dean doesn’t tell Sam about the dreams, pushes them to the back of his mind in waking hours, and dutifully avoids the entirety of Oregon and Washington state until there’s a slew of dead campers in and around Port Angeles and Sam won’t take no for an answer because “People are dying, Dean! How can you just sit there and do nothing?”

At a gas station near Aberdeen, Sam throws a family size bag of peanut M & M’s in Dean’s lap and grins, “Lighten up, dude. I packed your shorts.”

“Fuck you,” Dean snorts and tears into the bag. Sam sings off-key to The Eagles and admittedly, Dean is feeling better as they pull past the ranger station in Olympic State park. He swings the Impala into a spot in the gravel next to a pine green mini-van with one of those lame stick-figure families on the back-- Mom and Dad and two kids and two dogs. Sam is already digging in the trunk, careful to hide the machetes and the flare guns from the happy family rallying around the soccer mom mobile. Dean can hear a younger girl chatting with Sam and gears up to say something offensive and mortifying about Sam’s taste for the younger women when he stops short.

He knows those red-framed glasses, the twisty braids. He knows that purple parka, and the brand new hiking boots with the hot pink laces.

From:

madebyme-x.livejournal.com

I loved this prompt and I'm so happy to see it filled, and you did it perfectly! I loved how you twisted the tale with dreams within dreams, and how this skews reality, as well as adding the possibility of Dean with his own powers. Plus seeing Sam test his own boundaries and healing powers in order to save Dean was wonderful.

I thoroughly enjoyed this, thank you for sharing :)

From:

themegalosaurus.livejournal.com

oh no!!! this was beautifully done, I mean it was a great prompt anyway but you really caught why this would be such a complicated blessing for somebody like Sam, who we've already seen in 10x18 willing to drain himself dry for his brother (and the rest of the world). and i loved the added level of dean's own prophetic abilities. so clever and so well written. a treat.

From:

caranfindel.livejournal.com

oh, this is wonderful!!!

From:

quickreaver.livejournal.com

DELICIOUS! I love the world you've built and the boys' powers and how ominous it all is. ❤️❤️❤️

From:

harrigan.livejournal.com

SO thrilled to see your name pop up on the masterlist! This went way beyond expectations -- totally satisfied my self-sacrifice kink and it had the brotherly concern and also light-hearted banter that endear those Winchester boys to me. But then you took it in an direction I didn't see coming... beautifully done!