OhSam Triple Play 2016!

[ohsam-mod.livejournal.com]

It's November 2, an auspicious (if ominous) day for our darling Sam, so to herald his introduction to The Red Stuff, let's revisit an annual tradition. Welcome to the OhSam Triple Play 2016! This year, we're offering a focus on a reoccurring theme in Sam's life: blood.

"Blood" could be interpreted in many ways. Family don't end with blood. The demon blood addiction. Injury. Familial woes. Blood magicks. Simply the color red. If it can be related to blood, even vaguely? IT'S ON POINT.





BOOST THE SIGNAL

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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.) West Virginia 2.) Dean 3.) knives, or 1.) Bobby's Panic Room 2.) Mary 3.) demon blood withdrawal.

Step Two (optional): Fill a prompt!
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): Fill a prompt!
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

My love will laugh with me before the morning comes by caranfindel
1. A deserted road
2. Jess
3. Bleeding out

Maybe Together We Can Get Somewhere by center_galaxy
1. The Impala
2. Ghost!John
3. Car accident

Whauksis by crowroad3
1. New England in the fall
2. Dean
3. The hunter hunted

Binding by fairyniamh
1. In a mirror
2. Lucifer
3. Banishing sigils gone wrong

Appointment in the White City by crowroad3
1. A fancier than Winchester motel room
2. Balthazar
3. Sam's covered with blood. He can't remember how it happened or whose it is

Follow You Down by tuesdaytoo
1. A cave or mineshaft
2. Any character - except they're actually a hallucination
3. Sam's bleeding and he's got to get to the surface before he passes out. But someone's trying to prevent that.

And From The Bunker Shall Come The Anointed One by wetsammy
1.Bunker
2.Dean
3.Curse/Curse box

Time to say goodbye by amberdreams
1. A field of wildflowers
2. Dean
3. It's time to say goodbye

The Descent by lennelle
1. The Cage.
2. Lucifer and Michael.
3. Withdrawal. (Exactly how much blood did Sam drink before saying yes and falling in??)

Mercy by lennelle
1. A church
2. Godstiel
3. Purifying the boy with demon blood as a "mercy"

To-do List by lennelle
1. Bobby's house
2. Bobby and/or Dean
3. Unclean

Next of Kin by lennelle
1. mental hospital
2. jody
3. next of kin

Collateral Damage by lennelle
1. Bobby's house
2. John
3. A hunt goes wrong and John only has himself to blame as he cleans Sam's blood off the kitchen table they used for emergency surgery.

In the Precious Blood of the Lamb by laughablelament
1) A kind of Kansas purgatory
2) Dean
3) rib-cracking spiritual seizure

Fix You by center_galaxy
1. the impala
2. wee!dean
3. skinned knees

An Ocean Away by center_galaxy
1. A dock
2. Bobby
3. Missing something important

The Collector by lennelle
1. Impala backseat
2. John
3. Coughing up blood

Falling Leaves by center_galaxy
1. A field of wildflowers
2. Dean
3. It's time to say goodbye

The Tide Rolls In by broken_cinders
1. A lighthouse
2. Dean
3. Permanent injury

Battlefield Dressing by wetsammy
1. College dorm room
2. Brady
3. Blood spill

Home for Christmas by broken_cinders
1. Sioux Falls
2. Bobby
3. Sexual assault

Pressure Bandage by themegalosaurus
1. A lecture hall at Stanford
2. A professor/classmates
3. Passing out

Here I go, turn the page by caranfindel
1. snowy woods
2. Kevin
3. Where did Sam get to? Better follow the footprints. The bare and bloody part is disturbing, though.

The Recorded History of Sam Winchester by indiachick
1. a natural history museum
2. Castiel
3. Castiel can perceive the blood on this dinosaur tooth/chunk of meteorite/bit of fossilized wood, even though it's older than human life on earth. He can also tell whose it is. Sam's. How?

The Holy Man and The Creature by lennelle
1. A secret meeting place.
2. Dean, Castiel, Bobby
3. The devil walks the earth. The abomination who freed him must be destroyed by the righteous.

Soulsearching by holyhelly
1. Abandoned church
2. Castiel
3. Soulfisting

Until We Close Our Eyes For Good by tuesdaytoo
1) Throughout the years (pre-series to now if you wish or whatever span of time you like)
2) Dean (as his main constant; add other characters as you see fit)
3) Depression

Unclean by zara_zee
1. A mental hospital, post re-souling
2. Dean and Bobby
3. 'Self purification'

Once Upon a Time by center_galaxy
1) abandoned ruins of castle/other such structure
2) dean
3) sam pricks his finger on a statue - blood loss is disproportionate to magnitude of cut (perhaps because of some sort of spell/curse)

Phosphorus by crowroad3
1. Rooftops
2. Ghost
3. Sometimes Sam thinks there's stardust in his veins.

Protection by Ксения Огородникова
1. The bunker
2. Dean
3. After Sam finds out Lucifer is on the loose again, he finds every protection and purification sigil in the MoL library and starts carving them onto his body.

Soda-Can Walls And Gravel Roads by wetsammy
1) Seedy trailer park
2) Dean
3) Insomnia

बिन्द by crowroad3
1. Wrapped in blankets on a couch/bed
2. Dean and/or character of choice
3. Having demon blood in him makes Sam susceptible to a supernatural illness

Grief is a fungus of the heart by holyhelly
1. A dock
2. Bobby
3. Missing something important

Asclepias curassavica by crowroad3
1- The Bunker
2- Mary & Dean
3- Blood related illness

Spells for the Watchers by indiachick
1) A narrow spit of land
2) Rowena
3) Blood spell

Ponderosa by crowroad3
1) locked in a small room
2) John and Dean
3) the smell of something dead

Tree Falls by crowroad3
1.) the woods
2.) Dean
3.) nonverbal

Comments

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. A deserted road
2. Jess
3. Bleeding out

[ohsam-mod.livejournal.com]

OUR FIRST PROMPT! And it is perfection. :D

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. The Bunker
2. Mary
3. Blood magic

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. An abandoned house
2. Dean
3. Blood poisoning

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

1. A cave or mineshaft
2. Any character - except they're actually a hallucination
3. Sam's bleeding and he's got to get to the surface before he passes out. But someone's trying to prevent that.

FILLED: Follow You Down (1/2)

[tuesdaytoo.livejournal.com]

FILLED: Follow You Down
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Spoilers: through S3
Warnings: brief suicidal ideation


“Sam.” The voice is gravelly and painfully familiar.

Sam’s head and flashlight whip around, shooting pain up his side. His heart’s pounding painfully loud. “Dean? You…”

He can’t quite voice the thought, mind trying to catch up to what Dean’s doing here, in a cave in the middle of Minnesota. He squints through the flashlight beam at his brother, who’s leaning up against the wall.

“What—How did you…?” Sam steps closer, then freezes, stuck in confusion. His thoughts are doing weird loops and he’s not sure if it’s cause of Dean’s miraculous appearance or the hole in his side.

“I crawled my way outta hell myself, just like Dad did.” The flashlight beam bobs up and down over Dean’s grin. “Where was the rescue, Sam? I got tired of waiting.” Dean sounds like he’s talking about being stood up on a date.

The air sticks in Sam’s throat. He’s been trying, he’s been with Ruby for the past three months, he just couldn’t—

Everything stutters to a stop then slips into place. “You’re not real,” Sam whispers.

There’s a pause, then, “Well, real me is having a funky time down under.” Everything's a joke to Dean.

Sam sags against the wall, hissing as pain flares up his side. The flashlight beam goes back to pointing at the floor as he stuffs it under his arm. Stupid. Of course it isn’t Dean.

“Y’alright, Sammy?” Dean pushes off the wall and steps a little closer, peering at the red patch across Sam’s shirt. Of course, the real Dean would’ve already noticed.

“It’s Sam,” he mutters, holding his side. His hands shake as he inspects his flannel shirt he cinched around his waist as a bandage. It’s already leaking red, but not much he can do about it until he gets out of here. He should probably be a little more concerned about the fact that he’s seeing his dead brother, but not much he can do about that either.

When he looks up, Dean’s still watching him. “Wrong place, wrong time,” Sam explains. “Just ganked a wendigo. Found the vic about the same time as the park ranger.” He waves an arm in the vague direction of the entrance as he wheezes in a breath. “He uh, got a shot in and now’s staked out near the entrance.” Sam doesn’t know why he’s explaining to someone that’s only in his head.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean grumbles. “We always get blamed for other people’s crap.”
Sam doesn’t answer. Seems like Dean’s blaming exactly the right person for him being in hell.

Dean starts pacing around, a little bow-legged, scoping out the area, peering down the three branches of the path. “So, what’s your plan?”

“Um.” Sam swallows against a dry throat. The room’s echoey enough he hears the sound off the walls. Sam’s plan probably should’ve been getting the jump on the park ranger and then heading back out the cave’s entrance. But Sam kinda needed to take care of the hole in his side. Now he needs to get out of here before he passes out. So now he just needs to… Needs to…

He needs Dean, Sam thinks tiredly. Which… if he’s stronger, he can save Dean. To get stronger, he’s gotta drink Ruby’s blood. To get Ruby’s blood, he’s gotta find Ruby. And to find Ruby, he’s gotta get out of here alive. Which means… he’s gotta not die of hypovolemic shock in the meantime. “Need some blood.” He finally mutters.

Dean gives him a hard look. “Got any fluids?” Dean mimes shaking a water bottle, shadows dancing across the wall behind him.

Sam shakes his head, squinting against the way everything blurs back and forth.

“How bout—“ Dean stops.

There’s the faint echo of footsteps and talking. Sam tries to concentrate but he can’t tell if the park ranger is talking to himself or has back up. He’s not sure if he could even take one guy on anyway.

“Crap.” Sam pushes himself off the wall, his side burning with pain so hot it feels like ice. He draws in a shaky breath, trying to get his thoughts together.

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. The Impala
2. Ghost!John
3. Car accident

Filled: Maybe Together We Can Get Somewhere (1/2)

[center-galaxy.livejournal.com]

You've got a fast car, is it fast enough so we can fly away?

The first thing Sam is aware of when he comes to is that his chest is burning. He can barely draw in a breath and when he does, he wants to cough, as if his body is trying to reject the oxygen he so desperately needs. Adrenaline courses through his veins and the feeling of panic starts to well up, but he remembers his father's training and forces himself to count his breaths, to listen to the erratic rhythm of his heart beat. Panicking won't do him any good.

Turning his head causes him to groan, the muscles stinging from what must've been whiplash, but he forces himself to survey his surroundings.

"Shit."

He's in the Impala, or at least, what's left of what used to be the only home he's ever known. He can barely make out the familiar shape of the car and the fact that he's upside down means the car must've flipped at least once. He was resting against the windshield, which had cracked but miraculously hadn't shattered. It was a good thing too or Sam might've been flung out of the car. As it stood now though, he had to get out. Then, he could piece together what had occurred in the first place.

"C'mon." Blood dribbles down his lip, the metallic copper taste landing on his tongue and he spits it out, trying not to focus on the fact that he might be bleeding internally. His head pounds and he can't really focus too hard on one thought for too long. What had he been doing in the Impala in the first place? How had he crashed? Where was Dean?

Oh, God, Dean would kill him for this.

Well, if he survived, a sarcastic voice within him noted.

He tried to move, but a sharp pain in his chest caused him to stop. Broken ribs for sure. Maybe even a punctured lung. Sam wasn't going to get far with injuries like that. And with this road being in the middle of nowhere, he couldn't rely on medical assistance coming without him contacting them. He was on his own.

Just like Stanford.

What caused him to think of that? Stanford had been a whole other lifetime ago. A life that held the promise of normalcy, of a loving wife and kids, of a white picket fence and a home that he could welcome Dean and John into. Stanford hadn't just been for his sake--he'd gone to try and save his family. He knew the risky road that hunting led down. He hadn't wanted to lose his father or brother to a monster that went bump in the night.

Funny thing about that though, he lost them both anyways. John had died so many years ago and frankly, after Hell, Sam stopped counting how many times he and Dean had died and come back.

But now, trapped in the Impala, bleeding internally, his vision blurring before him, it occurs to Sam Winchester that this might just be it. This is how he meets his end--not on some hunt, but because of an accident. There's some sort of irony in that, he's sure, but he's too tired to figure it out. All he's knows is that he's going to die here.

"No, you're not."

Sam remembers that voice--the low timbre of it, the warmth hidden deep within the words. It's been years since he heard it, but he'd never forgotten it. The youngest Winchester forces his eyes open and gasps.

"Dad?"

John Winchester is there, in the crushed car, a tired smile tugging his lips upwards. He's in the same clothes he always wore. He's not injured or possessed--it's just his dad, just as he always remembered him. It's impossible, but there John is, like nothing has changed, like he never died in the first place.

"Dad--" Sam coughs, the force of it wracking his body, and more blood stains his lips.

"Hang on, Sammy." John's calloused hands rest on Sam's shoulders and he grits his teeth, "This might hurt."

And then he tugs.

[(Anonymous)]

1.Bunker
2.Dean
3.Curse/Curse box

Filled: And From The Bunker Shall Come The Anointed One

[wetsammy.livejournal.com]

Dean lifted the gauze bandage to look underneath. The wound in the middle of Sam’s right palm seemed to have slowed to a sluggish leak, which was good, and the left palm had stopped bleeding almost an hour ago, which was very good.

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

Sam looked miserable as he laid propped on pillows in his bed. The gauze wrapped around his forehead was dotted red, but it stopped the blood from dripping into his eyes, and his hands and feet were elevated on more pillows to slow the blood loss. Dean tried to check the head wounds again, but Sam dodged his head away impatiently.

“There’s good news in all this?”

It was all Dean’s fault in the end. When he knocked the curse box off the shelf and scattered the contents on the floor, he spent the next hour carefully picking each artifact up with tongs and placing it back inside. Somehow he missed a small wooden crucifix that slid underneath the shelving. Of course, it was just Sam’s bad luck to pick it up off the floor.

They didn’t notice the stigmata until about an hour later, when Sam noticed the bloody mark on the back of his hand as he flipped pages on a lore book in the library. When he walked into the kitchen to show Dean, his older brother flipped out at the blood that was starting to drip down from his hairline.

A quick exam in the Bunker’s medical room showed all the marks were there - hands, feet, temples and a large wound that had opened up along his rib cage. After a heated discussion about safety procedures and curse boxes, Dean began to clean the wounds, carefully washing each one out with holy water, and then dressing them with military precision. It soon became apparently that Sam wasn’t going to be walking around until his feet healed up, so they set him up in his bedroom.

While the whole thing was an accident, the symbolism wasn’t lost on Dean. Sam had offered himself up for sacrifice twice, putting himself before everyone else to slam Lucifer in his cage and to close the gates of Hell. It would be a cruel joke if this curse was what got his brother in the end.

Ten hours and four sets of clean bandages later, it looked like they might be out of the woods. And it was about time. Not being able to read or move around, with only Netflix for company, Sam who normally was as patient as a monk in seclusion was mentally climbing the walls.

“Fine.” Sam sighed, his pale face pinched as he shifted uncomfortably. “What’s the good news?”

“Bleeding is slowing. I think the curse is wearing off.”

“Finally.” Sam’s brow contracted. “So, what’s the bad news?”

Dean picked up the remote control by Sam’s hand. “You just finished up all the Firefly episodes on Netflix.”

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. A field of wildflowers
2. Dean
3. It's time to say goodbye

[crowroad3.livejournal.com]

Your prompts are gems, friend; definitely going to be writing some <3!!

[(Anonymous)]

1.Hospital
2.Dean
3.sickness

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

1.) New England in the fall
2.) Dean
3.) The hunter hunted

[crowroad3.livejournal.com]

Man, this is in my neighborhood, heh. Y'all are killing me w/prompt gold!

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

1. In a mirror
2. Lucifer
3. banishing sigils gone wrong

[fairyniamh]

This could be painfully fun.

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. A lighthouse
2. Dean
3. Permanent injury

[broken-cinders.livejournal.com]

I just want you to know this prompted a nice little episode in a much larger fic I'm working on. It's not blood related, but it was the perfect writer's block buster! Might try another go to actually fill the prompt tho!

[(Anonymous)]

1. Hospital
2. Bobby
3. DTV complication

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

1. time travel to Sonny's boy's home
2. Young Dean
3. impaled

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. A very long corridor in the bunker
2. Demon!Dean (or possessed Dean if you fancy something a little different)
3. The Hammer

(An old favourite for a friend ;)

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

{smooches}

[(Anonymous)]

1. The bunker's dungeon.
2. Crowley
3. Tit for tat

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

{squeals with glee}

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

1. The bunker
2. Dean
3. After Sam finds out Lucifer is on the loose again, he finds every protection and purification sigil in the MoL library and starts carving them onto his body.

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

YAAASSSSS

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

1. the middle of nowhere
2. Jess
3. snake bite

[(Anonymous)]

1. The Cage.
2. Lucifer and Michael.
3. Withdrawal. (Exactly how much blood did Sam drink before saying yes and falling in??)

FILLED: The Descent 1/2

[lennelle.livejournal.com]

The thing no one knows, will ever know, is that the fall doesn't kill Sam.

And falling... it never seems to stop. Just black empty. A point of light above, slowly fading. He is being swallowed down Hell's gullet. Straight to the centre of the earth.

When Sam reaches the bottom, Lucifer catches him and lays him down gently on the cage floor. The bullets in Sam's chest from Bobby's gun don't bleed, the metal ridged between his ribs and make themselves at home. But he isn't dead. The devil is still in him.

The cage is locked. No way out. The angels are scared. They shriek, burned bright. Their voices and the sight of them crack Sam's eardrums, blind him.

When Lucifer tears himself from Sam's flesh, it is agony. It is ripping your own bones out of its meat. It is turning yourself inside out. And Sam sees the devil's true face. Pure light. Corrupted. It scorches his eyes from his sockets.

The cage is held at the centre of an eternity. There is nothing. Only the cage. Any screams is held within its confines. And, god, did Sam scream.

Sam can just about hear. Lucifer is shouting at him, spitting at him in Enochian.

I saved the world, Sam reminds himself. I will suffer if it means no one else has to.

He prepares for pain.

And receives nothing.

There's warmth and the bullets in his chest are gone, the wounds are healed.

Dirty, filthy, Lucifer spits. Poison twisting around inside of you. I will watch you purge it from your veins for the rest of my existence. You are nothing, Sam Winchester. You are nothing but mud-crawling vermin.

So begins his eternal life.

He's left alone in the beginning, mostly. He can sense Satan close by, can feel his grace brush his skin, can feel a thousand eyes trained on his back.

You'll sit there until he dies? that's Adam's voice. But not Adam's voice. And then what?

I make him pay, answers Lucifer.

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

1. A stunning viewpoint (take your pick!)
2. Hallucination!Dean
3. Sam's not sure what's going to kill him first; the gunshot, or the literal end of the world.

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

{whimpers}

[(Anonymous)]

1. An abandoned barn
2. Cole and demon Dean
3. Dean shows up with Cole's wife and uses her as leverage to force Cole to follow Dean's instructions and learn how to torture Sam properly (making Cole's wife watch the whole time, too, for maximum angst)

[chaos-slave.livejournal.com]

1. A church
2. Godstiel
3. Purifying the boy with demon blood as a "mercy"

Filled: Mercy

[lennelle.livejournal.com]

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. John 1:9

***

The righteous man and his unrighteous brother enter a church, step under Castiel's roof, with weapons in their hands. They bring intentions of bloodshed and sin to this holy place.

"Cas," Dean Winchester says, voice hard and unforgiving.

Castiel doesn't answer. To a human, he is called God. He will not answer to anything else.

"God?" Sam Winchester pipes up. There is hope there. Hope for Sam Winchester. The boy understands now... there is hope for him to be welcomed into the Lord's arms.

"Sam," Castiel greets. "You come to confess your sins?"

Sam pauses, blinks, entirely taken by surprised by God's word. It must be overwhelming to be spoken to directly by the Lord himself, Castiel understands. He holds out his hand.

"I forgive you your sins, Sam," he says. "You only must confess and deliver your faith unto me."

Sam glances at Dean, mouth half hanging open. Dean glares at Castiel, growls at the back of his throat.

"Stop it, Cas," he snaps. Cas looks at him and Dean shrinks a little under his gaze.

The Lord steps forward, arms open. "You have feasted on the blood of the damned, Sam Winchester," God speaks. "Do you ask my forgiveness for this unholy act?"

Sam gasps quietly. "Cas, please..."

"Speak my name," Castiel orders.

Sam drops his head, jaw rigid. "God," he amends. He looks up. "I confess to my sins, okay? I have committed an unholy act and I beg your forgiveness, Lord."

"Sam, shut up," Dean hisses. Sam ignores him, eyes on Castiel.

"I am impure and I ask your forgiveness," he grits out. "Are you happy now? Would you let us help you now, please?"

The Lord smiles, casts Sam Winchester in his heavenly light. Sam and Dean cover their eyes and look away, weapons falling to the church floor. The light fades and Castiel stands close to Sam, holds his arm tightly to keep him from flinching away.

"Cas, get off him!" Dean yells. Cas swipes Dean away and he crashes into the pews in a heap.

"What are you doing? Cas?" Sam whispers. "What're you - "

Castiel holds up his hand and Sam falls silent. "I will purify your unrighteousness," the Lord says. "I will make you clean. The Lord is forgiving."

"Cas, no - "

Sam Winchester is touched by God, and he bleeds.

Impure blood leaks from every pore, from his nose, his eyes, his mouth, his ears. Sam chokes, rigid where Castiel holds him still. He begins to scream.

Castiel cocks his head to the side and watches. Sam Winchester is losing his balance and God drops him to the floor, still watching, hand still on his chest.

Sam Winchester who prayed to him very recently, told him he still believes in Cas the angel, still thinks he belongs with them. Sam Winchester who defeated the devil. Sam Winchester who has the most unwavering faith Castiel has seen in a human being.

Cas lets go and steps back. Sam gasps for air. He's soaked in blood, but he isn't bleeding anymore. He glances up.

"God?" he asks hesitantly. He pauses, then says, "Cas?"

"I'm sorry, Sam," Cas says. He turns away and flies.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1. Collage dorm room
2.brady
3.blood spill

Filled: Battlefield Dressing

[wetsammy.livejournal.com]

The cut was small but deep, and the blood welled scarlet in his palm before dripping on the leg of his jeans. It was too bad because they were his favorite pair out of the two he owned.

“Jesus, Sam, we need to get you to the infirmary!” Brady ran a hand through his hair, unable to pull his eyes away from the gash.

“No. No doctors. It'll be fine. Just grab me a towel from the bathroom and the small black bag on the shelf in my closet.” Sam's years of experience dealing with traumatized witnesses and injured family members prepared him to deal with one freaked-out college roommate.

The greenish tint of Brady’s face didn't bode well for his future as a pre-med student, Sam thought, but he wasn't going to break it to him just yet. Brady's mom and dad were both doctors in Los Angeles - one worked in the ER at Cedar Sinai and the other as a thoracic surgeon at USC. Being a disappointment to your family and not going into the family business? Perhaps Sam had more in common with his frat boy roommate than he thought.

Walking into his dorm room that first day, army surplus duffle on his shoulder and thrift-store Converses on his feet, Sam was disappointed to find a blond-haired, blue-eyed Stanford legacy in the other bed. Probably a conscious decision by the administration to mix up the scholarship kids with the silver spoon crowd. Brady extended a firm handshake and a blinding smile as intro, and Sam gave a quick smile in return.

Pieces of broken glass still littered the dorm room floor from their collision earlier. The cheap cafeteria glass leapt from Brady's hand when they hit and Sam tried to catch it, but it danced just out of reach, smashing all over the floor. Without thought, Sam started to pick up the pieces by hand and pierced his palm. He sighed as he watched the blood spill on the floor. Just another scar to add to the story of Sam's life.

Brady handed him the black bag and then cupped the back of his hand, using the white towel to gently clean the wound. “Impressive reflexes, Winchester, you almost caught that glass in mid-air. You're always surprising me.”

His roommate said nothing when Sam poured salt lines at the window and door, and nothing again when he caught him drawing a ward on the back of their door. Brady didn't ask and Sam didn't say.

Opening up the med kit with one hand, Sam pulled out needle and thread. “Brady, I'm going to need your help sewing this back up.”

“What the hell, dude, NO. Unless your family lives off the grid or are a bunch of criminals on the run, you go to see a doctor for something like this.”

Their eyes met, and Sam could see the question there, the one he couldn't answer. “Thought you were going to be a doctor, Brady. Sure you don't want a little practice?”

He held the thread out again with a smirk and Brady blanched.

“Dude, I'm not sewing you up in our dorm room. You know that's just weird? Normal people don't do that.”

Brady's world was made up of baby wellness check-ups and annual vaccinations, not battlefield dressing and whiskey antiseptic.

Sam sighed, and tucked the supplies back in his med kit, while Brady wrapped his right hand in a ratty t-shirt from the floor and pulled him upright, sweeping away the remaining glass on the floor with his foot. “Just watch where you walk, until I can clean this up. No more injuries for you, okay?”

A smile crossed Sam's face. “Anything you say, Dr. Tyson.”

[(Anonymous)]

1- the bunker
2- vampire dean
3-can not resist and drink sam's blood ,(may be there is still a cure after all) .

[balder12.livejournal.com]

Hmm . . .

[chaos-slave.livejournal.com]

1. A park
2. Amara
3. "How can you suffer the stigmata for a God that has abandoned you?"

[(Anonymous)]

1- a hunt
2- Mary
3- possessed Dean stabs Sam