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

[holyhelly.livejournal.com]

1. Nowhere, Minnasota
2. Roy and Walt
3. Killers pay with their own blood. Unfortunately, so does Sam.

The Girl Next Door - Ep 7.03 AU prompt

[khakigrrl.livejournal.com]

1. Setting: Sam's hotel room, exterior, as he's opening the door after meeting with Amy.

2. Addiitonal character: Dean, who was waiting in Sam's room.

3. H/C scenario: Dean punches Sam when Sam opens the door to his hotel room, just as in the episode. Dean says that line that's approximately, "New rule: you steal my Baby, you get punched."

It is canon that Sam was rendered unconscious and suffered at least one seizure two-weeks ago from being hit in the head with a tire iron. It is also canon, though Dean doesn't know about it, that Amy smashed Sam's head into a tree earlier this day and again rendered him unconscious.

Dean's punch knocks Sam to the ground, as in the episode. However, in this story, he doesn't get back up again. How bad is he hurt? How does Dean react? Does Dean still go after Amy or do she and her son get away this time? How is the brothers' relationship affected?

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1. The bar
2. Chuck
3. Bloody eyes

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1.the bunker
2. Castiel
3. Violent multiple personality disorder

[(Anonymous)]

1. Pre-series
2. Dean, maybe John
3. Sam is always so sickly.

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

1. snowy woods
2. Kevin
3. Where did Sam get to? Better follow the footprints. The bare and bloody part is disturbing, though.

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

OMG. This is perfection.

[(Anonymous)]

1. Anywhere
2. Dean and John
3. Persistent anemia that goes undetected (for a while)

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

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.

FILLED: Appointment in the White City

[crowroad3.livejournal.com]

FILLED: Appointment in the White City
Genre/pairing: gencest
Characters: Sam, Dean, Balthazar
Spoilers: post-6 x11
Warnings: resouling trauma, canon liberties
Notes: wrote this when 'flu' was part of the prompt ( :


The crime of self-defilement seems a long way off. That’s the problem.

*

I don’t remember, Sam mumbles. Dean could’ve sworn he was just alone, pulling himself up in more ways than one.

I don’t think—Dean says, and stops, flicks off the bedside lamp. Turns out having a soul implanted doesn’t make your T-cells soldier up, though you’d think they might.

Sam coughed all morning. Started to flush around noon.

Dean caught him by the shoulder and pulled him. From the case. From the car. Into bed.

*

Hotel’s better than Elysian, even. Glossy chocolates. More than a few floors. Good little bottles in the minibar, full first aid kit. Sweet sink. Glittery.

They’re wet and coughing. Sam shakes with chills.

The city’s outside, all shifters and towers and rain.

*

Boys, Balthazar says, perches on the end of the bed, you don’t know how to live.

Doncha think the drugs-and-sluts thing is a little played out, Dean says.

I’m reserving judgment, Balthazar says and curls, wingless, around sweet-skirted twins, one firehouse red, the other black-haired as Baby’s back.

Right, Dean says, this is a dream.

You know—

One of the girls puts out a hand, strokes it light down Dean's arm .

You know, Balthazar says, looks at sleeping-Sam arch and fond, you should have let me have him. Not every day an angel meets an empty vessel that walks and talks and does its own smiting.

The murderous thump of Dean’s pulse wakes him up.

*

Why’re my hands bloody, Sam mutters, Dean you have to tell me.

Dean would say they’re not, but.

The sheets have a major threadcount. Sam wants to sit up. His hair splashes out over the pillow.

I died, Dean wants to say, trying to get you back. Instead puts a hand on his brother’s forehead, goes for some of the iced juice, silver bucket.

Death ‘s on holiday.

So are they.

*

Sam’s temperature goes up, then down again. Outside, Chicago rain.

[fairyniamh]

1.) Graveyard
2.) Dean
3.) Opening old wounds.

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

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?

[indiachick.livejournal.com]

Your prompts are wonderful.

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

1. a bar
2. Dean
3. Sam's cut his palm (yes, that palm) on a broken bottle. Accident? Maybe.

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

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.

Filled: The Holy Man and The Creature

[lennelle.livejournal.com]

A dry patch in a forest, dead grass and deader trees. No footprints on this soil for a century. The wind beats and sings, a riptide choir.

Two men. An angel. The remnants of a good man tied to a snapped, black tree stump in the centre. A good man who once was human. A creature, now. Everyone knows the best of intentions on Hell's road were paved by Sam Winchester.

One man, holy-good. Chosen. The creature's brother. He steps out of the line-up, hands trembling, a great weight of a knife in them, thirsty for blood. The man does not want to oblige.

The creature feels the blade sing and his chest rises, shoulders rolling back, toes digging in the mud. He sniffs the air, mouth gaping to breath it in. The night is electric, static on the winds, a storm on the rise. The creature's ink-pool eyes look in every direction at once, shining and blind.

The holy man shudders, not feeling the cold or the fresh spit of rain.

"Brother," the creature says. "Something is wrong with me. Something's not right."

The holy man stares at the beast before him. The soft face and the mournful twist of its mouth do not add up with the abominable black of its eyes. The thing is shivering, bare-chested and bare-footed. The wrists are rope-raw and blood coils down the skin of its arms. Its fingers crack and clutch at the air.

"Brother, what is happening? I'm so hungry. So hungry, brother. I need - "

"No," the holy man says. He would give this creature anything. He would give it his life. But he will not give it what it asks for.

"You must do it now," the angel speaks. Even he seems to grieve for what is about to be done. This creature was a good man once, after all.

The holy man looks down to the blade in his hand, heavenly design, sharper than the devil's tongue. A death by its hand would be quick. A death by its holy carving would guarantee purity.

The old man steps forward, cracked, worn knuckles wringing at his cap. He watches the creature with sorrow in his eyes.

"There has to be another way," he begs.

The angel dips the head of his suit solemnly. "I wish that there were," he speaks. "To let him live would be to damn him. Kill him now with that blade and God will guide him in death."

"God is not listening," says the holy man. "God does not care."

The angel does not listen. "You must destroy him. The devil will be lost without him. Use this blade before the sun rises and the devil's chosen cannot be resurrected. You and only you can do it."

"I can't," the holy man denies.

"The Empty is a better place than Hell."

"Brother, please," the creature cries. "Everything is so dark. I'm so hungry, it hurts. Make it stop, brother."

The holy man crouches, knees cracking, back bowing. He places his palm to the creatures face, holds it sacredly.

"I can make it stop, little brother," he tells the creature. "Hell will not touch you. The devil won't find you."

"Don't leave me," the creature begs, chasm-gaze looking up. "I do not want to be alone."

The holy man presses his forehead against the creature's. "I will find you, little brother," he promises. "I won't leave you there alone."

The blade thrusts, light and quick, slices through, flesh, bone and thick, beating muscle. Softer than butter. The creature notices a moment too late, brows crease in confusion, glances down and says, "oh." He blinks and his eyes cracks, black burns flaking away until they're clear, the colour of autumn. The body bends and weighs down, clenched fingers numb, joints lame, eyes empty.

His face is lax. Relieved. Free.

The holy man clutches at what's left, nothing but flesh and bone, and he weeps.

[kettle-o-fish.livejournal.com]

1. Hospital waiting room
2. Dean
3. Pulmonary embolism

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1.hell
2. Crowley
3. Knife cuts

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1. Bunker dungeon
2.Kevin
3. Bloodletting

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1.purgatory
2. Benny
3. Bloodletting drinking

[balder12.livejournal.com]

1. Skeevy motel room
2. Kevin
3. demon blood addiction

[balder12.livejournal.com]

1. Abandoned church
2. Castiel
3. Soulfisting

[chomaisky.livejournal.com]

YES

[balder12.livejournal.com]

1. Hell
2. Crowley
3. Flashbacks

[broken-cinders.livejournal.com]

1. A dock
2. Bobby
3. Missing something important

Filled: An Ocean Away (1/2)

[center-galaxy.livejournal.com]

Trigger warning: Attempted suicide

The sea never changes.

The push and pull of the tides, the crashing of the waves against the sand, the way the sun sparkles on the surface of the ocean--the sea is eternal. The ocean was there long before humans were created and it will be there long after they are gone. It's comforting, so to speak, to look out at the vastness of the cerulean ocean and to feel so small and insignificant in comparison.

Because, really, what is one life versus the gigantic ocean?

You sit on the dock, letting your bare feet dangle over the edge, your toes barely touching the cool water. You shut your eyes and listen to the gulls cry, to the wind that gently whizzes past your ears. The ocean brings peace--tranquility--and you know this.

You're broken inside. The man you're staying with--Bobby--knows this as does the other man who left in huff with a companion in a trench coat.

They're trying to fix you. Put back what was taken from you. Your memories. Without them, you are just a shell of your former self, but you don't grieve. You don't feel anything really. You're empty inside and while that obviously pains those around you, you couldn't care.

It's only here, at the edge of the sea, that you feel something.

"Sam?" There are footsteps on the dock now and you open your eyes and turn to face the gruff, older man, "What are you doing?"

This man is supposed to mean something to you, logically you know that. But seeing him, noticing the concern etched onto his face, you feel nothing. Part of you wonders if you should feel sad about it.

"Sam?"

The ocean is the one constant you have. And if you have to be a shell, wouldn't it make more sense to rest at the bottom of the sea? Logically, if you couldn't be fixed, then you were a burden. You don't want that. Not really. Plus, you know this older man was angry with you in the past. He might still be angry still. You were soulless and tried to kill him? At least, that's what you've been able to piece together.

Shouldn't you end things before they get worse?

Bobby takes a step towards you, "Sam, what are you--?"

But you let your body list to the side and fall into the welcoming blue abyss below.

[center-galaxy.livejournal.com]

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

Filled: Until We Close Our Eyes For Good (1/4)

[tuesdaytoo.livejournal.com]

Filled: Until We Close Our Eyes For Good
Spoilers: through S12 Ep2
Warnings: depression


[1990]

“Sam! Time for school!” Dean is shaking him awake, a bright grin plastered across his face.

He rolls over, pulling the floral comforter over his head. “Go away, Dean.”

He can picture the grin in Dean’s eyes turning to a frown. “What’s the matter? You can’t miss the first day of school, you nerd.”

Sam doesn’t budge. “It’s not the first day of school,” he grumbles. It’s the 23rd of October.

“C’mon, Sammy.” Dean coaxes, tugging the blanket down from where it’s pulled over Sam’s face. Dean cracks a hopeful smile. “Don’t leave me to be the new kid on my own. Who’s gonna eat with me during lunch?”

Sam chews at his lip. The skin’s worn out so that it tastes like copper. He stares at Dean’s face, so earnest it cracks around the edges. “Yeah, okay,” he says finally. He tugs his mouth into an almost smile.


[1998]

“Sam!”

Sam groans into awareness, his leg immediately making him aware that he would’ve been better off staying checked out.

He starts at the contact against shoulder. Dean. One hand’s gripping his shoulder, the other’s cupping his face.

“Sam? You with me?”

He grumbles incoherently in response, forcing heavy eyelids up. Dean’s face is hovering above his. He’s got a gash across his temple and there’s a red trickle down his face. “You okay?” Sam wheezes out.

“Me?” Dean’s incredulous, full of teenage swagger. “I’m fine, dude.”

His fingers run lightly across the gashes clawed across Sam’s thigh. His eyebrows are drawn. “You okay, Sammy?”

Sam’s biting his tongue so hard he’s tasting blood. “No,” he answers. Dean’s eyes shoot up to meet his. “What’re we doing, Dean?”

“Hunting a kitsune, remember?” Dean’s shrugging off his favorite flannel, readying to tie it around Sam’s leg.

“I mean, this is going to kill us.”

“Shut up, Sam.” Dean growls, all concern. “You’re gonna be just fine.”

Except, Sam thinks, he’s not.


[2004]

Dean while sand rains red—

Sam’s head snaps up, jolting him back to awareness. He squints blearily at the law textbook spread out in front of him. He can’t stop nodding off.

His dream was fuzzy except he knows there was Dean and blood and it was nonsensical. (Except, their whole lives are nonsensical and Sam’s brain can’t stop imagining when he peels back the sheet to reveal his brother’s bloody body.) He stops. His head’s too tired to remember that Dean is off limits.

He tries to refocus. He needs to study. He stares at his mug half full of cold coffee, spirals of notes that trail off in squiggles, and… his head bobs. …And his papers and books piled over every spare bit of desk, bills peeking out underneath. All evidence of the state of his sanity.

He checks the time on his phone. 4:21 AM. Then his finger is thumbing through his contacts, hovering over Dean.

He doesn’t remember making the decision to go there. He sets his phone down. He’s so tired.

But he has an exam in four hours. He thinks about his new girlfriend Jess, thinks about law school, thinks about the future that might involve a house and kids and not blood and monsters.

It’s worth it it’s worth it it’s worth it.

He takes a sip of cold coffee then —

his head jerks. Dean’s image is playing at his eyelids.

[center-galaxy.livejournal.com]

1) LARP Battlefield
2) Charlie and Dean
3) Sword wound (bonus points if the swords are poisoned!)

[center-galaxy.livejournal.com]

1) Panic Room
2) Lucifer and Dean
3) "It's in your blood, Sammy. Don't you get that?" Interpret as you will, though nothing too graphic please!

[tuesdaytoo.livejournal.com]

1. Florida
2. Dean
3. Sam using his powers equals a nosebleed

[lennelle.livejournal.com]

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

FILLED: Unclean. 1 of 2

[zara-zee.livejournal.com]

Title: Unclean
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Warnings: References to self-harm and sexual assault
A/N: Set in a slightly canon- divergent version of episode 7.17, The born again identity
--

Northern Indiana State Hospital, Ward D2, High Security Area


Sam’s eyes are closed and he’s rocking back and forth. “Not real, not real.”

It’s on repeat in his head or maybe he’s saying it out loud, he’s not really sure any more, and Lucifer is chuckling.

“Oh, I’m very real,” he says from his place in the corner. Sam wonders if he’s still playing cat’s cradle and then he shakes his head.

“No,” He presses his thumbnail into the center of his palm, wound long since healed over. “You’re not here.”

“Oh yes I am,” Lucifer singsongs. “And so are you. Here in the cage. You never left, Sammy.”

“Just a hallucination,” Sam mutters.

“Yes,” Lucifer agrees. “Everything, from the moment you came to in Bobby’s house has just been a hallucination. Except for me. I’m real, bunk buddy.”

Sam ignores him. It’s better when he just ignores him.

Except when it’s not.

Lucifer is now playing the drums; bam, bam, bam, boom, CRASH. The cymbals make Sam jump every time.

He opens his eyes when the door opens. It’s Bobby, which would be great, except Bobby’s dead. At least Sam thinks he is.

“You’re dead,” he blurts.

There are probably more tactful ways he could’ve put that, but whatever, he’s sliding toward the veil himself right now, not to mention certifiably insane. Tact is not a given.

Bobby, though, doesn’t seem affronted. “Well yeah,” he says, hands stuffed deep in pockets, “I’m in Hell, ya idjit. Being dead kinda goes with the territory.”

Sam squeezes his eyes shut again. “You’re not real,” he whispers. “Bobby wouldn’t be in Hell.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Bobby says. “I killed more ‘n enough people. The fact most of ‘em had demons in ‘em don’t matter. They were still people. And I killed ‘em. I’m gonna rot in Hell. Dean too, when it’s his time.”

“No. Nonononononono.”

Eyes closed. Rocking back and forth.

Lucifer’s breath is warm against Sam’s neck. “Maybe I’m lying,” the devil murmurs. “Maybe you did get out. Maybe, I got out too. Maybe all you have to do is say yes.”

Sam’s shaking and there’s ice in his gut, but he still manages to say no, emphatically, even if his voice wavers a little.

“Oh come on, Sammy,” Lucifer pouts. “Let me in, little pig, let me in.”

Sam draws a shuddering breath. “Never,” he says.

There are sigils. Runes that he can carve into his flesh. Sam’s done his research. All he needs is something sharp, but Sam’s not allowed sharps because he’s a danger to himself and others.

Teeth, though. He has those.

Sam smiles.