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OhSam Triple Play 2016!

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





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 [livejournal.com profile] caranfindel
1. A deserted road
2. Jess
3. Bleeding out

Maybe Together We Can Get Somewhere by [livejournal.com profile] center_galaxy
1. The Impala
2. Ghost!John
3. Car accident

Whauksis by [livejournal.com profile] crowroad3
1. New England in the fall
2. Dean
3. The hunter hunted

Binding by [livejournal.com profile] fairyniamh
1. In a mirror
2. Lucifer
3. Banishing sigils gone wrong

Appointment in the White City by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] wetsammy
1.Bunker
2.Dean
3.Curse/Curse box

Time to say goodbye by [livejournal.com profile] amberdreams
1. A field of wildflowers
2. Dean
3. It's time to say goodbye

The Descent by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] lennelle
1. A church
2. Godstiel
3. Purifying the boy with demon blood as a "mercy"

To-do List by [livejournal.com profile] lennelle
1. Bobby's house
2. Bobby and/or Dean
3. Unclean

Next of Kin by [livejournal.com profile] lennelle
1. mental hospital
2. jody
3. next of kin

Collateral Damage by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] laughablelament
1) A kind of Kansas purgatory
2) Dean
3) rib-cracking spiritual seizure

Fix You by [livejournal.com profile] center_galaxy
1. the impala
2. wee!dean
3. skinned knees

An Ocean Away by [livejournal.com profile] center_galaxy
1. A dock
2. Bobby
3. Missing something important

The Collector by [livejournal.com profile] lennelle
1. Impala backseat
2. John
3. Coughing up blood

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

The Tide Rolls In by [livejournal.com profile] broken_cinders
1. A lighthouse
2. Dean
3. Permanent injury

Battlefield Dressing by [livejournal.com profile] wetsammy
1. College dorm room
2. Brady
3. Blood spill

Home for Christmas by [livejournal.com profile] broken_cinders
1. Sioux Falls
2. Bobby
3. Sexual assault

Pressure Bandage by [livejournal.com profile] themegalosaurus
1. A lecture hall at Stanford
2. A professor/classmates
3. Passing out

Here I go, turn the page by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] holyhelly
1. Abandoned church
2. Castiel
3. Soulfisting

Until We Close Our Eyes For Good by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] zara_zee
1. A mental hospital, post re-souling
2. Dean and Bobby
3. 'Self purification'

Once Upon a Time by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] wetsammy
1) Seedy trailer park
2) Dean
3) Insomnia

बिन्द by [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] holyhelly
1. A dock
2. Bobby
3. Missing something important

Asclepias curassavica by [livejournal.com profile] crowroad3
1- The Bunker
2- Mary & Dean
3- Blood related illness

Spells for the Watchers by [livejournal.com profile] indiachick
1) A narrow spit of land
2) Rowena
3) Blood spell

Ponderosa by [livejournal.com profile] crowroad3
1) locked in a small room
2) John and Dean
3) the smell of something dead

Tree Falls by [livejournal.com profile] crowroad3
1.) the woods
2.) Dean
3.) nonverbal

[identity profile] madebyme-x.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
1. A moonlit clearing in a forest
2. A cult/witches coven
3. Sacrifice

[identity profile] madebyme-x.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
1. A lecture hall at Stanford
2. A professor/classmates
3. Passing out
Edited 2016-11-02 20:52 (UTC)

[identity profile] madebyme-x.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
1. The Empty
2. Billie
3. Fever and hallucination
fairyniamh: (Default)

[personal profile] fairyniamh 2016-11-02 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
This could be painfully fun.

[identity profile] caranfindel.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
ART OF THIS WOULD BE REALLY GOOD. JUST SAYIN.

FILLED: Whauksis

[identity profile] crowroad3.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
FILLED: Whauksis
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen
Characters:Sam, Dean
Spoilers: S12
Warnings: liberties with Native mythology, gore
Notes: whauksis, Wampanoag, "fox"


Wampanoag, Sam said, Shawmut. Something about Mt. Misery, and southeasterlies, the way the winds shift over the water, crosshatch the coastals, roll up into mid- and high-Bay State, over the formerly waterlogged like, well, an angel's wet dream. He was studying, building things with his hands the way he did sometimes, post-hell years, sigils or cabins or castles, all three. He looked bad-breakfast pale, warroom-wired at their own table.

Got us a case, Sam said.

Their mother was gone.

Dean shed the dead-guy and put the bags in the car.

*

There were leaf-peepers on the Pike, blithe, kind of traffic you loathe, long for when you hit the woods, shotgun
loaded for--

Sister monsters, Sam said, tribal lore; muttered something about hobomok, and death spirits, and the word whauksis, to which Dean smirked--what's it?

Sammy stuttered his eyes, let his mouth twitch:

Think fox-snake hybrid, with...red eyes and twenty-inch claws.

That hunt in pairs like vetalas, Sam said, though hard to say since the colonists fucked up all the accounts.

Of what, Dean said.

Kills, said Sam, of course.

*

Kehtannit, Great Spirit, make this land a mother.

It might have been on the wind.

*

Sister-vixens, Dean said, waggled his brows, before he stopped laughing.

One of them had eaten her share of Sam's guts. The other chased Dean to a big beech, howling when he sliced her sister down.

They're tracking us. Sam said, when they stepped to the old-growth, scented the blood, almost, of the last vic,
a teenager nearly the size of Sam, his mama wailing on the evening news.

*

Sam breathed oakpollen in through one nostril, old mushroom (russela emetica, North American toxins grade E, Men of Letters file..., he tried to tell Dean, urgent) crushed under one paw and burnt with autumn, bed of bloodied maple graded to gold, black oak still clinging to green.

Hoardin' acorns, Sammy? Dean said, pressed a palm to the spit-slimed gash.

Mom, Sam moaned.

This place has too many creation myths, Sam said, serious, and passed out.

*

Sister-foxes, snakes. Their tracks were lined with slime.

Dean followed them, hauling Sammy back.

Sam muttered something about the devil, and Dean stopped--

--these woods were full of him once, bewildered pilgrims gone darkside, caught between god and the
fatherless forest--

Dean stopped, let Sammy lean.

*

They had to ER it; fabricate old-school, ditch and run with the scripts out I-90 to the nearest.

Dean put Sammy to bed, stitched and doped, bed-n-breakfast quilt. Hit the access for the next white-spired with a war memorial and a bookstore, rejected mooncussers and spirit tales for aw, crap, some transcendentalist dudes, or the kind of poetry you read (if Sam) when haunted; all north, north and not--

you know, stopping for death.

*

Sister-blood was under Dean's fingernails. Manito, Sam said from the bed, death-spirit. Their darkness, their mother of all.

We're gonna get her back, Sammy, Dean said. He thought about cold bacon and cider doughnuts. He thought: do it. Put a hand to his brother's head like--

it might be another October, in someone's heaven other than theirs.

Outside the wind off the water; even these miles inward, inland, they'd smell oaks, and marsh-- and blood and the wind and the sea.


[identity profile] crowroad3.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
1) A kind of Kansas purgatory
2) Dean
3) rib-cracking spiritual seizure

[identity profile] all-the-damned.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
1: a basement
2: a demon
3: blood addicted Sam

[identity profile] crowroad3.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Your prompts are gems, friend; definitely going to be writing some <3!!

[identity profile] wetsammy.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
1. the impala
2. wee!dean
3. skinned knees

[identity profile] wetsammy.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
1. mental hospital
2. jody
3. next of kin

[identity profile] toratio.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
1) Sioux Falls
2) Bobby
3) Sexual assault

[identity profile] toratio.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
1) Bunker
2) Charlie
3) Cage nightmare

[identity profile] toratio.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
1) Warehouse

2) Dean and Mary

3) Dean is given choice by monster/demon/whatever to hurt Sam or Mary, and chooses (of own volition or Sam's prompting) Sam.

RE: FILLED: Whauksis

[identity profile] zara-zee.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Beautiful and captivating and the second last line about October being their heaven is quietly devastating. ♥

Filled-My love will laugh w/me before the morning comes

[identity profile] caranfindel.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Filled: My love will laugh with me before the morning comes (1/3)

It's way too cold, and that's the first sign that something's wrong. The second sign shows up immediately when he reaches toward Jess to reclaim his share of the blankets, because fuck, it hurts, everything hurts, every cell in his body aches, and his shoulder is on fire, and his gut is the worst, it feels like he's been skewered, like something has been thrust through him and is pinning him to the bed, preventing any movement.

Except he's not on the bed. He's on something hard and rough and cold, so damn cold.

"Jess?" he croaks.

"Hey, baby." Her hand is warm on his shoulder - not the bad shoulder, thank God - and her voice is stressed. "You back with me?"

Back? Where was I?

"What..." His throat is so dry, it hurts to talk. "What's going on?"

"You're okay." She still sounds stressed, and he feels his heart rate accelerate. Something's wrong, something happened, and he has no idea what. "You just passed out for a minute."

"Oh, Jesus." He realizes he can't see, and tries to reach up to move his hair out of his eyes, but that sends a bolt of pain through his body. And if he is this messed up... "Jess? Are you all right? What happened?"

"I don't... I don't even know." Her voice catches in a little sob, and he hears her take a deep breath and collect herself, the way she always does when she's on the verge of freaking out. Although it's usually about an exam or a project and not... whatever the fuck happened to them tonight. "All I know is you're hurt, and we've got to get out of here. We have to get back to the main road."

"Are you okay?" She has to be okay. He can't protect her like this. God knows what's out there, and he can't protect her from it.

"I'm all right," she says. "But you've got to get up. We have to get back to the main road. Can you do it?"

He takes a breath, steels himself, and rolls over onto his side. The pain surges so hard and fast that he feels bile rise up in his throat, feels his head detach, feels the moan crawl up from his screaming gut and tries to hold it back (don't scare Jess, don't freak out the civilians) and fails badly. But he keeps going, biting back a scream, clamping his teeth down on his lip so hard that he tastes copper as he settles onto his hands and knees. He slowly rises to his knees and then uses his hands to crawl up his legs and pull himself upright.

He stands, swaying and trembling, and takes inventory. A wound at his hairline is still seeping sluggishly, plastering his hair into his eyes. His left shoulder is injured - shot, or stabbed, or clawed, he doesn't remember. But it's weak and sticky with blood. The worst is his abdomen. He tries to move his blood-soaked shirt so he can see the injury, but it's stuck to his skin, and trying to lift it brings another wave of pain and nausea.

Jessica's hands flutter over him like hummingbirds. "Sam. Sam. Stay with me." Huh. Apparently she's been speaking for a while. "Are you with me? Can you walk? We have to get out of here."

"Yeah. Yeah." He tries again to swipe the hair off his face, but there's too much blood and he just can't bring himself to make the effort right now. "I'm good. Lead the way." He pulls his jacket around him, latches a finger in her coat, and stumbles forward.

RE: Filled-My love will laugh w/me before the morning comes

[identity profile] caranfindel.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Filled: My love will laugh with me before the morning comes (2/3)

They're walking down a gravel road, quiet and disused. Sam's boots kick up clouds of dust as he shuffles through the loose stones. He keeps his head down, his left hand in his pocket, his right hand loosely clutching Jess's coat. The fire in his shoulder burns hotter with every step, but the rest of him feels like it's sliding under ice.

"Jess?" he asks. His teeth are chattering but he doesn't know if it's from the cold or because his whole body is trembling in pain. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you know where we're going?"

"I'm fine, baby, I swear. We're just going to the main road. Stay with me, Sam. Don't stop."

"I'm cold." He immediately regrets saying it. It sounds whiny.

"I know you are," she says soothingly. "It's okay. You just have to keep going. Promise me you'll keep going."

He takes his left hand out of his pocket - slowly, because it hurts like a son of a bitch - and pats at his abdomen. His jacket is soaked with blood, and as he follows the trail of wet fabric with his fingers, he traces it down his leg, past his knee. "Hey, Jess, I, ah. I think I need to stop for a minute. I'm bleeding a lot."

She doesn't stop. "Yes, you are. That's why we have to keep going." Her voice is stern. They keep going.

After a few more steps, or a few hundred, or a few million, Sam feels the squelching sensation of his boot filling with blood. "Jess," he pleads. "I need to rest. Just a minute."

"We can't stop, baby. I'm afraid if we stop, you won't be able to get going again." She pulls him forward.

Sam stumbles on, hand pressed against his abdomen, uselessly trying to stop the flow of blood. There is no pressure point for a gut wound, he reminds himself. You just keep bleeding until it stops or you die.

And he's so cold.
Edited 2016-11-02 23:34 (UTC)

RE: Filled-My love will laugh w/me before the morning comes

[identity profile] caranfindel.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Filled: My love will laugh with me before the morning comes (3/3)

He walks a few more steps, or a few hundred more, or a few million more, and feels each step getting shorter and slower. Suddenly Jess's coat slips out of his grasp and the loss of that anchor makes him lose his balance. He lurches forward and lands on his knees with a cry of pain.

"Sam?" She whirls around, rushes to him. "You can't do this. You have to get up."

Sam's blood-soaked jeans provide no protection against the cold gravel. Everything hurts and he's too tired to take one more step and all he wants to do is curl up on the rocky surface for just a minute. Just one minute.

"Sam Winchester. If you don't get up right now you are going to die. Get. The fuck. Up." Jessica's voice is steel and ice, and Sam sighs, puts his palms against the sharp cold stones, and pushes himself upright.

"We're almost there," she says, gentle again. "See that pine tree? That's where the main road is. You can do this, Sam. I know you can."

Sam sighs deeply, wraps his fingers in her coat again, and shuffles forward. If he turns his head at the right angle, he can peer through his bloody hair and keep an eye on the tree as it gets closer and closer. After an eternity, after a million more painful steps, he reaches it.

He falls against the tree with a moan, resting his trembling legs. Jess's hand is warm on his uninjured shoulder. "See?" she whispers in his ear. "I knew you could do it. Now don't sit down, okay? Stay here. You have to stand, or no one will be able to see you."

But no one's going to see him anyway. The road is dark and empty and completely unfamiliar.

"Jessica? What happened to us? Where are we?"

"Don't worry about it, Sam. You're okay now. You made it."

He wants to correct her, to say we're okay, we made it, but he has enough energy to either speak or remain upright against this tree. So he chooses the tree, and watches as two pinpoints of light appear over the horizon. The lights become headlights, and the headlights become a familiar rumble and a long, low, dark car, and Sam allows himself to slide down to the ground, because he did make it after all.

The car opens and his brother flies toward him with a familiar mixture of panic and anger and relief. "Jesus fuck, Sammy! Why did you follow that thing? What happened to you?" Warm fingers prod at his body, and it hurts, but he's feeling floaty enough that he doesn't really care. He lets Dean half-carry him into the car, then suddenly remembers.

"Wait," he mumbles. "We have to get Jessica."

But when he looks back toward the pine tree, he knows she won't be there.

...
(Probably not what you had in mind... maybe someone else will write that for you!)

Edited 2016-11-03 00:53 (UTC)

[identity profile] holyhelly.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Mountain
2. Bobby
3. Mudslide/impaled

RE: FILLED: Whauksis

[identity profile] caranfindel.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
LOVE.

[identity profile] holyhelly.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
1. (Haunted) orphanage
2. Dean
3. Ghost who likes to torture animals + Sam's puppydog eyes = ouch

[identity profile] holyhelly.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Stanford library
2. Jess
3. Can you die from papercuts?

[identity profile] holyhelly.livejournal.com 2016-11-02 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Hell
2. Azazel
3. Demon blood

[identity profile] holyhelly.livejournal.com 2016-11-03 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
1. Nowhere, Minnasota
2. Roy and Walt
3. Killers pay with their own blood. Unfortunately, so does Sam.

[identity profile] caranfindel.livejournal.com 2016-11-03 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
{whimpers}

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