ohsam | 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

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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

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.

Sam curls in on himself a little. The presence of the two creatures makes him feel like an ant under a lion's foot. He brings his hand up to his face. The skin around his eye sockets is scabbed and hard, his cheeks are bubbled and raw. He can't see anything.

It begins like it did last time, only worse. Sam had forgotten about the blood, he'd been a little distracted with his entry to an eternity in Hell. But he almost cries once the shakes start. But, of course, he has no tears to shed.

He's hungry, thirsty, tired. He needs to piss. He suspects the deepest pit of hell doesn't have a toilet. He throws up all over himself and Lucifer laughs. Micheal is quiet, uninterested.

The need creeps up on him, grabs him by his core and refuses to let go. He hates himself, but he begins to think only of the blood, thoughts of his brother or the world he left behind are put to the side. Sometimes, he catches himself, begins to whisper names to himself. Names of people he left behind, people who get to keep on living. Dean, Sarah Blake, Becky Rosen, Chuck...

It doesn't take long for him to run out of living people to remember. He begins list the people who didn't make it:

Mom (burned alive), Dad (dragged to Hell), Jess (burned alive), Bobby (neck snapped), Cas (split into a million pieces), Jo (Hellhound), Ellen (bomb), Ash (demons), Henrickson (skinned alive)...

The list goes on until Sam can see again.

His mother is there. She's sitting there in her nightgown. A woman in white. A bloody mess. She's beautiful.

You did amazing, baby, she says. You did it. I'm so proud of you.

Her smile is the only warm, safe thing for an eternity. A lighthouse on the shore. He reaches out for her, feels nothing. He feels his face, finds his eyes still missing. Then, she's gone.

They keep coming after that. Dean. Dad. Bobby. Cas. Jess. You were never my brother, Sam. I should have killed you when I had the chance, Sam. You disgust me, Sam. You are an abomination, Sam. You killed me, Sam.

He forgets where he is. Forgets it's not real. He's trapped in his head, trapped in this cage. He vomits and sweats and shakes. He blacks out and returns with aching joints and locked muscles and a chunk out of his tongue.

Through it all he hears Lucifer's laughter.

He's a mess. Lying in his own bodily fluids, sticky and frozen. He can smell himself, he can hear the rasping in his lungs. As agonising as it was in Bobby's panic room, it's so much worse now.

I think he's near the end of his rope, brother, says Michael.

I can hear his body giving out, Lucifer says, amused. His soul is clanging around in there, waiting for a reaper.

No one's coming, Michael says, hopeless. He's not talking about Sam.

I think it's happening, says the devil.

Sam can feel it. He felt it in Cold Oak. He felt it in that abandoned house in 1978. That slow crawl up his body, the slow switch-off from his toes to his head. His breaths are sickly and grating. His heart is stuttering against his rib cage, desperate for escape.

It's coming. It's here for him. Death.

The pain stops in his body. Sam is without the confines of himself. He drifts. He aims upwards. He meets the cage ceiling. He feels Lucifer curl around him. The sun blocking out a dying star. Sam flickers. He's pulled back down.

It begins again.

EEEEEEEE! I got a fill from Lennelle!! And it was awesome!

EEEEEEE! I'm glad you liked it! :)

Such a fascinating and refreshing prompt and fic! I love the idea of Sam withdrawing in Hell, and you captured the horrors of it perfectly!!! Thank you for sharing :)

The prompt was so interesting, I couldn't help myself. And I have a habit of making thing as horrifying as possible in fic so poor Sam always gets a rough time. Thanks for reading!

Wow. This really captured the horror I could imagine Sam experienced in hell. The idea of Sam’s body giving out but him not being able to die was so fascinating and bleak. And that ending. Ouch. Chilling and awesomely written!

Thank you! :)

Oh, wow, that was amazing. The horror of having to go through blood withdrawal in Hell, but also the horror of coming to the realization that this is what it will be, for the rest of eternity.

And I loved the descriptions of Michael and Lucifer, shrieking, burning, trapped in the cage, and then watching Sam go through this terrible experience, and Lucifer taking such pleasure in Sam's suffering.

Fantastic fill!

Thank you so very much! :)

Wow, this is great! Only wish it would be longer ;)

HOLY FRIJOLES! All hurt, no comfort, GORGEOUS WRITTEN. My heart is bleeding and fulfilled, all at once.

Pain is my favourite thing to write mwahahaha
Thank you for such a lovely comment! :)

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