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

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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.

Beautiful and captivating and the second last line about October being their heaven is quietly devastating. ♥

I like thinking about those different acres of heaven...

<3!

LOVE.

Glad!

So musical and mysterious and delightful, all at once! You really caught a sense of place.

This is my neighborhood, sort of. Heh.

Ohhhh, so wonderful as always!!! The feel and sound of your words is so captivating and hautning, as is your atmosphere and sense of place. I love it!!!

Love your comments, always! Glad you liked!

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