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. A dock
2. Bobby
3. Missing something important

FILLED: Grief is a fungus of the heart

A chilling wind churns the fog, mists the world into terrifying white nothingness. Wood creaks under hesitant feet, moans at the weight it carries; Atlas to someone’s whole world. Under the planks water splashes against pillars, wet’s the lumber and fuels the mould. The lake is a lonely place.

Sam stands on the dock, searching first his pockets, then the ground for something that doesn’t want to be found. Wood creaks again as a second pair of feet joins Sam on the rickety quay. Through the cloudy white, he can just make out a shotgun and a baseball cap.

“Bobby?” he rasps.

“Were you expecting someone else?” the man answers, carefully placing his feet on the less rotten-looking planks.

The question tears through Sam like a knife and sends tears stinging into his already wet eyes. No, he’s not expecting someone else. There is no one else. He doesn’t say it, just lets his hands run over rough wood in increasingly frantic sweeps. He’s lost count of the splinters in his hands, lost count of the frantic prayers that what he’s looking for hasn’t found a crack in the floorboards and fallen to the icy depths of the lake.

“Sam, son,” Bobby whispers from behind has he lays a heavy hand on Sam’s shoulder, “What the hell are you doing out here at the crack o’ dawn?”

Sam bites back tears, forces his voice to sound semi-sane and, sounding like it’s perfectly obvious what he’s doing on a misty dock at four in the morning, croaks, “I’m looking for something.”

“You’re looking for something.” Bobby sighs, “Can’t that wait till morning, when I’m not freezing my balls off?”

“No.” Sam shakes his head, shifts his knees a few inches so he can start searching a new part of the dock.

With popping joints, Bobby crouches down to his surrogate son’s eye level. He reaches out to the young man’s face, grabs and pulls it his way until they’re looking each other in the eye. What he sees doesn’t instil much confidence. Sam’s eyes are red-rimmed and glassy, his face deathly pale under his sodden hair.

Then Sam, shifts and Bobby can see the dark stain on Sam’s flannel, blood dripping softly to the planks under their feet.

“Balls! What the hell happened to you?!”

Sam waves his hand dismissively, “Kelpie got me,” and then more agitated, “And then it pulled it away from me and dropped it somewhere and I can’t find it anymore.”

“We need to get you looked at.”

“I need to find it. I just need to find it, then we’ll go.”

Edited 2016-11-06 23:53 (UTC)

Grief is a fungus of the heart (2/2)

Bobby pulls off his cap and runs a clammy hand through his hair.

“What are you looking for?” no response, just the gentle lapping of water against wood, “Sam?”

Still, Sam doesn’t answer. He just drops back to the ground in frantic search, muttering that he needs to find it. Whatever 'it' may be.

“Stop.” Bobby stalls Sam hands and forces him to look back up again, “We’ll come back for it later, when your insides aren’t falling out.”

“No!” Sam yells, trying futilely to move away, “Why are you doing this, why do you even care?”

The words are harsh, but the voice breaks half-way through, tears finally falling. Bobby swallows down his own tears, grits his teeth against the instinct to make a sarcastic, evading remark. Sam has never been one to need things spelled out for him. He has always had a talent for hearing the unheard, it’s the way Winchesters communicate. It’s the way Bobby communicates. But when it comes to Sam, and how much he’s worth to others, the boy never hears a thing.

So Bobby coughs, grits his teeth, and speaks.

“Because I can’t lose you, too, you idjit.” Bobby ducks his head, voice suspiciously wobbly, “I just can’t.”

For a moment Sam is thrown by the vulnerability he can see in Bobby, now. He’s never really witnessed it before, this broken, pleading sorrow. The sorrow of a man who has lost a son.

“I’m sorry,” he says (I’m sorry for dying, I’m sorry for not finding a way out of the deal, I’m sorry for leaving you to care for the incapable Winchester, I’m sorry…), “But I really need to find this.”

Bobby, however, is having none of it. He grabs Sam by the arm and pulls him up roughly. It’s not like Sam can fight him, really, the boy is weak with blood loss and that realisation sends round of shivers up Bobby’s spine. I can’t lose you, too.

Right then, while trying to protest Bobby’s well-intentioned manhandling, Sam sees it. It’s there, at the very edge of the dock, hanging on by a single splinter of wood (or a miracle). In the silvery mist, it glows golden and warm.

“There…” Sam whispers, clumsy feet giving out halfway to the sacred object. Bobby holds him up, reaches out to pick up what Sam has been looking for all this time. He can’t quite help the jolt in his heart when he sees it. Suddenly, he understands very well why Sam would bleed out looking for this.

“Here,” he grouses, “Ready to let me take you home now?”

Sam nods, fist clenching around the precious object as he lets Bobby manoeuvre him off the rickety dock. The mist is slowly starting to recede, the sun burning through. There are black spots in front of Sam’s eyes, but it’s better than the white of the mist or the grey of the water that he’s been seeing all night.

And even with his narrowing vision Sam can see a baseball cap, and a golden face on a leather string.

“Thanks Bobby,” Sam murmurs, “Dean would’ve killed me if I’d lost his amulet.”

There are tears in Bobby’s eyes that Sam can no longer see. He looks back at the dock once, then drags Sam to the car. One last, fond whisper carries through the mist.

“Idjit.”

Then there’s just the lapping of water as it eats and the rotting wood.

The lake is a lonely place.

Ah, holy--beautiful job! Great Bobby. Great lonely lake (and the mould, the way that takes us outside to show us the inside.) Great use of the thing that doesn't want to be found--so we find it when Sam does. Just lovely. <3

Edited 2016-11-07 01:49 (UTC)

Aw, thank you! :) I'm really glad you liked Bobby because I was afraid he would be a bit OOC. Then again, it's all fair in fanfic I guess.

So sad and cute!!

Aw, this was so sad. I liked how Sam is doubly missing something important, both with missing the amulet and missing Dean. Lovely!

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it :) And yeah, it had to be Dean or Dean-related, cause lets be honest... He will always be the most important thing to Sam.

Wow. That was absolutely stunning! And heartbreaking. Did I mention heartbreaking? Beautifully done.

Sorry. I wasn't logged in on my phone. That was me.

Hahaha no problem. I'm glad you liked it. The prompt was wonderful :)

Oh the amulet - break my heart why don't you!!! What a perfect twist and take on the prompt. Thank you for sharing :)

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