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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.

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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

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After blood comes brother, death, goodbye, Lawrence. Also book, coffee, Dean, and with more difficulty, Ruby, devil, angels, Jess. Castiel finds a room adjacent to the white sunlit room, a kitchen. He transforms his curations into confections there, because it is easier than presenting them one by one to Sam. He digs silver spoons out of cupboards and ladles cream laced with house-fires, cherries stuffed with monster lore, figs drenched in honey full of rock song lyrics. The trick is that this kind of soul-body-explosion cannot be treated all at once. You could only hope to fix it bit by bit.

Sometimes Sam doesn’t eat all of it. He has to refuse Cold Oak at first; although he soldiers through demon blood with his whole new body quaking and tears running silently down his face. Castiel thinks of headstrong, stubborn Sam and wishes that he had not opened the door to Bobby’s panic room, so many weesks ago. That conclave of labels that follows Sam barely features any that Sam had brought upon himself: in the cosmic lay of things, here is somebody who was only expected to follow preset movements on a chessboard he couldn’t even see.

Free will is something—Castiel decides—that when he finds for his museum, he will bake into a cake. It will be a towering, wonderful sponge, the kind that he sees in the most expensive human bakeries, the kind with berries and chocolate and layers of fluffed pastry, and he will make sure that Sam eats all of it.

*

He has to go back to that fire-eaten motel room for a few things.

Cas has been putting it off, but in the white room, in some concept of yesterday, Sam had stood up, wobbly and afraid. Cas watched him, quietly, at his hands opening and closing with a sort of strange helplessness that he still seemed to cringe from, as expected from a Winchester. He took a step, then another. And then he came to look at Castiel’s kitchen, though he wouldn’t touch anything. He’d started talking in sentences recently, but always disconnected things. Stars, the road, the Impala. Half-remembered jokes that Dean’s told him. A list of restaurants that Dean loves, remembered in rhyme. Laws and equations.

Sam and Castiel looked together at the mountain of raw material that went into the cooking, the curation—the leaf, the sign, the parking ticket, and so many, many other things—and Castiel thought sullenly about how difficult it would be, once he built the soul, to build the body, and Sam looked at him and seemed to wonder something similar.

“You’re my friend,” Cas told Sam, or at least this version of Sam, this strange
just-add-water person. He’d pressed his fingers into Sam’s soft, clean fingers, and said it again, slowly. “You’re my friend. I’m going to fix this.”

Dean comes with him to the motel. His questions are incessant. Where is Sam? Why can’t I see him? Is he okay? Did he say why he did it?

“He didn’t do it,” says Cas. “Anna’s resourceful. She must have found some other way.”

“But you heard him, when he came to know of Anna’s plan. He was willing to do it, if that stopped this—mess. He was giving up.”

There are two ways to know all about a thing: by being there, or by being the one who creates a recorded history of it. Castiel is putting together the recorded history of Sam Winchester, piece by piece.

This much, at least, he knows for sure.

“He didn’t do it.” Cas says, firmly.

Desperation. Anger. The Devil. Defeat. Sin. Pain.

Castiel divides all the white plates from the red plates. He hums quietly, an old song that was harmonized from one corner of Heaven to the other, and figures out that there are chords and tempos his vessel cannot comprehend. He settles for a sailing ditty instead, picked up from Ur long ago. He doesn’t look at Sam, swaddled in a quilt and staring darkly at his half-eaten plate, memories and being draining in and out of himself. It looks like this is physically hurting him. He curls against the side of the couch, one fist clenched, biting down on the pain.

Castiel had almost put these things aside. They congealed in the process of their transformation, thick and black in his hands, and he felt in his heart like a poisoner. He held the worst fragments of Sam’s soul, and looked at Sam, and considered throwing it all away.

It could be better, for Sam, not to have these things. He could be a happier person. No one in this world, or in any world, would ever go looking for these fragments. Not even Lucifer.

But just as quickly, he throws it all in.

These are things that make Sam who he is. Taking them away is murder.

Castiel picks up a mug. He is suddenly afraid that this, what he’s done, could also be murder. How was Cas to know? But Sam is strong, he tells himself. He’s fast and dangerous and messy and strong, just like his brother. That’s why Cas had chosen them—the both of them. Their histories bolstered them. They followed only their own rules.

He cannot reduce Sam to being content on someone else’s chessboard.

His humming grows louder, turns loud and bright. He feels stupid, but also afraid of looking. He divides the plates again: white and round, white and square. He wonders if Dean would have asked him to set aside the bad stuff. He tells himself no, he wouldn’t.

“Cas?” says Sam, suddenly. It’s the first time since this place that Sam has said his name.

Castiel drops his mug. It shatters on the ground, loud as the Big Bang, many fragments skittering across the black like the start of a baby universe.

“Are you alright, Sam?”

Sam is very, very quiet. Cas steels himself, and goes to sit next to him.

“I can’t do it,” Sam says, pushing the plate towards Cas. He’s curled into himself as much as he can, hurt like all of his life is crashing into him at once. It probably is. There are fingernail marks on his skin, and the space beneath his eyes look bruised. He doesn’t meet Castiel’s gaze.

“Sam.”

“I can’t do it myself,” Sam says, in a great, shuddering breath, “so you have to help me.”

“If you’re not ready—” says Cas, but he’s already spooning the fruit from the plate.

“I’m fine,” says Sam. His eyes are haunted, but his gaze is clearer and sharper than they’ve ever been in this place.

“It’s good to have you back,” says Cas. “Dean missed you. We missed you.”

Sam flinches, visibly. “You have to know something. And you have to tell Dean—”

“What?”

Sam shudders, and grabs hold of Cas’s elbow. “I wasn’t giving up,” he says. He looks down at the plate in Cas’s hand, and cringes again.

“Sam—”

“I didn’t—I didn’t make her do this. I didn’t make Anna do this.”

“Sam, I—”

“You have to tell Dean.”

Cas looks at him and notices scars for the first time. A pale ladder on the side of his neck, many nicks on the side of his wrist, a scar like a withered star on the back of his palm. All the little things that make a body a person with a history.

Sam breathes in, convulsively, and takes the spoon from Cas. There are tears trembling on his lashes, and he wipes them away, furiously.

Castiel is quiet for a moment as he takes in this Sam, labels and bad blood and all.

“He already knows,” says Cas. “We already know.”

Ok, this was super trippy, but very nice

Oh god, this is perfection.

wowowowow!!
Your writing is always so uniquely descriptive. You took this prompt in a completely different direction than I ever could have imagined, so clever and heartfelt. I really enjoyed Cas and how deeply he cared for Sam in this, it made him very human.
Lovely!

Ah, man. Nursing Sam back from de-constitution, from quarks, making a museum of Sam from the blood out. Fantastic. Everything I love about your work and more. Taking this one with me. <3 <3

Where to start? Castiel, tender and patient. Dean? Not. ;) Said above, bears repeating: love the direction you went with the prompt! Super creative and cool. Sam, coming back to himself, hurting but fighting, Winchester all the way. Also, amazing, somehow both ethereal and visceral. Sorcery! ^_^

Wow, this was such a cool and unique story. I really liked the mystery in the process of Cas sorting out what happened and then Cas being so caring in helping piece Sam back together. Amazing work!

OMG, this is gorgeous, and I missed it when it went up! I guess it was too far down the comment tree for me to get the notification. I love your imagery and your cosmology, the way you took the museum and ran with it to have Cas curating the museum of Sam, and Cas grieving for the things that have happened to Sam but also being aware that the darkness is part of who Sam is, that erasing that would be murder. And I like the way it works with Cas and Sam's canon relationship in s5, when Cas was very much putting things together to get his picture of Sam.

Thank you so much for writing this!

This was just mesmerising. I enjoyed this a lot. Sam, Reconstructed. Wow. Such a beautiful piece of writing.

Oh this is so creative and full of fascinating imagery - I love it! The idea of Cas piecing Sam back together, and feeding him parts of himself is just so masterful and I loved that hint of Sam's pain, that he maybe asked for this to happen for the greater good. Oh the feels!!!

Excellent work, as always! Thank you so much for sharing :)

I love this, Cas's careful caretaking and Sam so fragile, Cas putting all the bad bits back in. Love it.

So freaking gorgeous...

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