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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

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: Soulsearching (2/4)

Sam stops pacing again, hopeful look in his tired eyes. He nods quietly, waiting for the angels verdict, steeling himself for a ‘no’. Castiel is conflicted. While he wants to help his friend – and yes, Sam is his friend, more so than Dean, of late – he knows the shear amount of pain caused by the touching of a soul. He has done it once before to Sam, and he does not look forward to doing it again.

“Is it really necessary?” Castiel asks, “Judging by your behaviour now in comparison to when you were soulless, I’m fairly certain it is still in there.”

Immediately, Sam starts to shake his head, “Fairly certain isn’t enough, Cas. I need to know for sure.”

With a tired sigh, Castiel closes his eyes, head falling back as if to look up at the sky. On instinct, he sends up a futile prayer; Father, tell me what to do.There will be no answer. And really, he should know better by now than to argue with a Winchester, it’s as fruitless as asking God for help.

“You are aware that the procedure is excruciatingly painful?” Castiel hedges, “I suspect your remember that from last time.”

“So you’ll do it?” Sam asks, glee in his voice. Truly, the man shouldn’t be so happy about having someone reach into his astral body and grope his soul. Humans are strange creatures, Winchesters doubly so.

“If you insist.” Castiel nods, “But know I do this reluctantly.”

Sam simply nods, and just like that, their fates are sealed. He seats himself on the pew, belt in his hands, ready to bite down and find out where his soul is.

“Funny, church has always been a place for soul searching.” Sam laughs nervously. He can’t quite tell if Cas doesn’t get the joke, or is too busy being serious to laugh at anything right now. For the first time this evening, Sam wishes Dean were here.

As if reading his mind, Cas asks, “Is Dean aware that you are doing this?”

No answer, but Sam purses his lips and looks down guiltily. Castiel shakes his head as he rolls up his sleeves.
These brothers and their secrets. It’s going to be the death of them.

“You should have told him you were worried about having lost your soul. It’s not exactly trivial information,” He points out.

“Dean has enough to worry about without adding this to the list. Besides, you said it yourself, it’s probably all there anyway.” Sam sticks the belt between his teeth and clenches his fist around the edge of the bench, nodding at Castiel to start the procedure. The angel hesitates, then grabs Sam’s shoulder in a strangely soothing gesture before plunging his hand deep into the body before him.

Even the belt between Sam’s lips can’t hold back the scream of sheer, terrible pain. It echoes along the stone walls and buries itself in the cracks and crevices between the stones. The round, bulbous ceiling twirls the sound a bit before projecting it back down with force.

It feels like a hand is squeezing every organ at once, and nothing at all. The alien ligament, forced through skin and bone gropes softly at something that exists in a dimension Sam can barely comprehend. Oh, but he can feel it. Personal and agonising and wrong.

Castiel is enjoying the feeling about as much as Sam is. Which is to say, not at all.

Souls are wondrous things; pure and beautiful, they are undoubtedly the best of God’s creations. They hold all the emotions, fears and personalities a human can have. They are a blueprint, an essence, an iridescent entity that once made, can never truly be destroyed. Corrupted, yes. Broken, yes. But they can never be removed from existence entirely. So holding that in one’s hand is both a terrible and a marvellous thing. It’s a very intimate situation, like being trusted with someone’s heart. Castiel is terrified of breaking this extraordinary, fragile thing.

FILLED: Soulsearching (3/4)

Sam’s soul is scorched and flayed, nudging at the alien hand with curious fear. He can see it as much as he can feel it, see its shimmering yellow glow. There’s that trauma, there’s that defiance, there’s that stubborn hope. The scars of grief are deep on the soul, ill-stitched and sometimes still bleeding. But he most important part is that the soul is entirely, completely there.

Right where it should be.

As soon as he has ascertained that, Castiel pulls back. He catches Sam’s shoulders when the man slumps forward, gasping through the last waves of pain, reddened veins like lightning bolts fading away from his face. Even before Sam can ask, Castiel assures him, “It’s there.”

Nodding through a last gasp, Sam asks, “And it’s fine? It’s not rotting or blackening or… crumbling or something?”

“No. In fact, it is in a better shape than the last time I saw it.”

“So it hasn’t gotten worse than the last time? More stained or corrupted?” Castiel frowns deeply again, “There was never anything wrong with your soul, Sam.”

The sarcastic laugh that comes from deep in Sam’s throat surprises the angel, but less than the man’s following words, “Yeah, apart from part where I’m Lucifer’s vessel, and the demon-blood – “

“There was never anything wrong with your soul.” Castiel repeats loudly, irritated by Sam’s insecant need to feel sorry for himself.

A look of utter bewilderment crosses Sam’s face and he shakes his head as he stands up from the bench. He throws his hands up as if he can pluck his answer out of the sky. He paces until he’s standing in front of the unlit candles again, staring where the light used to be for a long time. Castiel waits patiently. Then, so suddenly it almost manages to startle the angel, the hunter turns around.

“But I’m tainted. I’m part demon. That has to affect my soul somehow!” he exclaims, finger pointing the angel’s way in mock accusation. Sometimes Castiel wonders if Sam wants to be a monster, he’s so adamant in proving that there’s something wrong with him.

“The demon-blood is a physical thing, it runs through your veins and grants your body and mind additional powers. Your soul cannot be touched by the physical.” Castiel frowns, “I thought you knew this.”

“But demon souls are different from human souls. They’re black, like smoke. I’ve seen human souls, they’re nothing like that.”

“I agree. Yours is nothing like that.”

“But I’m part demon.” Sam argues. I’m sorry, Castiel wants to say, was it you who saw your soul, or me? The only similarity between the man before him and a demon is that they often share the same measure of untouchable obstinacy. A rather irritating characteristic, the angel finds. Still, he decides to be patient.

FILLED: Soulsearching (4/4)

“Sam, I do not think you understand quite how extraordinary your soul is,” Castiel explains, Sam merely looks sceptical, so the angel continues in his grave voice, “You have spent more than a millennium in the Cage with two archangels, yet your soul has come out of it completely human. Most souls in hell take half that time to burn away and become ‘black smoke’ as you so eloquently described. Coming out with a battered, yet human soul is a miracle.”

For a moment it looks like Sam is about to argue. That’s because Lucifer didn’t want that to happen. That’s because the Cage isn’t really hell. That’s because it was demonic before I went to hell. At the look on Castiel’s face, Sam refrains from speaking all together.

And the angel continues, “You have not seen your soul, Sam. I have. It is beautiful.”

An surprised, unbelieving look passes over Sam’s face. His heart warms at the kind words, and he has to wonder at the difference between the Castiel Sam met six years ago, and he one before him now. Sentences like the boy with the demon blood and Sam, of course, is an abomination, have always stuck with Sam, but new sentences have replaced them. Sam is my friend and, now, apparently, your soul is beautiful.

The smile that curls up the corners of his lips comes as much as a surprise to Sam as it does to Castiel. The angel takes it as a cue that he is – for once – saying the right thing.

“Lucifer left his mark, of course, and it is scarred with grief, but that does not lessen its shine. Your soul is warm, glowing and yellow. It radiates compassion, kindness and hope. Truly, it is a soul to envy. It is an insult to dismiss it so quickly.”

Sam can’t quite hold back the snort at the curt monotone in which Cas is describing a soul. The poetic words are difficult to reconcile with the serious tone and the stiff, military posture of the angel. It looks like Cas has a lot more to say, but Sam stops him with a raised hand. He surrenders, because he knows Cas will never stop until he does.

“Alright. I believe you.” Sam smiles. This time, it’s Castiel looking sceptical. Sam nods encouragingly, “Really.”
For a moment they stand face to face in awkward silence, surrounded by a carnage of splinters and bricks.

The one remaining window lets in a pale miasma of colours through the stained glass. The beam falls right over Castiel, illuminating him in an ethereal light. The trench coat casts a twisted shadow. Sam smiles again.

“I should get back to the bunker before Dean starts wondering where I’ve gone off to.”

At his moment, Sam doesn’t want to go back, though. There’s only tension and research waiting for him back home. So he savours this moment just a little longer, looks around, stares up at the statue of Mary cradling her son. The image is prominent at the head of the church, golden paint flaking, but face still kind. She shouldn’t remind him of his mother – he never knew her, and her pictures look nothing like this perfect woman – but she does. Somehow, she makes him feel safe.

“How is he doing?” Cas asks.

Sam shakes his head. “I honestly don’t know. All I know is that I want that Mark off ASAP.”

Castiel nods. “We will find a way. We always do.”

Another awkward moment passes as they both consider a farewell. In the end, Sam steps forward and pulls Castiel into a bone crushing hug (if, you know, a human was capable of breaking an angel’s bones).

“Thank you,” he whispers.

Sam leaves the abandoned church with an absurd grace for a being so large, stepping over stray stones and shards of chandelier with predatory ease. Castiel waits. Only when he hears the low growl of the black car outside and the murmur of rubber on tar, does the angel leave.

A flutter of wings and a flurry of dust. In a few minutes the dust will have settled again, leaving everything in its place.

Oh this is beautiful! I loved Sam's concern and fear about his soul, how he fears it's tainted or blackened from the demon blood and Lucifer, and how Cas explains is bright and perfect despite what it's been through. Such a lovely fic that really delves into Sam mind.

Thank you for sharing :)

[sorry it took me a little while to comment]. This is wonderful! I love how beautifully evocative the imagery of the abandoned church is, and how it's broken down the same way Cas's faith in God is. Sam's worry and desperation were heartbreaking, and totally fit with his canon doubts about his worthiness. I was so happy that Cas was able to give him some much-deserved reassurance. Thank you for this!

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OhSam Triple Play 2016!

FILLED: Soulsearching (2/4)

FILLED: Soulsearching (3/4)

RE: FILLED: Soulsearching (4/4)

RE: FILLED: Soulsearching (4/4)

RE: FILLED: Soulsearching (4/4)