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

Title: Unclean
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Warnings: References to self-harm and sexual assault
A/N: Set in a slightly canon- divergent version of episode 7.17, The born again identity
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Northern Indiana State Hospital, Ward D2, High Security Area

Sam’s eyes are closed and he’s rocking back and forth. “Not real, not real.”

It’s on repeat in his head or maybe he’s saying it out loud, he’s not really sure any more, and Lucifer is chuckling.

“Oh, I’m very real,” he says from his place in the corner. Sam wonders if he’s still playing cat’s cradle and then he shakes his head.

“No,” He presses his thumbnail into the center of his palm, wound long since healed over. “You’re not here.”

“Oh yes I am,” Lucifer singsongs. “And so are you. Here in the cage. You never left, Sammy.”

“Just a hallucination,” Sam mutters.

“Yes,” Lucifer agrees. “Everything, from the moment you came to in Bobby’s house has just been a hallucination. Except for me. I’m real, bunk buddy.”

Sam ignores him. It’s better when he just ignores him.

Except when it’s not.

Lucifer is now playing the drums; bam, bam, bam, boom, CRASH. The cymbals make Sam jump every time.

He opens his eyes when the door opens. It’s Bobby, which would be great, except Bobby’s dead. At least Sam thinks he is.

“You’re dead,” he blurts.

There are probably more tactful ways he could’ve put that, but whatever, he’s sliding toward the veil himself right now, not to mention certifiably insane. Tact is not a given.

Bobby, though, doesn’t seem affronted. “Well yeah,” he says, hands stuffed deep in pockets, “I’m in Hell, ya idjit. Being dead kinda goes with the territory.”

Sam squeezes his eyes shut again. “You’re not real,” he whispers. “Bobby wouldn’t be in Hell.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Bobby says. “I killed more ‘n enough people. The fact most of ‘em had demons in ‘em don’t matter. They were still people. And I killed ‘em. I’m gonna rot in Hell. Dean too, when it’s his time.”

“No. Nonononononono.”

Eyes closed. Rocking back and forth.

Lucifer’s breath is warm against Sam’s neck. “Maybe I’m lying,” the devil murmurs. “Maybe you did get out. Maybe, I got out too. Maybe all you have to do is say yes.”

Sam’s shaking and there’s ice in his gut, but he still manages to say no, emphatically, even if his voice wavers a little.

“Oh come on, Sammy,” Lucifer pouts. “Let me in, little pig, let me in.”

Sam draws a shuddering breath. “Never,” he says.

There are sigils. Runes that he can carve into his flesh. Sam’s done his research. All he needs is something sharp, but Sam’s not allowed sharps because he’s a danger to himself and others.

Teeth, though. He has those.

Sam smiles.

Dean bursts through the door into Kadinsky’s office, the receptionist running at his heels. She’s yapping like a yorkie about something, but Dean’s not listening. “What’s going on?” he demands. “Is my brother okay?”

“Thanks for coming in,” Kadinsky says. He waves the receptionist away. “Your brother,” he pauses. “Physiologically, his condition’s no different. He’s still not responding to the sedatives and Lord knows, we’ve given him enough to knock out an elephant. But his vital signs are unchanged.”

Dean snorts. “So where’s the fire?”

Kadinsky steeples his hands on the desk. “Sam’s mental condition appears to have deteriorated. When the nurse went in to do his obs at 1.00pm, she found that he’d self-harmed.”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “What does that mean? What did he do?”

“Your brother was able to get hold of a nail by kicking in a wall and pulling a nail out of the wall frame. He used it to carve these…satanic…symbols all over his body. And he also appears to have bitten himself and drawn symbols on the walls of his room. With his own blood.”

“You didn’t hear him kicking down a wall?”

Dean does his best to sound like someone who might sue for dereliction of duty. Kadinsky looks shamefaced.

“Take me to see him,” Dean says.

Kadinsky nods. “We’ve got him strapped down now, for his own safety,” he hesitates. “It would help if you could tell us a bit more about his history.”

“No offense, but I really doubt that,” Dean stands. “Can I see my brother now?”

Kadinsky looks up at him. “He keeps saying, ‘not getting in me again, not gonna let him inside me again.’ Mr Smith, do you know…was your brother sexually assaulted? It really does help us to treat patients if we know what we’re dealing with.”

Dean closes his eyes. Fights back his own demons. “I don’t know. He was…abducted. Held captive. Got free somehow, but there are gaps in his memory. Can I see him now? Please?”

--

Bobby’s scathing about Sam’s finger painting. “I’m surprised the spell even worked,” he grumbles. “Is this a rune or a bloody thumb print?”

Sam huffs out a tired laugh. “So it’s not my best work. I’m exhausted, Bobby. Dying, probably. Maybe it doesn’t look pretty, but the spell worked. No-one noticed what I was doing until the nurse came in here to check on me.”

“You’re lucky it worked,” Lucifer says from the floor. “With your unclean, polluted blood it’s a miracle you can get blood magic to work for you,” he folds his arms across his chest and scowls. “And may I just say that I am personally very hurt by all those angel repelling sigils you’ve carved into yourself. That’s my vessel you’ve sullied, Sammy-boy.”

“Screw you,” Sam spits.

The door opens.

“Hey, Sammy,” says Dean. “What’s with the art project? You’re scaring the civilians.”

The good thing about being in a locked ward is that a little craziness is expected, so Sam can tell the truth without repercussions. “It’s to purify me. Keep the devil out,” he tells his brother.

Dean sits on the edge of Sam’s bed and grasps his shackled hand. “He’s not real, Sammy.”

“He says the same thing about you.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “I think I’ve seen this episode before. C’mon, Sammy. Stone number one, remember?”

Lucifer sets off a firecracker and Sam flinches. “I know. But the hallucinations are pretty convincing. I figured…better safe than sorry, you know?”

Dean squeezes his hand. “We’re gonna beat this. I’m gonna find you help. I’ve got a lead. Just…no more blood play, all right?”

“I know,” Sam nods. “It’s not clean. I’m not clean.”

The words are dripping with self-loathing and recrimination and Dean can’t let that stand.

“No,” he says. “What’s in you doesn’t matter. What you do matters, and you’re a good man, Sammy. You always try to do good. So no matter what voices you’re hearing telling you otherwise, you believe me. I believe in you, man. And we will beat this. Together. Okay?”

Sam nods, his eyes sliding briefly away and then back to Dean’s face.

“Okay,” he echoes.

Dean gives his brother’s hand one final squeeze and then gets to his feet. He’s got a healer to track down.

--

Thank you so much for filling my prompt!! I loved this so much!!
Poor Sam. The pain he was going through was so heartbreaking. And I loved the brotherly h/c, Dean was so gentle with Sam and I loved it *flails*
Also, I loved this line: There are probably more tactful ways he could’ve put that, but whatever, he’s sliding toward the veil himself right now, not to mention certifiably insane.
Thanks so much for this :)

Aw, thank you! I'm so happy you enjoyed it. It was a wonderful prompt. There can never be too much asylum!Sam angsting about being 'unclean'. And hurt!Sam always needs comforting big brother Dean! :)

I looooove fics related to The Born Again Identity, and gentle!Dean gets me everytime <3

Thanks. I do too! This was a simple little snippet of story, but it felt good to write something, having been so uninspired lately.

What a lovely twist to the episode! Your Lucifer was chilling, as was your Bobby, and that ending was just so bittersweet. Thank you for sharing :)

Thank you. I'm happy you found Lucifer suitably chilling; very much based on Mark Pelligrino's awesome portrayal!

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