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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I hope this is what you were looking for - a small bit of gen angst set during Sam's senior year.

The aluminum walls of the single-wide trailer were soda-can thin, and the lack of privacy had Dean on edge. He was aware of every noise and every movement he made, as he shifted on the skinny mattress. Across the room, the other twin bed stood empty.

While John was on a hunt, Sam usually moved into the bedroom with him, his lanky frame too long for the couch out front, but it was different this time. Sam said that the humidity and smell of the bedroom was keeping him up, not to mention the annoying proximity of his big brother in a room so narrow that their hands would bump against each other when they turned over in the night.

Dean was tuned in to all the noises his little brother made in the night - the tossing, the turning, the snoring - and had been since Sam was a baby. So when he heard his brother crack open the living room window, he went on high alert. It was an act of mutiny on the kid's part because he knew that Dad would never allow it, windows and doors sealed tight around them, protecting them against the sleaze of the outside world, both human and supernatural, that were creeping around in the middle of the night.

Sam was probably hoping for a wisp of a breeze to cool off and help him sleep, and instead only let in the fetid tang of garbage cans from next door.

His little brother had been a light sleeper since the day he was born, prone to dreams and nightmares, and since John left a few days ago, the kid couldn’t stay still. Dean could hear him grabbing a glass of water at the kitchen sink or searching the cupboards for midnight snacks like a squirrel on a mission. Something was going on with Sam, something that triggered his big brain into overdrive, and Dean could hear his thoughts tumbling one over the other, but in the light of day, he couldn't weasel the details out of him.

“Sam, go to bed!”

Sam sat back down on the couch, but twenty minutes later, the front door to the trailer opened with a certain amount of stealth but the cheap metal of its screen door squeaked as it was shut.

Sonofabitch. Dean debated whether to go after him, to give Sam his space, but after the episode in Flagstaff a few years back, he knew that wasn’t an option. He rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath as he tied his shoelaces.

A few minutes later, Dean stepped out of the shadow of their trailer, emerging onto the patchy gravel trail that served as a road between the units. A quick glance up and down the path didn’t reveal Sam, so he picked a random direction and started to jog. His brother came into view around the first curve, his white t-shirt and pajama pants glowing in the street light. He was walking gingerly and that’s when Dean noticed the bare feet.

“Sam, wait up!”

Sam looked back as if surprised that Dean caught onto his escape so quickly, but then he yipped in pain, sinking to the ground. By the time Dean ran up, Sam’s face was scrunched up and his right foot was pulled into his lap.

“What happened?” Dean kneeled next to him, pushing his hand away from the dirty wound. The slice along the arch of Sam's foot looked long and the blood was black, not red, in the low light. A jagged piece of beer bottle lay half hidden in the gravel and Dean grabbed it, flinging it away. “We need to get you back inside, clean this thing off. Goddamnit, Sam, what the hell are you doing walking around this time of night?”

A look of shame passed over his brother's face, followed by a defiant lift to his chin. “I’m not a kid, Dean. I can go for a walk whenever I feel like it.”

“Middle of the night? In your bare feet? Guess, you really wanted a tetanus shot this year.” He hauled his little brother up, noticing how much bigger Sam was getting, how at seventeen - almost eighteen - he was finally hitting a growth spurt, and it looked like the kid would be passing him in height soon enough.

They hobbled side by side, Sam’s arm thrown over Dean’s shoulder and Dean’s arm wrapped around Sam’s waist supporting his weight, in an uneasy and awkward partnership back to the trailer. It wasn’t until his brother was seated on the ratty couch once again, that Dean spoke.

“You gotta tell me what’s going on, Sammy.” He wiped down the injured foot with a washcloth, wringing out the dust and blood into a small bowl on the floor. "I know something’s up with you - you’re not as good at hiding it as you think.”

Sam shifted uncomfortably, his gaze touching on the front window, the kitchen, the bedroom. Anywhere but Dean’s face.

“I’m just… having trouble sleeping, is all.” Sam’s voice trailed off as if lack of sleep were finally catching up with him.

“Really? I hadn't noticed." Dean wrapped up the foot with gauze from the first aid kit, and patted it when he was done. “Well, at least the cut isn’t too deep. You’ll survive, but I’m serious about getting a shot, okay?”

“Dean,” Sam breathed out, the sound sad and low, as if tears were on the horizon. “If I wasn’t here, if I wasn't hunting, you would still be my brother, right?”

Dean’s heart did a quick step as he thought about dogs and pizza boxes and dusty high desert roads. “Sam, c’mon, we will always be together. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

His reassurance had an unexpected urgency, but the broken sigh that answered it was not what he hoped to hear. Sam laid down on the couch, curling his wounded foot up as he pulled the blanket around him.

“You’re right, Dean. Not going anywhere. See you in the morning."

\o/

Thanks!

Wonderful! I loved how you tied to Sam's insomnia to him leaving for Stanford and his brother. Thank you for sharing :)

Glad you liked it!

Oh, love it! The constriction around them--how the trailer can't contain them (or Sammy's in-more-than-one-way growth spurt); the naturalness and closeness of them, the gravel and the wound and the way they're hemmed and bounded by the ghost of Flagstaff and the (unknown of) Standford. Lovely.

Excellent opening line too ( :!

Thanks for saying that! Read a post on

spn_writing about opening lines and I'm working on that.

Hee, I wrote that

spn_writing post. ( ; Love talking about opening lines, closing lines, or any kind of lines.

Edited 2016-11-13 20:05 (UTC)

Okay, that's hilarious - that I'm talking about you to you! It was a great post, and made me think more about balancing impact and restraint. Just wrote a price for the Winchester Angst Club (http://winchesterangstclub.tumblr.com/post/153127643071/the-list) on tumbr that was a practice in restraint for me :)

Thrills me that the post made you think about impact and restraint, because those topics mean a lot to me, writingwise. So glad you found it useful!

"The List" is great--wonderful balance of low-key explication and just letting the impact of Dean's agenda kind of seep in. It's powerful *because* it has restraint. And you don't really hit us directly & hard until the ending, which is a strategy I love. No flailing on the dismount, heh. I absolutely love torturer Dean with a soft-beating heart for only one person (no kidding.) Am a big fan of Winchestery angst. The things I miss, not being on tumblr...

Thanks so much for that! It means a lot!

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