ohsam | OhSam Triple Play 2016!

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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

From:

madebyme-x.livejournal.com

1. A lighthouse
2. Dean
3. Permanent injury

From:

broken-cinders.livejournal.com

I just want you to know this prompted a nice little episode in a much larger fic I'm working on. It's not blood related, but it was the perfect writer's block buster! Might try another go to actually fill the prompt tho!

From:

madebyme-x.livejournal.com

That's great news!!! I'd love to see a fill for it, if something springs to mind!

From:

broken-cinders.livejournal.com

Dean dashes up the stairs when he hears the door to the walkway bang open. He gets there just in time to see Sam trying to make his way towards the outer wall with a glass mug of steaming tea in his hand.

The pathway curves all the way around the beacon. It used to be so the keeper had access to the light from every angle. Now it’s a sightseeing platform for hipster tourists. There’s a railing that extends out from the door because the metal plating on the floor gets slippery in the rain.

Sam misjudges the distance and turns too soon, clipping the edge of the railing with his hip.

"Sam!"

Dean lunges forward as the mug slips and Sam stumbles backwards. Dean catches him by the arm and steadies him before pulling him the short distance to the chest high outer wall. Not for the first time, he wonders what possessed him to take the residency at a lighthouse of all places.

Except he does remember. It was a good deal. Mind the store, keep the light going, report any issues, and be nice to the tourists. He and Sam got to live there, no questions asked as long as everything kept running smoothly. Dean had hired on a girl to work the desk during the shop hours and checked the light twice a day to make sure the bulbs were still burning. It was easily the least demanding set-up he could have found and they needed space to lick their wounds after the hunt that had thrown Sam into his current state.

Still, sometimes Sam pulls stunts like this and scares him half to death. He’s not sure it’s worth it.

"What were you even doing up here?” Dean demands. “You know it's dangerous. You promised you'd at least tell me before you came up.”

Sam shrugs. “I like the light,” he says. He’s still so frail Dean can see his bones moving under his skin from where he was sick. Sam still has some light perception. Somehow Dean had always associated blind with black, but that’s not how it is for his brother at all.

“You like the light,” Dean says, turning it into a question. Sometimes even he needs a little context to decipher this new Sam. He lowers his brother to sit on the walkway while he sets to cleaning up the glass.

“Mhmm.” Sam says noncommittally. “It’s steady and consistent. Like the ocean tides. Bright, dark, bright, dark.”

Dean knows what Sam means is that it’s a sensation he can experience without any sort of filter and without having to go through the rigors of navigating people. It’s something constant and reliable. Sometimes they’ll go out on the beach when the tides are changing for the same reason.

He’s been doing so much better these days it’s hard for Dean to remember that it’s not always that simple for Sam. Some days it’s hard for him to think. A lot of days what he wants to say gets lost somewhere between his brain and his mouth.

They’ve gotten through the worst of it and he’s healing. The doctors were all shocked, but Dean hadn’t expected anything less. He’s been rewiring and reconnecting the dots, it’s just taking time. Sam might never be up for hunting again, but all that knowledge is still bouncing around up there. That’s usually the source of their problems. Sam knows so much that he can’t put into words anymore and it frustrates him and Dean both.

“Okay, well next time Murdock, how about you take your cane and you tell me before you come up here.”

Sam sighs. “Fine.”

From:

broken-cinders.livejournal.com

It’s the best he’s going to get today. “I just don’t want you going over the rail, Sam. Your balance is still for shit. It sucks. I know. But you’ve got to give it some time,” he says as he picks up the last of the big pieces and piles them off to the side, out of the way for now. He’ll bring a broom up later to finish cleaning up the mess.

He comes to sit next to Sam, who has shifted so that he’s facing the beacon, light washing over his face. He’s staring directly at it, which can’t be good for what sight he has left, but it’s not in Dean to scold him tonight.

“How’s the hip?”

He saw the edge of the stair railing dig into his side. It was painful just to watch.

“Sore. It’ll bruise.”

“Any other damage done?”

“My foot hurts.”

Dean frowns. “Your foot? Did you twist your ankle when you stumbled?”

“No, different hurt.”

“Did you burn it with the tea?”

Sam shakes his head, frowning. “Different.”

Dean grunts and shifts so he’s sitting opposite Sam. He pats his knee and says, “Okay. Hand it here. Let me take a look.” Sam doesn’t do so well with touching these days if he doesn’t initiate it.

Sam shifts and lifts his right foot to hover near Dean’s knee. Dean’s first thought is that he’s going to glue the kid’s sneakers to his feet so he’ll actually wear the damn things. He knows it’s because Sam can’t quite do the laces yet, but it’s only forty degrees out here. He’s going to catch a cold.

In the fading light, he sees what the problem is. When Sam stumbled, he caught a piece of the glass in the back part of his heel. It’s not very deep, probably because Dean had made him sit, but there’s blood, bright and wet, seeping around it sluggishly. He knows it will flow freer when he pulls out the glass. He has to wait for the light to come back around to tell it won’t actually need stitches.

“Okay, I’ve got to get the kit. You’ve got glass in your heel. I need you to stay put, okay?”

Sam grunts, the closest Dean will probably get to assent. He dashes to the bathroom and pulls out the old green bag that has always been their triage kit. He grabs the whole thing and a flashlight and hauls them back up to Sam, who hasn’t moved. It takes a matter of minutes with the help of the flashlight to get Sam all patched up. He’ll have to be careful of how he steps for a day or two, but he’ll be fine.

“There you go. Just don’t go running any marathons in the next week, kay?”

“Dean,” Sam whines. “I don’t like running.”

That’s not true. Sam loves running. What he means is that he can’t run right now. He’s still building his strength up and sometimes even walking takes it out of him.

He’s getting stronger. Dean watches as he plays with zipper on his jacket because he likes the texture of the ridges. He won’t ever see again. That’s the one thing the doctors are all adamant about, but day by day Dean watches as Sam pulls the pieces together again. He keeps hoping one day he’ll wake up and have his Sam back, bitching about the quality of cereal Dean bought him at the grocery store.

Right now, he leans back next to his brother and closes his eyes. He lets the beacon wash over him again and again. He can see what Sam means about it being soothing.

From:

madebyme-x.livejournal.com

So quiet, painful but beautifully written - I love it!!! I love how you don't quite spell out everything that's happened to Sam, but we get the idea that he's different, but that their relationship is just as strong, if not stronger because of it.

This breaks my heart while also filling it with brotherly feels! Thank you so much for filling the prompt to beautifully and for sharing :)

From:

broken-cinders.livejournal.com

Thank you!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Your prompts are always so great and this one really grabbed me. Thanks!

From:

indiachick.livejournal.com

OMG this is beautiful. Just gentle, quiet and heartbreaking. <3

From:

broken-cinders.livejournal.com

Thank you!

From:

ferlonda.livejournal.com

This is so lovely! I would read more from this 'verse- just saying.

From:

broken-cinders.livejournal.com

Thanks! I'm sort of in the middle of a half dozen other fics and nanowrimo at the moment. Somehow I started a bunch I've yet to finish. I'm writing one that is similar (I'm a sucker for blind Sam), but I'd love to revisit this one eventually.