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

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From:

dragonflybeach.livejournal.com

1. lost in the mountains
2. Dean, but they're separated at the moment.
3. there's blood on the snow, and Sam doesn't know if it's his, Dean's, or the monster's.

From:

yuriookino.livejournal.com

Title: One Purpose
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: Gen
Word count: 1400
Warnings: Suicide attempt, blood
A/N: Sorry for my English TTATT

The blood is dark in the moonlight, and ice crystals create sparkling galaxies in each stained footprint. Sam keeps following them, air filled with frosted breaths and echoes of his crunchy steps. His phone lies lost somewhere behind him in the snow, in a hidden spot where he has no time to look, as the minutes go by and the blood spills faster and fills the footprints more and more, like icy wine cups.

Someone is bleeding out, and the certainty that that one is Dean is what makes him forget about the monster still lurking in the woods, and himself.

He doesn’t remember how the hunt started, nor what they were hunting, but the feeling that something is shifting around him, watching, never leaves Sam, and the sheer panic that slowly crowls up the back of this skull has turned him into the hunted one. He knows that.

He also knows that one moment Dean was beside him, and the next one he wasn’t. All that was left of him were footprints and blood in the snow. Sam must have passed out, because there’s something missing - aside from his brother. A piece of him. A piece of his consciousness. Something is not right.

‘What were you hunting?’, he asks himself, trying to keep himself grounded, to think rationally, because he knows that fear is his enemy now, and if he stops thinking - if he stops being the geeky boy now - Dean is lost for good.

He can only remember cold and red eyes, red as blood in the firelight. That thing is still out there, he can feel it and he’s not sure anymore that what he hears are his own raspy breaths.

“Dean!” he calls out, and then tries to calm himself down one more time, once he hears the anguish in his voice.

This won’t be the end. If he keeps following the footprints he will reach something, at some point. They can’t go on forever. Sam tries to make these thoughts louder than the dark ones, those that want to convince him that all hope is lost, that Dean is already dead, that that amount of blood on the ground is too much for anyone to survive, let alone to keep walking at that speed.

What if those are not Dean’s footprints? Not his blood? That shadow of hope almost makes him tremble, as he keeps on dragging himself through the woods, one step after another, ignoring the exhaustion that lurks in his body.

But he still needs to know where that blood trail is going, he needs to make sure. Also, even if that’s not Dean’s blood, his brother is still lost somewhere, and the most logic conclusion is that he is hunting the monster down by himself. Almost equally terrifying.

He calls out for his brother again. He doesn’t know for how long he’s been walking, nor for how long he will be able to keep on going. His legs are heavy and cold. He feels his body getting closer and closer to the ground, like the opposite poles of magnets reaching for each other. His breaths are faster, the frozen clouds almost makes it difficult to see his trail. Like his eyesight is getting foggier, and his mind is a maze and each thought gets more difficult to grasp.

There’s more blood on the ground, also more footprints - but he might be seeing double. Also fuzzy. That can’t be right. He’s quite sure he has seen that particular tree before.

Suddenly a new sound in the air, and he slows down. It’s an echo that doesn’t belong to that stillness. It could be the monster. Maybe Sam has finally reached hit. He looks around, eyes darting in the dark - he thinks it’s getting darker. The sound again, like a cry, like a creature in pain. Something appears far away, half hidden by the trees. A splotch of colour in the night. And that splotch has a voice.

“Sam,” he hears, and before he can realise it, his instinct is driving him to walk towards the figure that he’s supposed to recognise.

“Sam,” it goes again, and now Sam knows he’s running towards Dean. He feels his chest untighten and he can start breathing a little more easily. Relief fills his brain with new purpose and one single word: Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean.

From:

yuriookino.livejournal.com

When he reaches him, Sam is quite surprised by the emotions he reads on his brother’s features, like he’s worried sick, but he must have thought he had lost Sam too, so maybe that’s not so strange,

“Dean I looked for you…”

“Sam! You need to stop for Christ’s sake!”

Well, that is weird. That expression doesn’t go away. Dean looks at him like he’s about burst out in screams - he’s basically screaming now - and he clutches his arms so tight he stops Sam’s blood flow.

“You need to sit down!”

Sam doesn’t understand. Although he admits he’s tired and the ground looks comfortable right now.

“Dean, are you hurt?! I thought this blood trail...”

Dean looks like he doesn’t believe what he’s hearing. He looks broken. His breath his shaking a little, and so are his hands.

“That’s not my blood, Sam.”

Sam is relieved.

“It must be the monster’s, then. Did you hit it? What was it? I can’t remember.”
Dean still tries to guide him to the ground, but Sam doesn’t comply, not yet, not before he knows what’s going on. Not before he knows they’re safe there.

“There’s no monster, Sam. We’re alone.”

“What?” Sam looks around unsure.

“Sammy, please, sit down.” Dean is practically begging, and Sam cannot ignore that. He finally sits on the snow.

“Dean, whose blood is this?!”

“Sh, it’s okay. Everything’s fine. I’m not mad, Sam.”

“Wha-”

He stops. They’re not alone. Dean is wrong. The monster, who has been waiting for the right moment, has finally revealed himself, and he’s standing in front of Sam. Dean can’t see it, because he’s giving him his back. He can’t see that the Devil is right behind him, a smile frozen on his lips and eyes glowing like fire.

“Who- whose blood is this?” Sam asks again.

As an answer, Lucifer raises his arms in front of him, showing the smooth, untouched and pale skin. Sam mirrors him, he looks down, he turns his palms up and finds them red. The blood has already started encrusting there, but it’s still spilling from the two, horrible, dark gashes that run up his forearms.

He starts shaking, he doesn’t understand. He looks at Dean for answers, but he’s busy turning anything he can find into tourniquets and wrapping them around Sam’s wrists. The blood soaks the fabric so fast and Sam can’t do anything but watching it.

Dean is frantic, Sam is frozen.

He’s lying down on the snow. He feels his whole body trembling and doesn’t know how to stop it. He breathes faster, but the oxygen doesn’t fill his lungs. His chest is tightened and his head is spinning. He feels tears rolling down his cheeks, he can’t do anything about it.

“I’m going to fix this, okay?” Dean says, almost whispering. But Sam hears the panic in his voice. “I’m not mad.”

He keeps saying it, and that can mean only one thing: Sam has done it to himself. He has done it and he can’t remember. He can’t remember slashing his arms open. He can only remember running, following his own blood and footprints, around and around, calling for Dean, thinking his brother was the one bleeding out.

He can’t believe he himself is the reason why his brother is now on the verge of breaking, trained hands now shaking and suddenly unsure on what to do next to fix that mess. Because there’s no fixing. Sam has done it. And he can’t undo it now.

Lucifer steps forward. There was a monster all along, a monster that Sam only can see, cold, with eyes on fire. The monster that whispers unthinkable things into his ears. But the monster has nothing else left to say, now. He places his hands on Sam’s mouth and nose and presses down. He cuts his air out and watches him struggling. The smile is still there. Sam can read it - with his own desperation and regret. It convinces him that that is the right thing to do. To die. His only purpose. Sam hates himself when he realises he’s starting to believe that.

“I’ll fix this, Sammy.”

As everything turns to darkness and Dean’s face is the only thing left, Sam holds onto it until the very end. He holds onto the only thing he’s sure is real.

Dean is the only one who can fix him.

Edited Date: 2017-02-17 06:36 pm (UTC)