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OhSam November meme 2018!
It’s that time again … our annual November 2nd OhSam meme!
BOOST THE SIGNAL
Step 1: Leave a comment with a prompt. As always, since we are a Sam-focused hurt/comfort community, Sam should be the primary recipient of any of the hurt and/or comfort. Prompts can involve Sam being sick, hurt, angst-filled, grief-bearded, or any other scenario that will put him into a hurt/comfort-y type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)
Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!
The rules:
-Post one prompt per comment, please. This makes it easier to track, and easier to tell which fills go with which prompts. If you have several prompts, post them in separate comments.
-Prompts can be as short or as detailed as you like, but shorter prompts give people more wiggle room to create.
-Post as many prompts as you'd like! The more, the merrier.
-Same goes for fills. You're welcome to fill as many prompts as you want to, and multiple people can absolutely fill the same prompt. We love to see different takes on the same concept.
-Like we said, h/c and Sam-centric.
-No real-person fic (RPF), please.
-Anon posting will be enabled. If you came here from tumblr and don’t have an LJ, just leave an anon comment linking back to your tumblr or AO3 post for any fic/art fills to prompts!
-Use the code below if your fic/art contains potential triggers (non/dub-con, abuse, self-harm, etc.):
-NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES. Please be courteous and post spoiler warnings for recently aired episodes. Use the following code for spoilers:
-Post fic fills as replies to the initial comment with the subject line “FILLED: [Title] (1/1)” for the number of parts your fic will have (If it doesn’t fit in a single comment, then change to (1/2), (2/2) or however many parts you’ll have. If the fic runs away from you and becomes too long to easily fit in comments, you can also link directly its original source post on LJ, AO3, etc.)
-Post art fills with a link to the original source, preferably with a thumbnail image. Please note whether the art is SFW or NSFW.
-Feedback is love. If you liked it, leave a comment!
-Contact a mod if you have a question.
-Pimp this meme! Spread the word to your friends! As with prompts and fills, the more, the merrier!
-No spamming. No flaming. No character bashing.
-Play nice and have fun!
The mods will update the post with a masterlist of prompts/fills periodically throughout the meme. If you notice a prompt or a fill missing from the masterlist, please poke![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quickreaver or cowboyguy and we'll get that updated as soon as we can.
BOOST THE SIGNAL
Step 1: Leave a comment with a prompt. As always, since we are a Sam-focused hurt/comfort community, Sam should be the primary recipient of any of the hurt and/or comfort. Prompts can involve Sam being sick, hurt, angst-filled, grief-bearded, or any other scenario that will put him into a hurt/comfort-y type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)
Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!
The rules:
-Post one prompt per comment, please. This makes it easier to track, and easier to tell which fills go with which prompts. If you have several prompts, post them in separate comments.
-Prompts can be as short or as detailed as you like, but shorter prompts give people more wiggle room to create.
-Post as many prompts as you'd like! The more, the merrier.
-Same goes for fills. You're welcome to fill as many prompts as you want to, and multiple people can absolutely fill the same prompt. We love to see different takes on the same concept.
-Like we said, h/c and Sam-centric.
-No real-person fic (RPF), please.
-Anon posting will be enabled. If you came here from tumblr and don’t have an LJ, just leave an anon comment linking back to your tumblr or AO3 post for any fic/art fills to prompts!
-Use the code below if your fic/art contains potential triggers (non/dub-con, abuse, self-harm, etc.):
-NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES. Please be courteous and post spoiler warnings for recently aired episodes. Use the following code for spoilers:
-Post fic fills as replies to the initial comment with the subject line “FILLED: [Title] (1/1)” for the number of parts your fic will have (If it doesn’t fit in a single comment, then change to (1/2), (2/2) or however many parts you’ll have. If the fic runs away from you and becomes too long to easily fit in comments, you can also link directly its original source post on LJ, AO3, etc.)
-Post art fills with a link to the original source, preferably with a thumbnail image. Please note whether the art is SFW or NSFW.
-Feedback is love. If you liked it, leave a comment!
-Contact a mod if you have a question.
-Pimp this meme! Spread the word to your friends! As with prompts and fills, the more, the merrier!
-No spamming. No flaming. No character bashing.
-Play nice and have fun!
The mods will update the post with a masterlist of prompts/fills periodically throughout the meme. If you notice a prompt or a fill missing from the masterlist, please poke
quickreaver or cowboyguy and we'll get that updated as soon as we can.
FILLED Jefferson Starship (2/4)
“W-what are y-you?” Sam asked, his left hand cupping the foreign object protruding from his stomach.
The thing opened its mouth to reveal sharp fangs and threw out its left hand, a spike shooting from its wrist. It took Sam a second to register everything, but he clumsily swung his right arm out, yielding the knife at his attacker. The thing stepped back, causing Sam to stumble forward, jolting the spike in his abdomen.
“Oh, I am one of a kind, thanks to you and your pet angel.” The creature hissed. “You killed my brothers, my mother, and now I’m going to watch you die. Watch your brother mourn.”
Before Sam could react, the creature ran off, disappearing into the surrounding forest. Sam’s knees buckled and he reached out to catch himself on a near by pillar. His shirt soaking up blood.
He pushed himself off the pillar, stumbling to the wall across from him. Using the wall as his crutch, he slowly made his way back to the motel room. Sam shakily turned the door knob and leaned against the door frame to keep himself from falling forward.
“Dean,” he whispered, unable to take in enough air to speak any louder.
“Yeah, still awake,” Dean mumbled as he removed the arm draped over his head.
Sam moved away from the door frame slightly, giving his brother a good view of the spike. He saw the moment Dean registered his injury and it was right about the moment Sam felt himself losing the battle with consciousness.
“Sam!” Dean screamed. “What the fuck?”
And that was the last thing Sam heard, before he dropped to his knees. Thankfully something stopped him from falling flat on his face and he let himself slip away, taking in the familiar scent of beer and gunpowder.
“Dean,” The soft whisper was enough to get his attention.
He moaned and slowly lifted his arm from across his eyes, “Yeah, still awake.”
As he sat up and turned his head toward the door his eyes instantly registered the painful look across his brother’s face. Then he noticed the spike and saw Sam stumble forward.
“Sam!” He threw the covers back and flew out of bed. “What the fuck?”
Dean fell to his knees in front of Sam, catching his brother before he could completely hit the floor. He pushed Sam back slightly to get a good look at the protruding spike. Dean held Sam’s shoulder with one hand as he gently probed the front of the puncture wound. Then he let Sam’s head rest on his shoulder as he took a look at the entry wound.
There were just so many organs that could have been damaged and Dean was afraid if he removed the spike, he would be making it even worse. He pushed Sam back again, brushing the hair away from his brother’s face before firmly tapping Sam’s cheek.
“Wake up, Sam.” He commanded, then a little softer, “come on, Sammy.”
Sam slowly blinked his eyes, glancing around the room in confusion. Dean kept one hand on Sam’s shoulder, the other cupping the younger man’s face.
“Hey buddy,” Dean smiled when Sam’s eyes finally focused on him. “Can you tell me what happened?”
“It’s n-not a v-vamp,” Sam wheezed. “It had s-spikes.”
He stared at Sam, taking a moment to comprehend what he had said. “The thing we’re hunting did this?” He asked, watching Sam nod.