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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 (3/4)
“Had fangs too,” Sam’s eyes started to drift closed again so Dean taped his cheek.
“Sam,” he figured it was a good idea to keep Sam talking until he could formulate a plan. “What else can you tell me?”
“He said h-he was one of a k-kind thanks to us.” Sam started to lift his hand to his abdomen, but dean quickly intercepted it, locking his fingers around Sam’s wrist.
“I don’t recall a monster with spikes and fa-,” Dean’s eyes went wide and he whispered, “Jefferson Starship.”
“The band?” Sam questioned. “Not s-seeing the connection here.”
Dean shook his head, “We found them back in Oregon. Eve’s monsters.”
“Cas killed them all,” Sam argued.
“I’m thinking he missed one.” Dean took a closer look at the spike, confirming that it was indeed similar to a wraiths. “Sam, we’re going to need to get this removed.”
“Okay,” Sam nodded in agreement. “Go ahead.”
“No way, Dude,” Dean shook his head vehemently. “I’m not doing this here.”
“Dean,” Sam stared at him with pleading eyes, but Dean managed to stay strong. He wasn’t taking any chances.
Ignoring Sam’s protest, Dean gently helped Sam sit back, careful not to jostle the spike too much. He made sure Sam was steady enough before he stumbled over to his bed and grabbed his phone. As soon as he knelt back down beside Sam, the younger brother shakily reaches out and gripped Dean’s wrist.
Dean stared at his brother, giving him a reassuring smile as he dialed the three digit number that was always a Winchester’s last resort. He stayed close to Sam as he rambled off the important details to the operator. His brother kept the firm grip on his wrist the entire time, only letting go when the paramedics made Dean move aside.
It was a whirl wind of movement. Question after question being asked and luckily Dean knew the answer to most of them, even though his body was running on auto pilot.
“We can’t remove this here,” one of the medics looked from Sam to Dean as he explained the situation. “We’re going to need to keep him upright. You can follow us to the hospital.”
“No,” Dean and Sam shouted at the same time, though Sam’s was more of a breathy whisper.
“I’m going with him,” Dean stated, not leaving any room for argument.
One look at Dean and the Medic knew better than to say a word. He simply nodded as he and his partner carefully helped Sam to his feet. Sam let out a painful cry as he was lifted into a standing position.
“Watch it,” Dean warned, staring daggers at the two men currently helping his brother.
“I’m okay,” Sam smiled tiredly and Dean could tell he was trying to make him feel better, even if it was a terrible attempt.
“Says the shish kabob,” He quickly grabbed his keys from the table as he followed to the ambulance, climbing right in and sitting beside his brother with a uneasy sigh. As soon as he knew Sam really was okay, he’d figure out how to kill the sonuvabitch, but that could wait a bit longer.