OhSam November meme 2018!

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It’s that time again … our annual November 2nd OhSam meme!




BOOST THE SIGNAL

<center><a href="https://ohsam.livejournal.com/942203.html"><img src="https://ic.pics.livejournal.com/ohsam_mod/77003009/4659/4659_900.png" alt="OhSam November 2018 meme banner" title="OhSamNovBanner2018.png"> </a></center><p><center><b>Time for the annual November 2nd OhSam meme! Bring your prompts!</b></center>


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.):

<lj-spoiler title="Warnings -- Click to Open">WARNINGS GO HERE</lj-spoiler>

-NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES. Please be courteous and post spoiler warnings for recently aired episodes. Use the following code for spoilers:

<lj-spoiler title="Spoilers -- Click to Open">SPOILERS GO HERE</lj-spoiler>

-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.

Comments

Filled 1/2 Taken

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

Sam’s never taking Lunesta again. Just one of the random pills in his small, personal med kit (his) There was just no way he was going to fall asleep on his own last night after fleeing the scene and ending up here, but he knew he’d need the rest, and he’s still so angry now after sleeping six hours.

The angel is gone now. Sam’s full awareness and agency isn’t the only thing it took; all-consuming rage isn’t the only thing it left behind. He’s sure of that, and he has to identify it more specifically, but can’t quite reach it.

Sam could have gone back . To Kansas, to Cas. He will.

But right now he’s having a hard time with his phone. The maps don’t make any sense. He grabs the TV remote, presses the big button at the top without looking, and the television comes on. News, he thinks, local news. But something’s off with that too, because all the graphics are wrong. Blocks with just weird shapes in the corner and ticking across the bottom of the screen. Like - blurry? Some funky effect that’s clearly not working.

Probably it’s that stupid sleeping pill, fucking with his brain. He doesn’t even clearly remember getting here last night; there’s a flash of throwing cash on a counter, a man telling him last room down that way, slamming the trunk closed on the stolen Camry he’d driven here.

Sam doesn’t feel any other lingering effects from it, though. He’s not tired, not sleepy, not groggy. He’s also not hungry, but reaches for the folded up pamphlet on the nightstand, the one that tells weary travelers where they can get food, or liquor, or a Wal-Mart.

And something’s wrong, definitely, very wrong. Because the paper is covered in random letters, numbers, and symbols. Some are backward, some are upside-down. Sam blinks, shakes his head, blinks again. It looks the same.

RE: Filled 2/2 Taken

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

With shaking hands, he drops it and opens his laptop. Today’s random image on the screen saver is a meteor shower. Figures. Clicks and sees the last website he’d had up and that’s it. He can’t make sense of anything on the page except for the pictures.

Because he can’t read.

He stares for a few more seconds, then shoves the laptop to the floor, because his breath his coming faster and faster now, sweat is dripping from his hairline. He pulls up his knees and leans back against the headboard, can feel the knot in his throat and the stinging in his eyes but doesn’t fight them.

Sam starts to cry, and then he’s sobbing, heaving in big breaths when he can, his face streaked with tears and snot and he feels like he won’t ever stop.

He’s seen, he thinks, everything scary that can possibly exist.

None of them are more terrifying than not being able to read.

So he shakes and he weeps and he has no idea how long he’s been lying there but he knows he has to get back to the bunker. He’s not far, but -

Surely there are people who can’t read and still drive a car? Right?

Sam doesn’t know if he can walk to the bathroom without being able to read. If he can keep breathing without being able to read.

He has to do it. He’s not calling Dean. Everyone thinks Dean’s the one who knows every highway and back road in the lower 48, they don’t know that when paper maps were the only navigation tool available Sam spent all of his childhood learning them because his brother and his dad got motion sickness if they tried to read in the car.

Sam doesn’t need exit signs or state road mile markers. He’ll be fine (except that he is so incredibly not fine at all), he’ll make it.

He’ll make it and then he’ll call Cas, and then Cas will do that thing where he touches Sam’s cheek and calms his down, and then Cas will fix it.

First he’ll have to stop crying.

RE: Filled 2/2 Taken

[justine fun (from livejournal.com)]

So cool, I can totally understand that not being able to read might be Sam's worse nightmare.

RE: Filled 2/2 Taken

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

I loved this! You really captured Sam's horror and helpless at not being able to read. Thank you for sharing :)

Re: Filled 2/2 Taken

[alyndra]

Made me all shuddery! I think I share this nightmare with Sam…

AO3 link to fic

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16531646