ohsam | OhSam Triple Play 2015!

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The comm hosted this little event a couple of years ago, and as November 2 is an auspicious day for our darling Sam, today would be the perfect time to revisit this challenge. Welcome to the Triple Play 2015!

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.) the Impala 2.) Dean 3.) a hangover, or 1.) autumn 2.) Rowena 3.) a curse.

Step Two (optional): 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): 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

Sick City by

fireheart13
1.) Las Vegas
2.) Dean
3.) Gall stones

Better Than Trick or Treat by

septembers_coda
1. town of 200 people
2. john
3. parasite

What's in a Job by

cherry916
1. the bunker
2. a service dog
3. PTSD

Hour of Darkness by

amypond45
1. Squatting in an abandoned building.
2. Mary.
3. Fever dream.

Twist in the Wind by

thursdaysisters
1.) the bottom of a ravine
2.) the ghost of Sarah Blake
3.) broken bones

Untitled by

caranfindel
1. The bunker (maybe a newly discovered part?)
2. Dean
3. Impaled

It's Gotta Be a Hex by

tarotgal
1. Crappy motel room
2. Dean and John
3. Strep throat

We Shall Gather at the River by

crowroad3
1. Monument Valley
2. Dean
3. Staked out in the burning sun

Break No Bones by

milly_gal
a) Bobby's panic room
b) Bobby and/or Dean
c) broken leg

What You Don't Know (Can Kill You) by

center_galaxy
1. A foggy deserted road.
2. Jess
3. Car accident.

Bleed by

hugglewolf
1) The Bunker
2) Cas
3) Sam wakes up wounded and weak from blood loss on the floor of the Bunker—with no memory of how he got there, how he got hurt, or where Dean is.

Tornado Warning by

ameliacareful
1.) Setting: somewhere flat and Midwestern
2.) Other character: Dean
3.) H/C scenario: tornado related injuries

(Art) Untitled by

cassiopeia7
1. pacific northwest
2. dean
3. drowning

West of Omaha by

laughablelament
1) the lonesome highway
2) Dean & whoever's in the trunk
3) feverish magic-induced flashbacks

It's Gotta Be The Pie by

tarotgal
1.) the bunker in the middle of the night
2.) Dean
3.) stomach flu

Stone Number One by

caranfindel
1. Bobby's
2. Hallucifer
3. Psychotic episode that doesn't seem to want to end

(Art) Vatican Prison by

amberdreams
1) Vatican jail cell
2) Dean
3) stigmata

It's Gotta Be At Least 200 Stairs by

tarotgal
1. fire escape
2. Dean
3. permanent limp

Remember by

soserendipity
1. A cornfield at night.
2. Dean.
3. Bleeding out.

Surf's Up by

firesign10
1) The beach
2) Jess
3) Kelpie attack

Can We Call It Bob? by

soserendipity
1. Hanging off the ledge of a bridge/tall building
2. Dean
3. Dislocation

Cor Unum by

crowroad3
1) the bunker
2) Dean
3) heart condition

The Forest at Night by

thursdaysisters
1) Car accident
2) John
3) Head Injury

I Can Move Forward Looking Back by

hugglewolf
1) A hunt
2) A hunter (one we've met, or a new one)
3) PTSD

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream by

center_galaxy
1.) Stanford
2.) Brady
3.) Chronic insomnia

The Definition of Insanity by

center_galaxy
1. The Impala
2. Dean
3. Gunshot wound to the gut

In the Woodsman's Cottage by

thursdaysisters
1.) Setting: a forest
2.) Other character: Bobby
3.) H/C scenario: bear trap

Shaken by

cowboyguy
1. A laundromat
2. Dean
3. Trying to heal from a bad fight while trying to wash blood out of their clothes

It's Gotta Be a Plane This Time? by

tarotgal
1) Airport security gate
2) Dean
3) bullet wound

Trapped by

cowboyguy
1. tunnels
2. Dean
3. mutism/voice loss

Cold as Ice by

indiachick
1.) Byberry Mental Hospital
2.) Dean
3.) botched lobotomy

The Source of All Sorrows by

center_galaxy
1.) Hospital
2.) Charlie
3.) coma

Draconids by

crowroad3
1.) High school
2.) EMTs
3.) Fever

Like a Rock by

caranfindel
1.) middle of nowhere
2.) Baby
3.) dislocated shoulder

Dead River by

crowroad3
1. Impala
2. The ghost of a loved one
3. Poisoned

Broken Memories by

cherry916
1) motel room
2) Jody Mills
3) head injury/concussion

Hidden by

hugglewolf
1. backwoods
2. castiel
3. buckshot

Empty Hearts by

center_galaxy
1.) Hospital
2.) Charlie
3.) Panic attack

Unsettled by

cowboyguy
1.) the bunker in the middle of the night
2.) Dean
3.) stomach flu

Splintered by

themegalosaurus
1. THE BUNKER
2. DEMON!DEAN
3. HAMMER

Fingerprint by anonymous
1. Impala
2. Dean
3. touch starvation

It's Gotta Be Four in the Morning by

tarotgal
1. Roadhouse
2. Ellen
3. Respiratory illness

Bitter and Sick by

indiachick
1. Setting is author's choice
2. Dean
3. Forced/tricked into ingesting demon blood

words like glass by anonymous
1.) Camp Chitaqua, post-apocalypse
2.) Dean, Stoner Cas
3.) disfigurement, mutism

Feathers and Claws by

themegalosaurus
1) Decrepit old building
2) A priest
3) Demonic possession

Maleficus by

crowroad3
1. Field at night
2. Witch doctors
3. Blood-letting

Sup by

hugglewolf
1) A grassy field at night
2) Castiel
3) Poison

It's Gotta Be a Damn Ghost by

tarotgal
1. A busy bar in Stanford
2. Jess/Brady/Becky/Zach/Luis (any or all!)
3. Beaten up (bruises, bloody nose, scrapes, or maybe even a broken bottle to the head/body!)

Somewhere, Beyond the Sea by

center_galaxy
1) Somewhere watery
2) Dean
3) Amnesia

Dis(connected) by

center_galaxy
1) On the end of a phone
2) Bobby or Castiel
3) Blood loss, in and out of consciousness

It's Gotta Be a Day and a Half Now by

tarotgal
1.) Singer Salvage scrap yard
2.) Bobby
3.) exhaustion

Placebo by anonymous
1) the woods
2) Dean
3) bitten by a snake

Hiss by

cowboyguy
1) the woods
2) Dean
3) bitten by a snake

Across the clouds I see my shadow fly by

caranfindel
1) Coffee shop or Diner
2) Employee of said establishment
3) Gun shot wound

Check It Out by

themegalosaurus
1. MOL Bunker
2. Dean (and/or Charlie, Cas, or Kevin)
3. A curse involving plaid shirts or plaid in general (you're screwed, Sammy! Will they figure it out?)

The End of the World (and Back Again) by

harrigan
1. A boathouse
2. Dean
3. Permanent physical disability (knee/hip/leg etc)

If Only by

foolscapper
1. Hell, the cage
2. Castiel
3. hallucinations

Bitten (art) by

foolscapper
1.) zombie infested suburbia
2.) Dean, Bobby
3.) bitten

Play It Again, Sam by

caranfindel
1) A hospital
2) Dr Cara Roberts
3) Axe wound(s) to the upper body

The Mustard Seed by

kettle_o_fish
1. Out on a case
2. Dean
3. Sam develops minor healing powers (not angel-level resurrection or demon killing, more like curing lesser illnesses, fixing broken bones, moderate wounds, etc). However, each time he helps someone, there's a drain on his own health/strength. Dean wonders if it's worth the toll it takes on Sam.

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From:

madebyme-x.livejournal.com

1. A foggy deserted road.
2. Jess
3. Car accident.

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

Author's Note: Sam and Jess? Yes please!

“So?” Jessica begins, voice tight and strained. She’s still dressed in her flannel p.j.s, blonde hair askew and her eyes glassy from exhaustion. It was close to three AM when he woke her up—normal hours for him; an ungodly one for her—and bundled her in blankets before getting her into a car that he “borrowed” (i.e. stole, but intended to return) from Brady.
“So.” He turns on the radio, trying to keep her unaware of the grave situation that’s unfolding around them. She’s blissfully in the dark, unaware of all the things that go bump in the night, of all the things that could kill her in horrifically brutal and gruesome ways.
“Sam.” She places a warm hand on his wrist, her eyes pooling with concern. “What’s going on?”
He’d begged her to get into the car, no questions asked, and she acquiesced—though whether that was because she was too tired to press the issue or because he saw the sheer panic on his face remains to be seen—and he got onto the road as calmly as he could. He can’t allow himself to be pulled over by the cops until it’s over and she is safe.
“Just trust me.” He pleads, voice breathy. He doesn’t know what else to say without ripping the Band-Aid off his past, telling her every awful, too crazy to be real detail of hunts gone by, of creatures she believes to be mere fantasy.
It’s not though.
And somehow Jessica had managed to make herself a target.

She’d been staying later at the library, working late on her latest English essay. She’d always call before she left though, except for that one night—the night that changed everything.
He’d tried not to panic, of course, when she was late. Jessica was always careful, always prepared with her pepper spray and her self-defense training. But as midnight approached, he knew, deep down, that something was wrong. So, Sam Winchester did something he’d never thought he’d do again. He prepared himself for a hunt and went down to the library.
Jessica had been bleeding out on the floor, a dark faerie standing before her, a blood-crusted blade in her hand. The faerie’s eyes were as dark as storm clouds, but sparkled like stars. With plum lips and sinewy arms, the faerie smiled cruelly as she reached out towards him.
“Come away with me.”
He knew that faeries were fickle and flighty creatures. They killed those they viewed as rivals and kidnapped those that they found lovely. Jessica was a target of opportunity and Sam was the consolation prize, so to speak.
Sam fished out some iron powder and quickly tossed at the eerily beautiful creature. She flinched and let out a piercing scream as the powder burned her skin and quickly, Sam grabbed his girlfriend. The powder wouldn’t subdue the faerie for long, but he didn’t have time to properly deal with her. Banishing a faerie required a complicated spell with ingredients he didn’t have on hand.
The best course of action—retreat.

He’d called Dean the next morning as he sprinkled iron powder along the windowsill and doorway of Jessica’s hospital room, in the hopes that this would keep out the determined faerie.
“She’s been marked,” Dean murmured softly. “The blood the faerie took is like a tracking device. Until she dies, she’ll find Jessica anywhere.”
“That’s what I figured,” Sam sighed, glancing at his girlfriend’s peacefully sleeping visage. “I can’t do this on my own.”
“I’m in Florida,” Dean informed him. “If I start driving now, I can meet you outside of town in a few days.”
“You think I should get her out of the hospital?” Sam asked, adding more iron powder, just for good measure.
“She should be fine.” Dean answered. “There’s too much iron equipment in there for her to get through. Just get her in the car as soon as she’s discharged. I’ll meet up with you soon.”
“Thanks, Dean.”
He could almost picture his brother’s smile on the other end of the line.
“Anytime, Sammy.”
The phone call disconnected and Sam felt like he could finally breathe.
They had a plan.
Jessica would be okay.
It would all be okay.

Edited Date: 2015-11-03 10:14 pm (UTC)

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

Which was how they ended up here, in the car, driving on a dirt road to meet up with Dean and draw the faerie out. No other cars were out—too early for commuters, too late for trucks—and Sam feels like he can breathe somewhat now that the plan is in motion.
“Sam?” Jessica tries again. “Please, what’s going on?”
“I need you to trust me.” He says softly, hoping to God that she’ll drop it, that he won’t have to open her eyes to his twisted reality. Would she even still look at him the same way if she knew what kind of blood he has on his hands? Would she be able to look past it? Would she want to?
Her lips purse and her brow furrows. He’s never pulled out the “No questions asked” card. Their relationship is one of honestly, up to a certain part. His past is, of course, off the table. She, on the other hand, refuses to discuss her extended family. They give and take; they traverse this complicated relationship together.
He should’ve expected this, after all.
You can never escape your past fully.
“Sam.” She grips his hand, worried now, he can read her so well and she must be able to see the panic written on his face. Is she scared, he wonders? Is she afraid that he’s finally gone off the deep end?
“You trust me?” He questions.
She doesn’t hesitate before replying, “Yes.”
“Then, don’t ask anymore questions.”
She thinks she was mugged at the library. That’s the story he concocted at the hospital. It was too simple really—he tossed her purse in the dumpster and shredded her credit cards and I.D.—and the police bought it hook, line and sinker.
“You’re lucky,” They had told her at the hospital. “Your boyfriend stopped the mugger.”
She’d beamed and kissed him and he’d felt nothing but grief. If only it had been that simple. If only he had been prepared.
But he hadn’t been and now Jessica is in danger.
“Do you want the radio on?” She asks quietly.
“Yeah, sure.”
She turns on the radio, classic rock filtering into the car.
He knows the second the plan goes sideway. They’re twenty minutes away from the rendezvous point and the dirt road has grown increasingly foggy. That’s the first warning sign. He increases his speed, foolishly hoping he can outrun the faerie.
He can’t.
She’s floating in the middle of the fog and he doesn’t even have time to swerve before the faerie flicks her hand out and the car goes flying.
The last thing he’s aware of is grabbing Jessica’s hand and gripping it as the car hurtles off the road.
Then, nothing.

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

The first thing he’s aware of is a splitting pain in his head.
He winces as his eyes blink open. He can’t take a deep breath in—three broken ribs, he concludes—and the world seems to be spinning around him. He forces himself to unbuckle his seatbelt and thanks his lucky stars that the car landed upright, those obviously worse for wear. The windshield is shattered, glass is everywhere.
“I warned ye.” The faerie floats before him, Jessica’s slumped figure in her arms. “Yet, ye would not heed my warning.” She grins maliciously. “Now, I shall kill the one who cherish.”
Sam pushes through the pain and reaches for the gun in the glove compartment, the one loaded with pure iron bullets. He grimaces as he fires off the first shot through the empty windshield and the faerie drops Jessica as the bullet scrapes her arm.
“Hunter, ye shall regret that!” The faerie screams and Sam throws himself out of the car as she raises it up and tosses it across the road once more.
It’s a very real possibility that Sam will lose this fight on this dusty road. He’s only got a few more shots left and there’s no other identifiable source of iron nearby. He’s injured, bleeding, on the verge of passing out and the faerie is so powerful.
But if he loses, Jessica will die.
And that is unacceptable.
“Back off!” Sam shouts, taking aim again, trying to get a direct shot, even though his vision blurs as his head throbs and his lungs burn as the air around him becomes thick as syrup.
“Ye challenge me, hunter?” The faerie smirks at this, lips cruelly turning upwards in a twisted parody of a smile.
“I challenge you.” He echoes. “As a warrior.”
The faerie’s eyes widen.
“Ye invoke the ancient ways?” She questions, voice tinged with curiosity.
“You have no claim to this woman nor me.” He forces his voice to come out strong, not laced with the pain that’s consuming him. “And I charge you to release me and her or I shall seek the aid of the Seelie court and, as custom, a battle of the wits shall take place.”
He’s bluffing of course, calling on the aid of the “good” faeries, the ones that help humans. He has no such connections. The Seelie court would probably kill him just as much as the Unseelie court would. Hunters were not loved by any faerie.
The faerie debates this, trying to see if he’s lying. If she figures out that he is, he and Jess will be killed, no question about it.
“Very well.” The faerie practically pouts. She waves her hand the bloody blade appears. “I release my claim on this mortal and on you.” The blade shatters and in a flash is gone. The fog begins to dissipate and the faerie smirks before adding, “Well played, Hunter.”
Then, like the mist, she fades away.
And Sam, his strength and adrenaline gone, is unconscious before his body even hits the road.

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

Author's Note: Sorry about the weird numbering. I kept exceeding the word limit! Thanks for the awesome prompt!

He wakes up two days later at the local hospital.
“Sammy?” Dean stands before him, his brother’s face filled with relief. “You okay?”
The memories come flooding back and he sits upright much too quickly, begins to cough, can’t catch his breath and for a second, Sam wonders if this will how he will die.
But Dean is there, rubbing comforting circles on his back, whispering reassuring words in his ear.
“Jess!” He manages to gasp out.
“She’s okay.” Dean assures him. “She’s in the next room. Just a minor concussion and a few cuts.”
“You’re sure?” Sam presses.
“I’m sure,” Dean promises. “The faerie didn’t get a chance to really do anything to her.”
Sam lies back down, head hitting the tough pillow, “Thank God.”
“She can’t remember anything about the accident.” Dean continues softly. “The cover story I gave to the hospital is that a coyote ran out onto the road, you swerved and well, that’s what happened.”
Sam’s eyebrows raise, “They bought that?”
Dean grins, “Well, I can be pretty damn convincing.”
Sam nods his head and a few moments of silence pass.
“You scared the shit out of me, Sammy.” Dean confesses quietly. “I got there, saw the totaled car, and Jessica was bleeding and then you—” His brother’s voice cuts out and then he steadies it and goes on, “Two broken ribs, punctured lung, concussion, countless lesions, internal bleeding—you must have Winchester luck.”
Sam huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, maybe.”
More comfortable silence.
“Jessica is too pretty for you.” Dean teases and Sam grins.
“Yeah.” He admits. “Not sure how I managed that one.”
“Those puppy dog eyes,” Dean points out. “Those get the girls every time.”
“Shut up.” Sam coughs, the laughter upsetting his delicate condition.
Dean takes a seat back in the bedside chair.
“You’re staying?” Sam inquires hesitantly. Dean must have other hunts to do. Their father must have a million things for the older Winchester brother to do.
“No shit, Sherlock.” His brother chuckles. “Get some sleep. You look like crap and I’m pretty sure if Jessica sees you like that, she’ll change her mind about dating you.”
“You’re just jealous.” Sam sticks out his tongue, childish and loving every second of it.
“Yeah.” Dean sobers. “I am.”
“Dean—” There’s more to that then Dean’s letting on, but this is neither the time nor place to figure it out. Exhaustion is eating away at his consciousness and his eyelids feel like there are sandbags on them.
“Go to sleep, Sammy.” Dean whispers. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He’s not though.
In the end, Dean leaves a note about how their father called about a hunt and how he had to go and Sam, while disappointed, understands. Normalcy has never been Dean’s ambition and while they are still bound to each other through family ties, they are simply two ships passing in the night.
So, he gets discharged from the hospital, takes Jessica’s hand in his and fearlessly charts his course into places unknown.
But he knows, deep down he knows, Dean will always be there for him when it counts.
And for now, that will have to be enough.

From:

caranfindel.livejournal.com

squee!!!!

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

Thanks for reading! :)

From:

madebyme-x.livejournal.com

I love what you did with the prompt. Adding Dean, a hunt that involves Jess, the fae and lore, with bonus brotherly moments - what's not to love!?!

Thank you for sharing and writing :)

From:

center-galaxy.livejournal.com

Aww, thanks so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed!

From:

cassiopeia7.livejournal.com

Beautifully creepy interpretation of the prompts! Sam doing everything to save Jess; Dean rushing to save Sam, the wonderful feeling of time running out . . . I could definitely see this as a pre-series episode. Awesome fill, and thank you for sharing!