Sam Winchester

[Sam Winchester]

[SAMUEL] [-Sam-] [WINCHESTER]



[I'm standing on my own. Remembering the one I left at home.]

Full name: Samuel Lucas Winchester
Alias: Sam Winchester and countless others.
Race: Human—Hunter
Planet of Origin: Earth
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight—for now.
Affiliation: Good, mostly. Depends on the day.
Play by: Jared Padalecki
Fandom: Supernatural



Personality:
Where does one begin on Sam’s personality? Should they start with his stubbornness? He is an extremely hard-headed individual. When he thinks he’s right and you’re wrong, be careful. No matter if he’s actually wrong, he will defend his opinion to the end. Even if it’s something stupid like licorice tasting gross or salad being the greatest food in the history of the universe. Maybe they should begin with his sensitivity? As a hunter, he has a hard shell built up over the past twenty-five years, but if one is able to crack that shell…then they will find a big heart with plenty of chick-flick moments to go around. Sam is willing to do whatever it takes to protect who he considers his family, no matter the cost.
Perhaps they should start with his inability to tell the truth 100% of the time? Hunters are natural liars, they’d just tell you the moon was made of blue cheese and because they’re so seamless when it comes to lying, you’d just as soon believe them. So, it’s no wonder that Sam has made a career out of lying and hiding the truth. Hiding the truth about what he does and how he feels about everything. There’s also his goofy side. It doesn’t come out that often, or around many people. But those that truly know Sam know that he has a quick and dry sense of humor. He is extremely intelligent, and therefore extremely witty. His mind is as sharp as his tongue and a quick self-deprecating joke could easily slide from his mouth without missing a beat. Wherever you choose to begin on the personality of Sam, the end result is still the same.


Appearance:
They don’t call him “Moose” for nothing. He’s a strapping 6’4” with a weight of 220 to match. He’s often hunched over as to not frighten any villagers who might think he’s the next King Kong or Andre the Giant. He is, for the most part, a gentle giant. Unless you make him angry, then he seems to triple in size. Let’s just say, you wouldn’t like him when he’s angry. His face is usually hidden by his long brunette locks. The longer his hair is, the redder it seems to look. Sam doesn’t look very much like his elder brother, but the family resemblance is somewhat there. His dimples are what make most women easy targets when it comes to him. He can simply flash one of the two taking residence on his face, and they’re falling to their feet for him. Not that he notices, of course.
Scars: Numerous. One large one along his spine from where he was stabbed a couple of years previously. Too many other scars to name, so many stories attached to those. If you want to know where they came from, just ask. He remembers most of them.
Tattoos or piercings: Aside from an Anti-Possession charm tattooed on his chest, there is nothing to report.
Distinguishing features: His poor taste in clothing. Mustard colored shirts, the never-ending supply of flannel, and need we forget to mention the hideous pink/white flowered shirt of angst?

Strengths:
*His family. They are what give him the strength to keep going every day.
*Amazing marksman. He can hit every target thrown his way. Unless he chooses to miss on purpose.
*Intelligent. He is one of the best researchers since Bobby Singer and Ash—and he’ll probably let you know it.
*Brave. He knows what needs to be done in order to get the job right. And he’s willing to do whatever it takes.
*Research. Again, one of the best. It’s one of the things he is most proud of.

Weaknesses:
*Stubborn. Sometimes he can’t see beyond his own stupidity.
*His family. He’s so focused on them sometimes that it’s hard for him to remember what he wants or needs.
*Demon blood. The need for power, the thirst—it controls him better than his father ever could have.
*Daddy Issues. Even though his father died years ago, he still has some unresolved anger towards him.
*Hero and Power Complexes. He needs to be in control, he needs to save everyone because of his mistakes. He carries the world on his shoulders when he doesn’t need to all the time.

Likes:
*Ugly clothes. He thinks they look good on him. No one has the heart to say otherwise.
*Weird taste in music. Emo, country and pop are probably his favorites. He does have a soft spot for his brother’s music.
*Books. Whether it’s research for a case or simply just for pleasure, Sam enjoys sticking his nose in the world of literary characters. It helps him to escape the pressures of everyday life.
*Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich. He thinks it’s delicious. ‘Nuff said.
*Demon blood. He likes—liked—the power it gave him. See “HERO AND POWER COMPLEXES” in the previous section.

Dislikes:
*Depending on others. He’s 25 years old, an adult. He doesn’t need his brother to clean up his messes….all the time.
*Demon blood. It caused him to lose the trust of the first person who had ever meant anything to him. Sam has a love/hate relationship with it and the demon who was his supplier.
*Letting People in his World. People get too close to the Winchesters, they end up dead. So, he’s better off being with his brother and no one else.
*Bacon Cheeseburger. Sometimes, food is food. But if he gets to pick, he’ll stay far away from bacon cheeseburgers. Inner Fat Kid can’t handle all the grease.
*Being Used. Even though he’s a professional liar, Sam has standards. He doesn’t like working for demons, or being pushed to do things he wouldn’t have done had he known the truth.

Notable Artillery:
Demon Blood abilities. Exorcising and killing demons. Slight telepathy--it was one time!
His laptop. Give him a laptop and twenty minutes, he’ll find anything you need to know.
Family:
Father: Corporal John Eric Winchester--deceased
Mother: Mary Campbell Winchester--deceased
Brother: Dean Winchester
Half-Brother: Adam Milligan--deceased



History:
Sam Winchester was born to Mary and John Winchester on a crisp, spring day in 1984. He was their second child, but they were just as excited to see him as they had been for their first child. Sam had come out a whole seven pounds and twelve ounces, with brown hair and eyes that quickly turned hazel. He had prominent dimples that have stayed into his late twenties.

The apple-pie life burned on November 2nd, when Mary Winchester died in Sam’s nursery. Sam and Dean stayed with family friends for the first few months after what has now been deemed the Fire, but John was afraid of losing both of Mary’s boys so he snuck off in the night. Fast forward four years, and you’ll find a four-year old Sam and an eight-year old Dean. Dean was responsible for Sam while their dad was off doing what Pastor Jim had deemed the Lord’s work. Sam loved his big brother, but he missed his daddy terribly. At some point during the long weekend without John, a monster came up out of nowhere. Sam almost died and Dean lost all confidence.
As the days on the calendar went by and Sam aged from toddler to boy, the trust that he’d once put in without fail or question towards his father quickly disappeared. He questioned everything, most of the time his questions went directly to Dean. Dean never failed to answer questions that Sam thought were impossible to anyone else. Dean was his hero, his big brother, his provider, his best friend and the one that would always be there for him. Dad was a hero too, but he was never around for Sammy growing up.

Eventually, the intellect behind the eyes of Sam Winchester became known. He was the resident researcher of the family, a role that he took proudly and very seriously. He loved knowing why things happened the way they happened. He’d been that way for as long as he could remember. When Sam turned sixteen, the frustration towards his dad quickly turned to rage. Everything John said could be twisted and warped to aid an argument. He even started turning against Dean. Dean went from being his idol, his hero to a buffoonish, idiotic, mindless drone whose sole purpose was to follow John Winchester’s every beck and call.

So, Sam did the one thing that would separate himself from his bizarre family: apply to college. He applied to several big-time universities. They all accepted him, but for some reason he was drawn to Stanford. He loved how inviting the campus looked. He felt like he could belong there. So, he sent his letter saying that he would be attending at the start of the fall term. He just had to tell his brother and father first. He told John, which was a big mistake. They argued about it for months, until the day finally came for Sam to leave. John said the now infamous, ‘If you walk out that door, don’t you ever come back’. Sam walked out the door, intending to never come back.

The first time Dean had showed up at Stanford, Sam felt nauseated. As soon as he’d seen the battered boots, bowlegged gait, and amulet- he’d wanted to throw up. That was his old life, he didn’t need reminders of it. Sam never found out why Dean showed up, because he never actually talked to him. The second time Dean came to Stanford, Sam had quickly told him to leave. He was just beginning to court a young Jessica Moore and didn’t want his freakish older brother to ruin anything.
Fast forward, Sam was enjoying his life. He was in love with Jessica, he had just picked out the perfect engagement ring for her, he was about to enter his senior year of Pre-Law and go into law school. His life was going exactly the way he’d imagined it as a young kid in the backseat of the Impala. Then in come Dean and the drama of the family business. He knew what day was quickly approaching. He knew that there was a reason he kept dreaming about Jessica on the ceiling. He ignored every signal and every instinct and left with his brother. To be honest, when Sam thinks about it, he’s not sure what really persuaded him to leave with Dean in the end. All he knows is he left, Brady came, then Brady killed Jessica exactly how Sam had imagined it.

Sam and Dean—the dynamic duo—teamed up once again and went on the road in search of John, and the demon that had robbed Sam of his dreams. He was taunted nightly with nightmares of Jessica asking him why he didn’t save her. Then, after the night of Jefferson Asylum, he began having dreams of killing his brother. Those he never told anyone about—especially not Dean himself. Sam and Dean finally caught up with their father. Sam was relieved to have found him, but the old song and dance flared up soon after John’s appearance: John wanting to control the hunts, Sam having his own control issues, and Dean attempting to keep the peace between the three of them. Sam felt bad for making Dean be monkey-in-the-middle but some things never change.

When John died, it didn’t hit Sam until he was alone that he was an orphan. It surprised him that he hadn’t thought of that before. Then he remembered, he’d never be an orphan. He had Dean and Bobby. To be honest, Sam had wanted to cry more when Pastor Jim had been murdered than his own biological father at first. Which led Sam to feeling guilty, then Dean started acting strange—he beat his pride and joy with a crowbar—which led Sam to feeling guiltier and confused about Dean.

The nightmares turned into visions which probably scared Sam even more than the nightmares had. At least with nightmares, they had the possibility of not being true. Dean was even scared by them, and Dean was hardly ever scared. Sam felt out of control. He hated that feeling. He was used to being in control of his own life.

Sam had never been afraid for his life before. Not until that day with the Croatoan virus. He’d never feared death. There were times after Jessica’s death that he’d actually thought about it in depth. That ache felt like it’d never heal and go away. He was afraid of what would happen to Dean if both he and his father were gone, leaving Dean all alone. That was a pain unlike anything Sam had ever felt before. There weren’t enough painkillers in the planet to take the ache away. Then Sam found out why Dean had been acting so strange after their father’s death. Dean had been told to kill Sam if he ever turned into a monster, then the visions got worse and it felt like he was in fact turning into a monster.

Then, Sam died. Then, Sam woke up alive. He didn’t know what had happened or anything. He just woke up in some abandoned house on a bloody mattress with a torn and stained shirt and a pale, unshaved Dean at the door. His back ached unbearably when Dean pulled him into an unbreakable hug. The scar still remained on the middle of his spine—ragged and hasty. Jake obviously had had skill, just not to the extent of Sam and Dean Winchester. When the deal had been revealed, Sam was originally stunned then angry. Actually, if Sam was honest with himself, he was livid. He had been so mad that he’d actually seen red spots dancing before his hazel eyes.

Sam searched endlessly for a way to save his brother, but all was in vain. Dean was going to Hell, and there was no way of avoiding it. Sam believed in Fate, but he also thought that he could change it if he gave it enough effort—he thought wrong. He figured that out when his brother told him to stop trying. That anything he would attempt to do in order to save him wouldn’t help at all. He knew the truth; Sam would attempt to make his own deal in order to save Dean from his own. Make sense? Nah, in the Winchester universe, it never truly does. Not even to themselves.
Those four months without Dean were some of the hardest months in Sam’s entire life. The weeks following Dean’s death were so dark and emotional that Sam can’t talk about them to this day without welling up with tears. Sam drank too much, he got into countless bar fights, and didn’t take care of himself at all. When Ruby found him, he was a hollow shell of the spirited man he used to be. It was almost like when Dean died, a part of Sam died with him. He had days where he couldn’t remember a damn thing other than the fact that his brother was suffering in Hell because of him.

Ruby gave him hope. Ruby gave him a reason to get out of bed, and face the day. She, with time, gave him his spirit back. That sounds rather strange, seeing as she was the one who destroyed his life for a time later on. But, it’s true. Ruby saved Sam’s life. She gave him a purpose—albeit a terrible purpose, but a purpose nevertheless. Sam learned his true gift, his true nature. He embraced the demon blood wholeheartedly and didn’t want to think about his brother anymore.
At night, however, nothing was able to keep the nightmares of Dean in Hell away. Fake Dean would often shout at Sam about using the powers that he knew he shouldn’t be using. Sam tried his best to ignore it, but sometimes they snuck through. Month 3 saw the first appearance of demon blood; the night that Sam first tried the terrible stuff. It didn’t taste bad, but it didn’t taste particularly good either. It tasted like iron and salt. Sam was not yet addicted to both its taste and its power. Sam never told anyone about that first night. The night that he was so ‘high’, he started thinking that he could fly.

Ruby and Sam had sex a few nights after that. Then, nothing was the same anymore. Dean showed up a month later, in all his glory. Sam had never been so happy or confused in all his life. Was he supposed to dump Ruby on the side of the road? After all she’d done for him? He felt so ungrateful when he thought of that. Was he supposed to ignore Dean and keep following Ruby? His heart wouldn’t let him do that. It hurt too much to even think about. Leaving his brother after just getting him back.

Dean came back with the same smirk that he’d left with, but things were off about him. He’d fall asleep at the drop of a hat, but would always look exhausted the next day-as if he’d gotten no sleep at all. He had a permanent scar on his shoulder in the shape of Castiel’s giant hand. So, when Sam was asked if he had used his powers at all, he lied. He had no other choice. He had to keep his big brother happy; even if it risked Dean’s trust in him. It was going great, until Dean found out about what Sam was up to, and showed up when Sam used his powers on some random guy possessed by a demon. Sam finally owned up to what he’d been denying all that time: he used his powers often, and he didn’t think he was going to stop any time soon. Part of him didn’t even want to. The other part was upset that Dean was so upset. That had never been Sam’s intent.

Dean lied too, though. He kept silent about his months downstairs, and Sam wanted nothing more than to figure out what was bothering his only brother. They were brothers; they were supposed to share the burden for the other weren’t they? Sam kept questions and hot retorts bottled up for months, before he couldn’t take it anymore. Dean finally admitted to what had happened in the Pit. Sam was alarmed by the fact that Dean cried so hard so openly. He never did that. Not even when their father died. Sam couldn’t take it, he ended up crying too.

Then Sam did the unthinkable. He broke his promise to Dean, and began using his powers once again. For a while, he kept the silent promise he’d made involving demon blood, but that was soon broken as well. There was a war to be fought, and Sam did the only thing he knew how to do. The saying goes, “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions”. The saying likes Sam very much. Sam became more powerful than ever before. He could kill Alistair, and he did. The strongest demon he’d met up to that point and he killed him with just a gallon or so of blood.

Sam and Dean met their kid brother Adam a few months after Alistair’s death. He was a cute kid—young, naïve, and scared about his mother’s disappearance. Sam wished he could still be that innocent. But, that had faded away years before. The grit of war did that to a man, he’d heard. He wished he could take it all back. He’d sacrifice his hardness for a few seconds with Jessica if he were honest with himself. Then, Sam was busted on his demon blood addiction, and thrown into the panic room. Until he snuck out and ran away. He even beat up Bobby to do it. Looking back, he regrets hurting Bobby terribly. He loves Bobby.

When Sam made it to the big showdown against Lilith, he was so high on demon blood that everything was kind of out of focus. It was hard to pay attention when Ruby’s angry face was yelling at him to ‘just do it!’ like a damn Nike commercial. He saw Dean’s frantic face as the door slammed shut. Then, he killed Lilith—not knowing what he had done. When Ruby finally told him, he was instantly ashamed of himself. What had he done? He’d just released LUCIFER himself! What on Earth had he been thinking? Oh, that’s right. He wasn’t thinking.

The hits just keep on comin’!

When Sam first thought about what he’d done, he threw up. He tried to throw up as much as possible. He’d started the Apocalypse. He could blame no one else. Part of him wished he could blame the angels for sending him on such a disastrous journey. But it truly had been him and his poor choices that led him down the path of destruction.

When the Apocalypse happened, Sam Winchester went into extreme seclusion. He hid from the world that he had helped destroy. Sam was officially retired. But once he realized who he was and what part he would play, he came back to the life. Sam has been hunting on his own for the past several months, and is heading back to South Dakota to continue what he started. To take responsibility for his actions, and come face to face with the brother and family he left behind.

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