WINCHESTER SAM

[Sam Winchester]

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[rs=2]	Personality: Sam is, to all intents and purposes, the nice guy. He wants to help his friends more than anything, and is always someone that can be counted on in a crisis; his upbringing has left him calm and level headed, and he’s often the peacemaker, doing what he can to diffuse situations before they get out of hand. Despite his somewhat intimidating size, he’s approachable and friendly, and while he has become more closed off of late, refusing to talk about his emotions, because he had to leave his friends and his life behind, he still thinks that he’s much better at talking to people and getting information out of them than his brother is. He still idolises Dean, his big brother who always knows what to do, but college has made Sam far more independent, too, far more willing to fight for what he believes in, but while he and Dean joke and tease, pulling pranks on each other and definitely showing Sam’s mischevious side, he would die for his brother in an instant, without even thinking about it, and he knows that Dean would do the same for him. Sam is rational and logical, thinking things through in a way that Dean doesn’t, has an extremely trusting and forgiving nature, and he believes in the good in people, just as he is willing to question the grey areas surrounding what they hunt – he’s always questioned things, right from the beginning, and he settles his curiosity by burying himself in researching the latest monster that they’re chasing. It’s not quite school, and yeah, Sam misses it, sometimes, but it’s a good enough outlet for his intelligence, at least until he finds the thing that killed Jessica. But Sam is angry. However nice, or friendly, or trusting he is, he is very, very angry, and there are times when he finds it difficult to control. He’s angry at his father, for not being found (not to mention the fact that he’s been angry at his father for the longest time, anyway), at the thing that killed Jess, at himself—a lot of his anger is at himself, really, for not telling Jessica about what was out there, for not doing something about the dreams that he’d been having, or for going on the hunt with Dean when he should have stayed at Stanford...for not protecting the woman that he loves—loved. He has a thirst for vengeance that he’s not felt before, which finally helps him to understand his dad, a little, and he knows that he won’t stop until he finds the son of a bitch that killed his girlfriend; he is determined, and he’s a Winchester, and when Winchesters get their minds set on something, they’re stubborn bastards. And he is a Winchester; he might be angry at their dad, but hunting is in his blood, and family is always more important than anything for him. It wasn’t always, when he left to go to college, as hard as that was for him, but it is again; Sam’s loyalty is strong, and he would do anything for his family. Personality Conflicts: He used to be a demon blood addict History: Born on the second of May, 1983, Sam was the second child born to John and Mary Winchester in Lawrence, Kansas; his brother, Dean, was four years older. When he was six months old – exactly – the yellow-eyed demon, Azazel, visited Sam in his nursery, dripping blood into his mouth, and when he was interrupted by Sam’s mother, she was pinned to the ceiling and the nursery was set on fire. Sam was carried outside the burning house by his brother, but it was too late to save Mary. After that, Sam grew up on the road, with his dad travelling from town to town and his brother taking over many of the duties of looking after him. They moved every few weeks, and Sam doesn’t remember staying anywhere for any particular length of time. Until he was eight, Sam believed that his mom had died in a car accident, while Dad was a travelling salesman, but it was on Christmas Eve that year that Sam found his dad’s hunting journal, and after confronting his brother about it, finally learned the truth. It was scary. It was really scary, in fact, and he understood why his brother had lied to him about it. But now he knew; supernatural beings existed, their dad hunted them, and he especially hunted the one that killed their mother. After that, it didn’t take long for the supernatural to filter into his life completely; he started learning about what was out there, he was given a gun when he got scared of the things that might have been under his bed, he learned how to shoot, what killed different sorts of creatures – not exactly the sort of thing that most regular kids got taught by their father. It drew a distance between Sam and his dad, especially when all he wanted was to be normal, especially when he started high school, and started going out on hunts, too. Especially when he was called the freak, and had few friends, and was constantly the new kid. He got that it was important, but it didn’t change the fact that he wanted to have a regular life for a change, because he couldn’t remember ever staying in the same place for more than a few weeks, or a month at the most. Crappy rental houses and dank motels had been Sam’s life, and he wanted more. It was one of the many things that Sam fought with his dad about, through his teenage years; they frequently seemed to be at each other’s throats about something, and Sam refused to follow his orders in the way that his brother did. Eventually, it got to be too much; they had the biggest fight that they had ever had, because Sam had gotten a full ride to Stanford and actually wanted to go, and Sam left. Just like that; it was a good feeling, to finally be away from all that, to have freedom and do whatever the hell he wanted to do with his life. He started at school, and wasn’t a freak for the first time in his life. He met Jessica Moore, and fell in love with her, and yeah, not talking to his brother sucked, and he really missed Dean, sometimes, but his life was great. Sam was a fantastic student, getting straight As in almost everything, and he was really suited for the college life. He had interviews at law school, he was planning to ask Jessica to marry him – things were really great. And then Dean came back. He had to help, of course, because he couldn’t say no, if Dad was missing, but Sam wishes that he had refused, and stayed at school, because then he might have been able to save Jess. He might have been able to stop her dying in the same way that their mom had died, pinned to the ceiling and burned, or perhaps if he hadn’t kept the family secret, and told her about the supernatural sooner, or if he’d listened to the dreams that he’d been having for months instead of dismissing them...something. But Jess’ death gave Sam a need for vengeance, and so he left behind law school, and the normal life he’d built up, and started hunting with his brother again – saving people and killing things while they looked for their dad and the thing that had killed their mom and his girlfriend. He started having nightmares again, ones of people dying – and Sam knew that they were visions, rather than just bad dreams, because they were the same as he’d had in the months before Jessica died...and it was those that brought them to Lawrence, Kansas, once more, because he couldn’t just ignore them and let people die. Later on he left his brother to do some work on his own yet again.Yellow eyes was killed not that long after leaving Sam to wonder what could have been if Jess had not been killed.Could he have still gone off to help his brother without fearing Jess being killed or would he have stayed with her?Then there was the whole father dying and Ruby getting him addicted to Demon blood. He tossed himself into the pit of hell with Lucifer in his body and Michal in his half brothers body. Being brought back without a soul put a damper on things. He didn't sleep,he didn't think things through and he was a better hunter. Then his brother had his soul brought back to him and after awhile he broke down the wall that kept his damaged soul from causing him pain. Stabbing Cas in the back with the angel blade proved worthless as Cas was already the god. After saving the world many times with his brother Dean they both decided to make a university to teach them how to be hunters. Teach them things they should and shouldn't do. RP Sample: This wasn’t home, to Sam, at least in nothing more than the name of a place that had been considered home; he didn’t remember living here, he’d not grown up here, he’d not had a life before the Impala, before motels and cheap rental houses, before the open road and always moving on, always being the new kid, the freak. He didn’t remember mom; being in Lawrence didn’t really hold any emotional resonance for him, not in the way that it did for Dean, and so it was easy for Sam to go about doing what they always did, getting stuck into the research like this was any other town – and the research really was important, because they had to figure out why there was so much activity here, of all places, before something really bad happened (and before Dean went crazy). But this wasn’t any other town. Sam might not have remembered it here, but it wasn’t just any other place. This was where mom had died. This was where their lives had been turned upside down for good, and he’d only been six months old, but he still resented that a little. Mom had died, and it was sad, and he wished so much that he’d known her, but he didn’t agree with the way that their father had brought them up. He’d not understood the need for vengeance, how that could make a man do absolutely anything—but he got it now. He still hated how he was raised, how everything was always about hunting, and nothing else, because he’d not been able to be the good little soldier in the way that Dean was, but he got how the need to find the thing that had killed the person you loved overcame everything else. It was what drove him, still, and even when he was relaxed and happy, that anger was simmering inside of him, just waiting to be let out. It was why he was so desperate to figure out what was wrong with this place; Sam wanted to move on, to find Dad, and the thing that had killed Jessica, and kill it. That was all he wanted – it was why he was doing this, why he was here. If she hadn’t died, he would have been at law school right now. But he wasn’t going to think about what might have been. No way; this was his life now, and perhaps it had been inevitable that he would return to hunting eventually. Sam had tried to get away from it and that clearly hadn’t worked; hunting was in his blood, and perhaps there was some messed up kind of destiny, here. It wasn’t what he wanted, but everything that he’d wanted had just fallen away, after Jess, and they didn’t matter anymore. He and Dean had work to do, and they had their dad to find, and they were the only things that really mattered, anymore. Here, in Kansas, or anywhere else in the country, the job was still the same. Kill things, save people. Sure, he hadn’t been able to save the one person he really wanted to save, but that seemed to be a running theme in their family, didn’t it? He sighed, clenching his fist for a moment before he let his breath go, calming himself before he pushed open the door to their motel room. He’d been at the library, trying to see if there had been anything more that he could find on multiple deaths in this area by going through the microfiche of old newspapers, but, like everything else so far, they’d turned up absolutely nothing. It looked like this was going to be a long case – and it worried him how that would affect Dean, because his brother clearly hadn’t wanted to be here in the first place, willing to get the hell out of town as soon as he possibly could...and now he was stuck. “Dude, it’s bad enough in the car,” was the first thing he said, going over to turn off the radio; Dean’s taste in music was definitely not his own. It was then that he spotted the wrappers on top of his laptop, and he went over to push them off. “And don’t put your greasy wrappers on my computer.” He stretched for a moment before he sat on the bed, looking over at his brother. “Find anything?”
Megan. 23. Ten Plus Years.

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