Samuel Winchester

Samuel Winchester (Sam will do just fine though, don't call me Sammy), hunter, two brothers (one dead), both parents deceased, born in Kansas, life on the road, learned how to field strip a rifle when I was six. Fairly fluent in latin, with a smidge of enochian to boot. Now for the tricky bit…

Fed demon blood at six months old, developed psychic powers when I hit around about twenty one, Lucifer’s true vessel, breaker of the final seal to begin the apocalypse, ex-demon blood junkie. Twenty eight going on twenty nine. Soul about 210 years old.

Engaged to Lucifer, living back in Kansas. Not far from my newly resurrected parents, my brother Dean and his angel Cas.

You want to know more? Check out 'The Road so Far', Or you could always just ask me...

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The Road So Far…

[ooc: Also on AIM ~ sammysuperwho, shout but let me know who you are! XD]

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Sam Winchester.  Just Sam… You got a job, gimme a shout.  I’m good at what I do.  I know more about the monsters under the bed than I’d like to.  But I also know how to gank those sons of bitches…

I guess you probably heard a few things, not all of them true, though maybe some… Anyway… Here’s my side of the story.

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I finally caught up with my brother, Dean, not far from the Roadhouse.  A few pretty weird things were going down, and his nightmares from Hell had come back… If anything they were getting worse.  People had come pack from the dead, not zombies or ghouls or anything like that… But really and truly back.  Souls and all.  We wondered if they were connected, but had no way of finding out.  So on a whim, we decided to summon Ruby.

Two things about that summoning.  One.  I had no idea that Dean had been in a secret relationship with the demon who got me hooked on blood.  Two.  The spell went wrong and I was snagged by Azazel the moment Ruby zapped in.  You can probably guess what happened.  As the only one of the ‘special children’ still walking and talking, he fed me… forced me to drink… Wanted me dependant on him again.  Not only did it kick off the cravings, but jump started the visions again.

When we get back we pretty much find out that Dad, has had another kid… Bizarrely this time with a time agent.  So my littlest brother, Jace, arrived and he’s been adopted by my Mom.  Oh yeah, mom was one of the people who came back… I’m trying, but I can’t say it’s easy… I guess I don’t know how to be a son… And really don’t feel like I’m the one she deserves.  

Anyway… One of the visions showed Meg, with white eyes, not black, just like Liliths.  She was making me choose between Dean and Jace… Then lo and behold, Meg got her promotion.  the next vision was Dean, with yellow eyes… He had Jace and I couldn’t let that happen…

So after detox, when I was soulless (thanks to an anon) I started drinking again.  The blood kicked in so much faster this time.  It took over a year, nearly a year and a half the first time round for my eyes to blacken and pull Lilith.  Now though, it just flipped a switch, maybe because it had already happened, but all of a sudden I had demon power, black eyes and something badly twisting my soul.  It changed everything… Changed me.  I even managed to persuade Dad that these powers would help me to protect Jace, mom… All of them.  I had to protect them from what I’d seen in the vision… I had to protect them from Dean.  By now, Dean had built his relationship with the awkward angel, Castiel , though I was still oblivious at this point…

So I lured him and Cas to a warehouse, managed to overpower Cas for long enough to tear open my brothers chest and stop his heart.  And with his last breath he dragged the darkness out of me.  Took it into himself and it damned him…

I sent Dean back to Hell.

The angels rallied, Castiel and his brothers, Balthazar, Gabriel and Lucifer raised an assault on Hell, snatching Dean back to the land of the living.

It was hard to face him after that… 

So I left… Went hunting… But all the time I was away, the cracks that I’d seen in Castiel’s grace while I was a demon, were growing.  He came for me, even then. Told me to go home, to see Dean.  It went as expected.  He wanted nothing to do with me… looked at me like I was nothing, failed fists, yelled… I let him… I couldn’t blame him. Still don’t.

So I offered to help mend Cas’s grace, to go to the cage and bring back some of the broken chains to bind it.  Of course, he wouldn’t let me go alone… Turns out, I couldn’t.  Dean went to death to retrieve the rings, the price was, we had to wear them.  So Dean, Dad and me… became horsemen, albeit temporarily.  We opened the cage… Went back… That’s when I saw it… Lucifer.  What he had done… After the wrath and the rage had faded, after Castiel came and yanked my body back, but left my soul.  Lucifer held it in his hands.  Kept me safe from the chains…

He saved me.

The devil held my soul for almost two centuries.

You might wonder why this is important.  Why I would give a damn about what Lucifer did or didn’t do.  Yeah… Well… Since he bust out of the cage, showed back up… Things have been… weird.  believe it or not, we started watching movies together.  Actually, Lucifer watched the movies, mostly I just nodded off.  What?  Hunting is tiring.  We watched… uh… Disney movies.  Don’t ask, okay?  he spent the next few weeks, maybe a month or so teasing the life out of me.  Honestly, it was confusing.  Firstly, I really couldn’t understand why the hell I wasn’t running in the other direction as fast as my legs would carry me.  But Lucifer had stabilised his vessel, the apocalypse was over, he didn’t need me as a ‘meat suit’ anymore.  Things change.  There was something about him I just couldn’t stay away from and… Well… things kind of went from there. I’m sure I don’t need to spell it out for you.  The vision back in the cage put things in perspective though. So now, we live together with my Hellhound (yeah, his name is Elvis, it thought it suited him) two kittens and we’re engaged to be married… Go figure.

It’s not all settled in suburbia though.  

Alastair was another less than welcome appearance.  He made a deal with Dean, promised he wouldn’t go after his family if he picked up the knife one last time…

So he did, and he used it against me.  As an added bonus, the knife was covered in demon blood.  He cut me, fed me… Watched me turn…

Then he killed me…

You might think that was a little trip back to hell?  Nope.  No such luck.  Half demon, half human when I died, so i guess even the all mighty deities out there had a hard time figuring out where I should go.  It was rather surprising to end up in Eve’s domain… Purgatory.  Oh, and by this time I was very much alive again.  Alive and stuck in another realm.  Dean came for me.  Another deal, with Death, to get the conditions right to open the door.  So he was in and we were both stuck.  Eve kindly ejected us, with a little souvenir of the trip.  She changed us both.  Dean became a vampire, I became a lycan.  I also found out how come I was alive in the first place.  Dean, on a roll with the deals, had sold his soul to Crowley.  He got one year.

I won’t let that happen, not again… Not for me…

So I made a little deal of my own.  I don’t know if I covered all of the bases, but I hope so… For both our sakes.  So now I have to find out a way to fill my end of the bargain before the year is up, or the hellhounds will come for my brother, again.

Meanwhile, as a little wedding gift, Kali decided to lift the blood bond, on both me and Dean, with an unexpected side effect… She cleaned out Eve’s curse at the same time.  So it’s back to the hunt… Finding some way to complete the deal with Crowley, make sure Dean stays topside.

So far, as much as I know is that I need to find both the colt… And a phoenix… Wish me luck.

[TBC]