Sam Winchester

This is Sam Winchester. I am currently busy, but will get right back to you. If you are calling in the case of a job, leave your location and predicament. I will contact you as soon as possible.

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Dean! Dean, shut up I'm not sayin' that, dude get off me!

-beep-

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise. -Sarah Teasedale

Sometimes he calls Sarah Blake just to hang up on her. He’d never tell Dean because his brother wouldn’t understand or maybe it’s that he would understand with such clarity that it would become this thing between them. Dean and Sam have enough between them, they don’t need Sam’s colassal relationship issues there too.

See, after Madison, he’s pretty certain every girl he’s ever had a relationship with is cursed. The universe is out to get him and sometimes he thinks it’s because his name is Winchester. Other times he knows it’s only because his name is Samuel Winchester. It’s because of something that happened when he was six months old that he still doesn’t understand.

So he calls Sarah Blake just to hear that she’s okay and hangs up before she can figure out who the guy trying hard not to breathe at all is on the other end of the phone. She is his proof that his kiss doesn’t kill and not everyone he could potentially care about will die. She is the comfort he takes in the middle of the night when nightmares about Jess or Madison wake him up.

Somehow along the way Sarah evolved from one date and a kiss to someone that saves Sam’s sanity.

You know, once upon a time what I do would make people think I’m crazy. Now you see ‘vampire slayers’ and ‘demon hunters’ all over pop culture so when I say my name is Sam Winchester and I’m a demon hunter no one really does the whole WTF thing anymore.

So yeah, I’m Sam Winchester and I’m a demon hunter. I’d say for a living but it really doesn’t make a living. I guess it’s kind of like community service except instead of picking up trash on the side of the road, I’m saving people’s lives alongside my brother Dean. It’s really a family business because it was what my dad did before he died.

The movies make it look a lot more glamorous than it really is. Okay so occasionally there’s a hot chick in leather to save my ass and Dean manages to swing plenty of grateful damsels in distress but over all it’s a lot of digging graves and taking Advil for all the pain getting the hell beat out of you by a zombie chick leaves behind.