There are so many things I love about Sam Winchester
His smile, his dimples, the way he hides his eyes when he gets embarrassed and the way his eyes change colors in certain lights. The way his hair falls into them when he does so. I love the way he always rolls up the sleeves of his plaid so we can see the veins in his arms and those stupid big hands and the way he clutches onto his brother’s jacket when he hugs him. The way he’s picky with who he sleeps with because he prefers to connect with them through the heart.
I love how wholly and completely he loved Jess and still loves her even after eight+ years and how he’s so willing to show people a move vulnerable side of him. I love how he cries a lot more than most people think he should but that’s okay because he’s perfect just the way he is. I love how he never thinks he’s good enough even though he’s the most goddamn beautiful character on the show and no matter what Dean says he’ll always think he’s not good enough.
I love how when he kisses he puts his entire being into it and the way he puts his hands on the side of her face and just breathes a tenderness into her that no one else can replicate.
I love how he’s so easy to trust and quick to forgive even though all the people who’ve wronged him don’t deserve it. I love how he still loves his dad even though John pissed him off right up to his dying day. I love how he’s still a child at heart and yet so badly wants to prove that he’s grown up. I love how he’s broken and in pieces and yet he still finds the strength to wake up in the morning and keep going. I love how he’ll literally do anything for his brother, including stopping the Devil because he just loves him so goddamn much.
I love how Sam sympathizes with the monsters and doesn’t even call them monsters or creatures or freaks or anything like that because he’s so kind and has such a big heart that he doesn’t know what to do about it. I love how Sam’s voice still cracks whenever he says the word “freak" because he still thinks that’s what he is— still thinks Dean thinks that’s what he is.
I love how much faith he still has even though the angels basically told him to go fuck himself. I love how he still managed to pray even though everything was going to shit. I love how he can still see the sun through the darkest times and he can still feel the warmth on his face even though he can see the rainstorm approaching.
I love how he knows when he’s wrong and strives to make himself better. I love how he always takes the blame even though he doesn’t have to because he’s Sam freaking Winchester and if you don’t think he’s beautiful than you’re wrong.
I love the way his eyes lit up when he first met Castiel, or how he looked like he was going to cry because he thought Cas was as beautiful as the angels he’d pictured in his mind. I love how Sam still had faith in Cas and still considered him part of their family even though— even though— Cas had broken his wall and didn’t deserve anything in return. I love the way Sam looks at him and the way Cas is always on his mind and always ready to forgive and welcome him back with open arms even when Dean is too angry and too busy worrying about Sam.
I love how Sam’s good memories consist of him at someone else’s Thanksgiving table and I love how Sam took a year off after Dean went to Purgatory because he never had the crusts cut off his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and he never knew the embrace of his mother and fuck you, Sam deserved a year off with a girl and a dog after everything he’s sacrificed.
(via justaburge)
