Sam Winchester

I'm not a soldier. A semi-selective roleplay blog. Sam is looking for answers, about the yellow-eyed man, about his father telling Dean to kill him... but one thing's for sure, he's nobody's soldier. Especially not Hell's.

[ellywinchestiel]

Sam Winchester

Dean Version

[winchesternotasoldier]

iamyourking:

Crowley had to take a moment to remind himself that he wasn’t talking to an four year old child, and in that moment he basked in the glorious knowledge that he was better than that. “Got it,” he replied, smiling brightly. “And if I have to kill slash maim an innocent person, run it by you first, right?” It was only temporary, once Lucifer was out of the way, Crowley could be completely Crowley again. Though Hell still needed to be sorted out, so there might be a bit of a wait on that. Blood orgies could wait, they’d be worth it. “Also, there’ll be no more killing of my hellhounds. If I have to get Juliet out, I don’t want to think you might go all Lord of the Flies on her. I can control the hellhounds, all of them.” Which would come in handy if a demon that was loyal to Lucifer brought their hellhound along thinking they could turn Crowley into chowley. “I’m happy to stay my hand if it means finally putting an end to Lucifer. So are we good?” Revenge trumped everything.

“Yes, run it by me please,” Sam said, giving a close-lipped sarcastic smile. He raised an eyebrow at the no killing of hellhounds, but gave a curt nod, agreeing to that. “Sure, fine,” he said. “We’re good. So.” Another nod. “Any idea how to find a guy walking around as Vince Vincente?” He pulled out his phone. “Social media? Seems like our best bet.” He pulled out his laptop from his bag and set it on the table. He ran a Google search, but glanced up at Crowley with raised brows, expecting the other to possibly have something.

[winchesternotasoldier]

tobeblamed:

             brows draw closer together as he frowns at the brother next to him.  he couldn’t have been that much of a fool to be unable to notice the CHANGES in his behavior.   ‘  don’t tell me you don’t see it.  ’

          Perhaps part of Sam didn’t see it. Probably not as much as his brother did. Either way, Sam frowned and looked away. “No.” He sighed. “What are you talking about? Just tell me.”

[winchesternotasoldier]

universapatrem:

John nodded in agreement, keeping an eye on his son. It hadn’t been too many years since he’d died, but it was impossible to tell what Sam had gone through in the time between John getting himself out of Hell and this moment. “You lead, I’ll follow. Until you know I am who I say I am, you’re in charge. Though you should always keep something silver on you Sam. If I were a shifter I wouldn’t give you a chance to go back and get it. Same with the holy water.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed, mostly in annoyance. It sure sounded like Dad. He opened his mouth slightly, about to retort something, but thought better of it. Besides, the main reason he didn’t carry around holy water was because he didn’t need it anymore, and he couldn’t exactly explain that to his dad. If he was hiding his abilities from Dean for good reason, he would definitely hide it from John. So Sam simply jerked his head for John to go ahead of him to the car, and they went over. He didn’t have the Impala, Dean did, so this was just an old Accord. Nothing fancy at all. In the back of the trunk was a silver knife and a flask of holy water, among other items of course. Silver knife came first, and Sam went to press the flat side of the blade against his father/not-father’s hand.

[winchesternotasoldier]

// Sorry about the unexpected hiatus. I should be back soon.

[winchesternotasoldier]

crispyblonde:

“Wait, that’s it? No resistance? I’m pleasantly surprised, Winchester.”

"Wait, I wasn’t actually serious, Jess. Jess. Seriously. Not loads of presents.”

[winchesternotasoldier]

tobeblamed:

      he signed,   ‘    y’er not actin’ like y’erself, sam.  ’    he hated to admit it to himself, and especially to his brother.  however, he couldn’t help but point out the fact that something was DIFFERENT about him, and he had a good guess why.  but the reason didn’t matter.  he didn’t like what his brother was becoming, not because he was AFRAID that he’d go dark side, but because sam himself did not want to be that person.

        His eyes shifted over to look at Dean when he sighed, and then Sam turned fully to look at him when his brother claimed he wasn’t himself. Sam frowned, sighing a little harshly. “What d'you mean, I’m not acting like myself?” he asked, because damned if he wasn’t going to make him say whatever he meant.

[winchesternotasoldier]

crispyblonde:

 ❝Well if you think I’m not getting you any presents for Christmas, you’re wrong..❞

“Oh, I’m expecting Christmas presents. Loads of ‘em.”

[crispyblonde-a]

@winchesternotasoldier

          “I’m just worried since I came back so fast and nobody’s been harassing            me that one of my parents might have done something they shouldn’t have.”

How anyone found out about demon deals, she didn’t know, but what if her parents had? She didn’t know what other options were available to them, but what if one of them had done one of those? She couldn’t even check, because if they didn’t know anything about the supernatural she would just be endangering them — especially if a monster had brought her back. With a sigh, the blonde shrugged her shoulders, wishing that she hadn’t brought it up. Even if it was constantly in the back of her mind, it wasn’t anything that could be fixed, proved, or changed. It was just a theory after all. Jessica didn’t even know if her parents would stoop to a bad level to bring her back. They probably believed in God having a greater purpose like she used to.

[winchesternotasoldier]

          Sam shook his head. “No way, Jess. They wouldn’t have.” At first it was just reassurance, but then he thought about it, and he really didn’t think they would do it. “If they made a deal to bring you back to life, don’t you think you would have been brought back right in front of them or something?” They were still alive, right? If they had made a deal, they were either A) alive with limited time, in which case they would want to see their daughter immediately, or B) already dead. But they weren’t right? Sam had been under the impression they didn’t know Jess was alive. There was no way Jess’s parents would make a deal and then avoid her. After all, they didn’t know Jess knew about demon deals. They could claim innocence. Right?

[codependentsamanddean]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

[winchesternotasoldier]

Anyone have blog recommendations?

I would like more roleplayers to follow and interact with :)

[themegalosaurus]

This dynamic in the early episodes absolutely kills me. Sam is so raw and heavy with grief and Dean is trying so desperately to make it better. (1x05)

[winchesternotasoldier]

          “Are you sure you’re all right? Look, let me help you...”

[winchesternotasoldier]

universapatrem:

“It’s me, Sam. Really me. I swear.” But he also didn’t expect his son to lower the gun. Not until he’d gotten his proof that John was really there and not a demon or shifter. “Just don’t shoot. I’m not gonna be happy dying again.”

          He wasn’t going to shoot. He would be crazy to shoot, when there was a chance that his father had come back from the dead. Sam had done it, Dean had done it, so it wasn’t exactly unbelievable that their dad could have done it as well. But at what cost? Sam squinted at the man in front of him. Not a demon. If it was a demon, Sam could tell. He could exorcise demons now, send them back to Hell. But a shifter was possible. “Okay,” he said, thinking, glancing around to see if he could find something silver. He couldn’t. “You’re gonna come back with me to the car, I’m going to get something silver. And some holy water,” he added, even though the latter wasn’t necessary.

[winchesternotasoldier]

tobeblamed:

         ‘   no.  what we should’a done was take a damn BREAK.  c’mon, we’d just finished a hunt less than 48 hours ago.  and it took us like two weeks.  i’m tired, man       aren’t you?  ’

          It was true, they had been working essentially non-stop. But if everyone was convinced Sam was going to eventually turn evil or something, he was going to prove them wrong. “No, I’m--” But he stifled a yawn, giving himself away. “Look, we just gotta get this done okay? It should be quick. Just a spirit or something.”

[winchesternotasoldier]

In the Dark of the Night || Sam & Dean

[winchesternotasoldier]

the-ramblin-man:

When Sam finally started to answer, Dean stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips and a stern gaze staring his brother down. He was exhausted of the the psychic game, mostly because of how much he feared it. Yet that fear was quickly replaced by betrayal when his brother told him he didn’t have the time. There was a quick change across his expression and even in his stance, but Dean worked fast to cover the hurt with anger.

He ignored the apology and Sam’s attempt to reconcile. “Didn’t have time? For what, your own brother? We’re partners in this and you can’t even bother with the time to tell me what the hell is going on?!” His voice was starting to raise, but he didn’t care if the neighbors through the thin walls could hear him.

“No, I get it. I do,” he said, a humorless half smile on his face as he waved it off. “I mean, why stick with me when you could be off at your fancy school, livin’ the life you always wanted? See, I’m the idiot here. I thought we were partners. Turns out, I’m wrong about a lot of things.”

Sam had known the moment he had started talking that something would go wrong. He knew he would misspeak, communicate something he didn’t want communicated, and when he saw that hurt in Dean’s eyes, he knew he was right. But of course, it was Dean, and he wouldn’t just stay hurt, he would turn angry, and before Sam even had a chance to explain what he meant, because he did have a reasonable explanation, something Dean should have understood, Dean was hurling accusations at him, even going so far as to say they weren’t partners.

Which, of course, hurt Sam and made him angry. All of it, even though he did understand what Dean was saying came from a place of hurt. “You don’t know what it’s like,” he said, not the best choice of words, but they spilled out from his lips nonetheless. “Dean, Dad told you to kill me if I turned evil. I’m supposed to turn into some kind of soldier for Hell. The thing I don’t have time for? It’s not you, it’s people dying because of me. Because I couldn’t stop it. I had a vision, and now I’m responsible. Just me. I can’t--” He broke off, face contorting into something like grief. “I can’t turn into what they want me to be. And I’m scared, Dean, I’m scared I will if I let people die.” He took a deep breath in, then let it out. “I should have told you what was going on. I know. And I’m sorry. Really, I am.”

[winchesternotasoldier]

“Dad?” The hunter said at first. Then his mind got the better of him and he raised his gun, pointing it at whatever was in front of him looking like his deceased father. “Don’t move. What the hell are you and what do you want?” / @universapatrem