What kind of person you are!
Angel, you are someone who is empathetic and caring by nature. You're tender and careful with those around you, and with the people you love, you immediately take on a very nurturing role for them. Because if you're not taking care of them, who will? You're also someone who is loyal to a fault. If your unloyal to someone, what awful thing did they do to you?
Even if the person, you're loyal to is in the wrong (reasonably wrong that is), you'll still stand by their side no matter what. You're not a big fighter though, at least not for yourself. You will have needs and wants neglected just because you don't want to hurt someone or push someone away by expressing them, but I do see you throwing down for a loved one if it means saving them or protecting them. Sometimes over something very minimal, you're very protective over the people you love and care about. But fighting on a regular? That is not something you want in your day-to-day life.
You're sensitive to criticism. You already take every minor detail of yours and others lives to heart, and you're already so incredibly hard on yourself, so when criticism is thrown into the mix, you don't know what to do with it, besides punish yourself or completely get rid of whatever was criticized. Criticism hurts you, and you feel like you failed everyone around you just by doing that one thing that that one person didn't like. And criticism will throw your whole day off and make you wonder what else you're failing at.
But eventually the dust in your mind will settle and you'll be angry at the person who dared say that that thing you liked was bad, or ugly, or weird. Cancers can go from Happy, to sad, to pure rage in a short amount of time. I feel you're likely no different.
What kind of hunter you are!
You were never born into hunting, and I'm not so sure you'd even want to be a hunter deep down once you're all the way in. Blood? Loss of loved ones? Fighting? Fear? That just doesn't really suit you. However, you will get into hunting, you are stubborn with things that your heart is in. Maybe a person pulls you in, or maybe a tragic event pulls you in.
But it will happen, and you will make an amazing researcher and caretaker of your hunting team. Which is very likely to be what you'll have. Hunting solo just isn't good enough, and your hunting partners will end up being closer to family to you than anything else. Now, as a huntress, you pay amazing attention to detail. Your research will be neat, organized, and you'll pass it off onto hunters, with a cute little sticker slapped on the folder that you put your research in for them.
Your work is always personal and heartfelt. There isn't a single thing that doesn't involve your emotions and soul. And hunters do tend to underestimate you for it, that you're too kind, too sensitive, or too emotional for the job. But you, will handle it just fine. Now, if you were to get into the field, I see you doing decently well. Adrenaline will make you sharper and quicker, but more reckless. You have a protective nature over those you love. You will selflessly throw yourself in harm's way to save someone, and that will likely be your downfall. But if you practice endless hours of hand to hand and with weapons, you'll manage just fine.
Sam Winchester and You!
You meet the Winchesters when you, your group, and them, bumped into each other on the same Vamp hunt. Dean clicked with your team, who were all pretty rough around the edges, hardened, and had a pretty grim outlook on life, he paid you a little mind and gave a respectful nod to you when he read your research but moved on to discuss killing plans.
Sam's first impression of you, he didn't know how someone so kind could be around these fucking assholes. He didn't question how someone kind could be a hunter, he's met kind hunters before, but this, it was just a matter of, "Why are you working with these guys? They're using you.." He never said it to you aloud, but he thought it more than once when he saw how rugged these people were, and how little respect they paid you when you showed them your work.
Sam admired your dedication to research, it showed your genuine care and thoughtfulness, and the 6'4 man hasn't seen handwriting this neat since.. well forever. Dean's handwriting was an unintelligible language he constantly had to decipher like some kind of prophet. But yours, it was careful, and it was surprisingly neat. He even mentioned that, "You have nice handwriting." He smiled lightly as he read your work.
You're not used to such genuine compliments, so, I see you awkwardly laughing, saying 'thank you', and taking up a seat next to him. Because now your heart is open to him, and you want his approval, to take care of him, and to see him for who he really is beneath this logical hunter persona he's made to protect himself from this life.
Little fun things!
Sam didn't want you around your current hunting group, not because you couldn't handle it, no he knew you could, you did before they bumped into you, but he dropped the Bunker's location onto you. Just in case you wanted somewhere.. nicer, and safer to go. The hunt he did with you and your team had his lover-boy heart enamored. Who were you before this? Why were you hunting? What happened to you? Are all things he wanted to know.
Sam was a little shocked when you actually showed up at the bunker. You came with your duffle-bag and a gift, just something to make up for the fact you'd be there for a while. If you didn't bring or do something, the guilt would eat at you, you'd feel like a burden. So, you brought a vase of flowers, and some baked goods. Dean didn't mind that you were the 'too-sweet-to-hunt-girl' from the last case they were on, you won him over with the cookies you made. And he could see that his brother had taken a liking to you.
Sam and Dean were baffled by how much coffee you could consume. Sam saw you drink and make coffee so much that he had the way you liked it memorized on the first day. "Uh-.. what number cup is that?" "My seventh!" You'd smile brightly at your cup like it was a lifeline, "O-Oh.. yeah, right." Sam would awkwardly chuckle and look back to the research at hand. The research you so gallantly offered to help with, without them asking. He liked that you could constantly read and not make comments about it being dull, nerdy, or boring, like Dean did. Dean called you two the, "Two nerds in a pod." And Dean thought it was funny every single time, even if it was overused.
Dean saw it in his brother's eyes way before Sam realized he felt like this. His brother looked like a needy puppy whenever you walked into the room. You soothed Sam just by being near him, because you saw him as flawed as he is, and still chose to care for him, and you did it all so naturally. You stayed up late for him even if your eyes were heavy, and your body was tired, you listened, you understood him, you felt for him, and still saw a beautiful man.
Dean teased Sam over his little crush on you, of course only when you weren't around. But the teasing wasn't fun anymore, not when Sam stopped giving him a glare, when Sam stopped saying "She's our partner, Dean." or "She's too good for either of us.". Sam accepted it, which mildly irritated Dean, shocked him, but also worried him. His Sammy might actually leave hunting for this girl. He could see how much more he missed 'domestication' since you showed up.
Sam saw a genuine future with you. You made hunting livelier, the bunker homier, you made him feel a touch more normal in this busted ass world that he and his brother were just barely surviving in. He knew he wanted something more when he and Dean came back from a bad case, bloodied, bruised, wounded, and you were helping immediately. You sprang out of your seat at the Map Table, beelined for the first aid-kit, and got to work.
Extras!
Your hands worked gently, but rapid. Your heart pounding in your chest and ringing in your ears, the blood and gore, the fear that you might lose them compelled you to work harder, and once the job was done you snuck off to your room to cry. And later you'd cry to Sam when he came to check on you. Still wounded and sore, but bandaged, cleaned, and stitched up. He laid beside you on your cot with your face pressed to his chest, "I'm not going anywhere.." He'd whisper against your hair, as you two both fell asleep comforted by one another. But it was just friends being there for friends. Right?
Dean didn't think you'd have it in you when it came to fighting, you were holding your gun with shaky hands, your expression was tight with fear and worry, you were as pale as a ghost, and you barely moved. But the moment you saw him or Sam get hurt you were moving furiously. Your gun was finally making clean and clear shots; your body became a shield. But despite that, it was your last time working the field. They knew you couldn't do it. Not when you nearly died protecting them.
Dean shouted at you about almost costing your life for them, how it wasn't your responsibility, that you were reckless, that you could have gotten them killed because you don't act quick enough, because you're too sensitive and emotional. Your heart beat a very sad song that night, your eyes pricked with tears, your head told you that you failed your family and friends, that you weren't good enough, that you let them all down. Sam could see it; he called his brother off and comforted you outright. Later, Dean would apologize to you. After all you did save him and his brother back there.
Sam likes to watch Practical Magic with you. He liked seeing witches in cinema that aren't all portrayed as being evil. He saw you posted on the couch with a fluffy blanket, a cup of coffee, and a snack watching Practical Magic, Hocus Pocus, and even The Craft. And he joined. He was a respectable distance away from you on the couch, giving you your personal space and all. But that was soon abolished. He liked the way you leaned into him, and he liked that he could hold you and be present in the moment for once.
Sam and Dean walk pretty slow and steady on their way to interrogate victims. And because you're not Winchester sized, you're stuck behind them and trying to get around their big slow-moving bodies in your uncomfortable federal get-up. This is the only time they could really name that they'd seen you so annoyed. Because you were so comfortable with them, you just pushed right in-between them and walked ahead feeling relived that their slow walking was no longer a problem. Although, I do see you apologizing later because you overthought your actions and felt that pushing past them was rude.
Sam likes to watch you dance when you listen to music. You get an eleventh cup of coffee into your system, your favorite music is on, and you just dance and sing along to it. It's normal for him, it looks so normal. You look peaceful, relaxed, full of life, and he loves it.
Overall!
Based on everything you shared with me Angel, I can say confidently, that you're a very sweet and caring individual. You're genuine with those around you and insanely devoted. And kindness is a daily habit, there really isn't much you do that doesn't involve your heart in one way or another. For others, you're reliable, always there to help, and I can see you being the 'Therapist' or 'Mom' of the friend group. You're responsible, and you motivate others to be better people.
No one has to worry about you being malicious in intent, you're sincere and one of the more genuine people the world has to offer. Your optimism shines through even when situations are harder than hard. You give people hope, you give people grace, you are a giver and a sensitive heartfelt one.
Your relationship with Sam is something deep and authentic. Nothing feels forced, and everyone feels understood. Not on a surface level, but on a deep level. You're the kind of soft that makes Sam want to ditch this whole hunting thing and start fresh. You're the kind of woman Sam can see marrying and starting a family with. He adores your kindness, your compassion, and empathy, but he also adores how much you do for the people you love and care about, how quick you are to fight for them. You're a lot stronger than people give you credit for, and Sam doesn't mind showing it.
Sam, he makes the first move. You were too shy to, and he didn't want to pass you up, let you slip away, or lose you before he got the chance to tell you, "I love you.". It happened when you two were cleaning up the Bunker's kitchen, he came behind you while you washed dishes, gave you a kiss to the top of your head, and said "I love you." Before going back to the kitchen table to wipe it down. You didn't know how he meant it. Friendly? More? So, you asked.. "Uh-.. how'd you mean that?" You asked kind of worried about the answer.
His brows furrowed as he tried to find the right way to phrase what he wanted to say because he was careful with you, he knew you'd overthink it. He used his actions instead. He set the damp rag down onto the tabletop and came towards you, he pulled you in, giving you enough time and space to pull away if this wasn't what you wanted, and then he slowly kissed you. He pulled you closer to his frame, kept a hand tangled in your hair, and the other on your waist, as he dragged his mouth over yours passionately.
There was no longer a question as to how he meant his, "I love you.". And once the kiss ceased, and he pulled back to stare deeply into your eyes, you said it back, "I love you too." Now, neither of you can stop annoying Dean with your PDA around the Bunker, you'll do anything for each other, and you'll never spend another cold night alone in your room as you two now share a bed and every moment together.
I do see Sam getting you both out of hunting after Dean's final passing. You're both heartbroken by the loss, but ready to leave hunting behind with the people you have and each other.
I hope you like this, and that it is accurate to you. If not, don't be afraid to let me know! <3 @s0ullesslullab1es
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