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Character name:  sam winchester Character FC:  jared padalecki Age and cause of death: 31 [ unknown ( not sure if you wanted to tie this in with anything canon or nu…) ] Species:  human Position: condemned / runaway regent Short bio:

i’ve been beyond saving since the start.   i don’t expect redemption.   there’s no such thing as salvation.  

there’s nothing that can sway those weights and measures - nothing that can scrub away the stains, the taint, the sins.  a life of trying to do the right thing, with an ever swinging pendulum of condemnation only inches above his head.  and when the gauge had finally - slipped - and his mortal years had been cut - short.  there was really only one place he could end up.

lucifer’s vessel - monster - A B O M I N A T I O N -  hardly a soul worthy of the pearly gates.   steeped in enough blood that, in the final moment, he was drowning in it.  in all of those failures.  all of those souls he hadn’t managed to save.  plummeting, tumbling, meeting the fire… greeting it like an old friend, because really.  he deserved no less.

however, being a winchester in hell wasn’t the best eternity to drop into. which is why sam hit the ground hard and running. which is why he stays out of the way of anyone or anything that would recognise the shredded remnants of his soul for what they are.   he keeps his head down, tows the line.  bleeds, but never screams.  works to remain in the shadows, a nothing of a soul that heaven would surely like to obliterate and hell would twist beyond all semblance of himself - he knows what destiny whispered and he wants no part of it.  no ‘boy king’, no exalted messiah to the damned, no title or status, no hierarchy to slot into, no leader of the armies of the abyss, no prize pet for the hierarchy to have on a short leash… thanks, but no… …stay off the radar.  keep running.  

Sarah had gone to the DMV with her dad to take the learner’s permit test. She had woken him up at 7:00. am. despite his protests. He eventually caved. When they returned home to the bunker Sarah was eager to show she had past to Uncle Sam. Now it was just a matter of getting dad to let her drive. But when she came in she didn’t see Sam right away.

Hermione Granger is among the latter, mechanical movements without regard as she wanders away from the shelves to the doorway behind the counter. After all, what does it really matter? She can’t allow a potential patron to go unattended. A smile forms ---- cause & effect yet again overlooked, neglected. 

Turning the volume up to the highest level, he attempted to let the vibrations of the tune drown out his thoughts. Every so often would it work ; but more often, the thoughts he was trying to drown in would come snapping back. His own thoughts had become louder than the music, && for a brief moment, he had even forgotten he had music BLARING through the headphones. It was like he was being pulled into a void, everlasting, continual, INTERMINABLE. It was when the other had walked through the door that he had even realized, since he had been unable to hear them opening the creaky door, or taking their foot steps. The only reason he noticed was because he caught sight of the other in his PERIPHERAL vision.

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The touch startles him, Sam quickly reaching for the gun he kept on the waistband of his pants. Though he soon is reminded he no longer has it, the gun hadn’t been there for a while. A safety measure implemented from the last time he had been found shooting at nothing. It takes him a few seconds to regain his composure and calm down. Sam- it was just Sam.