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Sasquatch_133 has a minion!

Dean the Freaking Rock

Sasquatch_133
Legacy Name: Sasquatch_133

The

Spectrum Antlephore
Owner:

Cross

Age: 15 years, 2 months, 3 days

Born: February 28th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 2 months, 3 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 28th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 34
Strength: 86
Defense: 85
Speed: 84
Health: 83
HP: 83/83
Intelligence: 46
Books Read: 46
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Weapons Tester

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~~MsWonDerlAnD~~

Sammy CI by the very talented

Rah
X by Cass

journal and colt ci made by

Destiny:heart: thank you so much, you're the best!

Name: Samuel Winchester
a.k.a. Sammy, Bitch, Grumpy
Date of Birth: May 2, 1983
Date of Death: May 2, 2007
Date Resurected: same day of death or several days later
Place of Birth: Lawrence, Kansas
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 190
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Family:
Mary Winchester-Mother (Deceased)
John Winchester-Father (Deceased)
Dean Winchester-Older Brother
Occupation: Hunter, former college student

My earliest memory was of my brother…I woke up and it was dark and raining. I remember being scared because I thought I was alone. And the lightening and thunder…it made me jump and whimper. And then his hand was on my face, gently brushing the hair away from my half closed eyes, telling me to hush, it was ok. And he told me I could sleep again, that he would sit there with me and watch over me. That he would always watch over me. I remember that so clearly, like it was yesterday. I was 4 years old…
That’s how it’s always been, Dean watching out for me, and when I was old enough, me watching out for him. We have each others backs, always have. But then, there’s no other way in this life. This life that I tried to leave behind but couldn’t. I thought I was out, thought I had escaped, but there is no escape from this. I should have known it would come for me, that it would pull me back and mold me into this…broken man. Sometimes I feel so empty inside and I don’t understand that because the times I feel empty are the times I am so full of sorrow and regret and anger. How can I be so empty and so full at the same time?
It’s not always like that though. At times I have hope. Like when I left and went to Stanford, my hopes for a normal life screaming inside my head. And when I first met Jessica…so beautiful and sweet and full of life. I fell hard and fast and hoped she felt the same. When she told me she loved me I cried. I cried for the illusion of peace it brought me, cried for the family I had left behind, cried for what was within my grasp, but what I knew I couldn’t keep. As badly as I wanted it and as close as I was to having it, it wasn’t going to last. I could see that, I could see it in the visions…
The visions started a couple of weeks before my brother came and got me. Visions of Jess dying, burning in a fire. And…of other things. I didn’t know what they meant, just that something was coming. Something was always coming. I tried to ignore them, to pretend they didn’t happen, because then maybe, just maybe, it would be ok. So when Dean came and asked for my help to find dad, I went with him. I was just going to be gone for a couple of days. And truth be told, I missed my brother. I missed him terribly. In my haste to get away from that life, I severed all ties that led back to it, and those ties included Dean. I never knew until much later how deeply that hurt him. But I went with him then, and it was almost like I had never left. He welcomed me with open arms and I felt regret for not having contacted him for 2 years, for throwing away this sense of belonging that I now felt with him. I never knew how much it meant to me until I had it again. How much he meant to me. But I had a whole other life now and I didn’t want to give it up. I couldn’t give it up. The need for it was too great and I ached for wanting it. But I decided that after I got back to Stanford, I would make an effort, I would try and keep Dean in my life. I told myself things would be different, things were going to change.
And change they did…
We didn’t find dad that weekend, but Dean and I found each other again and it felt good.When he left me at my place, I felt a new sense of contentment, a new peace, the likes of which I hadn’t felt in a long time and that I would never feel again.
Jess was burning and this time it wasn’t a vision. She was burning on the ceiling and I couldn’t save her. And then Dean was there, as if from thin air, pulling me out as I fought against him to get to her, but it was too late. Why is it always too late?
I have since told Dean about my visions, the ones about Jessica dying. But not the others. Because my visions come true, I can’t tell him. The ones about me, and something about blood, so much blood, and demon black eyes and being trapped and screaming in a room with a hunger so strong I fear I will die if I don’t get what I need. But I don’t know what it is that I need, the vision doesn’t show me. Or if it does, I can’t see it. Dean can’t know this, so I keep it hidden and wait for the day that it finds me. And I know that one day it will.
So I hunt, and like my father, I do it out of vengeance and rage. I try to right the wrongs and destroy the evil, but there are so many wrongs and so much evil.It consumes me.
My brother and I didn’t choose this life, it chose us.And there’s work to do…

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TaterSalad :heart: