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Title: 20 Random Facts About Sam Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam
Word Count: 2200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam is an accidental baby.
Notes: Strange formatting, relatively plotless, possibly out-of-character. You have been warned!


1. Sam is an accidental baby. Mary doesn’t realize she’s pregnant until she starts dreaming of a pearl bracelet that shines like the Morning Star.

a. When Mary goes into labor, she expects it to be long and drawn out, like Dean’s, an endless fourteen hours, but Sam’s out in the world in less than five. Mary watches John holding him, tucked close to his chest, watches Sam’s tiny baby breaths, and tells the nurse standing nearby that she never expected it to go so fast. The nurse smiles, touches the silken tuft of hair on Sam’s head and says, “This baby’s gonna show the world.”

2. Mary reads to her boys every night before bed. When she dies, John takes up the tradition; it’s the only comfort he can think to give and to take. He collects children’s books, makes funny voices for all the characters and revels in the healing power of Dean’s laughter, and Sammy’s clapping. He manages to keep it up for two years, before pain and revelation cloud everything else. Dean moves onto other things, but the reading seems to stick with Sam. He adores books like few other things, drinking in the pictures as he sits in the backseat of the Impala, strapped into a car seat.

3. Sam starts school late, middle of first grade, but John tells his teacher that he thinks Sam will be fine. Tells her that Sam’s a book-lover, likes nothing more. When he returns at the end of the day to pick Sam up, the teacher pulls him aside and asks, “Mr. Winchester, do you know your son can’t read?” They move two weeks later, and John doesn’t think too much about it.

a. It’s not that Sam doesn’t want to read, he does. But while other students move from words to sentences, he can’t seem to make sense of the letters, likes the pictures better. After they move, he gets Dean to read to him every night, answers every question his teacher asks, reads out sentences learned by rote, and tries to show people he’s not stupid. Other students call him names, and even Dean asks why he loves school so much, but it’s not so much loving it as it is proving everyone else wrong, and he’d rather be called names for knowing things than not knowing them.

b. When Sam’s eight, he reads out a passage at school and realizes he’s not parroting the words. He goes home and digs the motel Bible out of its drawer, a book he’s never opened before, and reads out one sentences after another, as if he’s been able to do it forever.

4. When he’s twelve, a group of kids corner him behind the middle school where he’s waiting for Dean. They grab his book bag and play keep-away, call him “fatso” and “lardass” and “Fatty McGeekBoy” and push him into the mud left behind by last night’s rain, and laugh as they run off.

a. When the school lets out for spring break, Sam looks up his BMI, makes a diet/exercise chart that he keeps under his mattress, races with Dean every morning, and asks Dad if he can join his training regimen. It takes him three weeks to lose all of the excess weight and three more to develop some muscle.

b. He never gets called “fatso” again.

c. He never quite gets the hang of eating a full meal again, either.

5. When Sam’s thirteen, Dean lands in the hospital after a hunt gone bad. The doctor comes out and tells Dad that Dean’s heart stopped twice on the table, and Sam blacks out. It’s the first time he realizes how much he hates their life.

a. It’s also the first time he realizes how much he loves Dean.

6. Sam stitches his father and brother up for the first time on his fourteenth birthday, keeps vigil over their bedsides for the entire night, vomits three times into the toilet bowl and has nightmares for a week. When his school starts passing out flyers about college and PSATs and SATs, Sam takes one.

a. He doesn’t decide that he wants to leave until he goes on his first hunt and cracks a red cap’s skull open and watches it writhe and shrivel and die and thinks, That could be Dad. That could be Dean. That could be me.

b. He feels like a coward, applying to colleges, knows that he’s leaving because he can’t take the fear any longer, the idea that the one thing standing between his family and death could be him, and wonders what Dean and Dad would think of him if they knew.

c. Dad brings in his acceptance letters when they arrive, tosses them on the table and says, “Don’t know why you wasted the time, kiddo, when you’re not going to go.”

d. Sam knows that they’re mad, even though he can’t understand it. He doesn’t realize how mad until Dad tells him never to come back. He stands at the bus stop and realizes he’s lost his family and if he told you that he didn’t cry on the ride to Palo Alto, he’d be lying.

7. Sam has no friends throughout his freshman and sophomore years at Stanford. He finds solace in books.

a. He meets Jessica Moore in his Politics class, where they get into a heated argument over the Middle East and she calls him an ignoramus.

b. He pretty much decides right there that she’s a flake.

c. Six months later she finds his dorm room and hands him a rose and tells him she feels like an ass and asks him out for coffee.

8. His first prayer is uttered in a friend’s car during a traffic jam. Someone’s black T-bird is folded in half against a tree, and he’s filled with a sudden urge to call Dean and ask him if he’s all right, but he can’t and doesn’t, just thinks, Please God, protect them.

9. College, like school, isn’t easy for Sam. He can’t scrape decent grades without even trying like Dean always seemed to. He spends hours on every paper, stays awake for three days straight during mid-terms and finals. It’s only his determination that gets him where he wants to be. It’s always his determination that gets him where he wants to be.

10. In his junior year, he’s walking in between the shelves of the library and overhears a group of guys he knows talking about him. “I mean, does anyone even know him?” one says. “Where he came from, his family – he’s a complete mystery. Either he’s really shy or really snobby.” “Or a serial killer,” mutters someone else. Sam stands between those shelves for a long time, and thinks, these people should know him. This is who he wants to be. This is who he is. He wonders if anyone really knows him, or if he even knows himself, and if he wants what he thinks he wants, and if Sam Winchester really exists at all.

11. A part of him thinks that his anger after Jess’s death will keep the fear at bay, until he finds Dean pale as death in a basement in Montana. He prays constantly until the ambulance arrives, and paces around the hospital, talks to the staff, fills papers and gives a statement to delay the moment he’ll have to hear that this time, Dean didn’t make it. Instead, he walks into Dean’s room to find a shadow of the man he knows as his brother. This Dean, who tells him that it’s over, no point in avoiding the obvious, terrifies him more than a bleeding out, hallucinating, feverish Dean ever could.

12. Sam thinks his first memory is of his mother, jostling him up and down on her knee while Dean plays with a set of blocks across the room, but he can’t be sure. There are so many things he doesn’t know, about his parents and his brother, things that only come to light when Dean shares them, and it’s unsettling. He doesn’t know how many of his memories of then are actually his, and how many are projections of the few stories Dean’s told.

13. “It’s so hard to do this, what we do,” says Sam to Dean in a small church town and he’s never been more honest with anyone in his life. Everything he does seems hard. The rewards are rarely ever worth it.

14. Death surrounds Sam like a cloak, until he thinks he is cursed, until he thinks that everyone he’s ever loved is going to die. He keeps a stranglehold on hope after Dean’s deal, because Dean, he’s loved the most, Dean has been around the longest, Sam’s saved Dean, time and time again, and there’s no way, no way Dean is going die.

a. Sam doesn’t know what insanity feels like, but a long time after they leave Broward County, Florida, he lies awake in bed and listens to Dean breathe and thinks he might’ve lost his mind in the Trickster’s world. He doesn’t know how to go back to the Sam of six months ago. He doesn’t know how to readjust.

15. Sam cries a total of three times after Dean dies. First, while driving to Indiana, Dean’s body wrapped in white sheets in the backseat. He loses it as soon as he turns on his blinkers, heads for the exit, has to pull over to avoid crashing. Second, while digging the grave, after clearing as many trees as he can, with splinters in his hands and an unbearable ache in his shoulder, a body lying three feet away. Third, after sex with Ruby, when she leaves the ramshackle apartment for wherever she stays, leaving him an empty room and mountains of shock and guilt and all he can think is, What did I do? What did I do? He cries himself to sleep, the strongest emotion he’s felt in days.

16. Sam’s happiest memory is of a day in June, when he was twelve and Dad drove them to a lake and taught them to fish. Dean threw worms at him, and Sam couldn’t bear the thought of keeping the fish he caught, and Dad cut himself on the fishing line, but it’s the best Sam’s got, and it’s the best he’s ever felt.

a. Sam sometimes tries to think of his worst memory, but he has a hard time choosing just one, and stops before he gets too far and brings back all the pain that he’s shoved into the far corners of his mind.

17. Going after Lilith was never an intention until Ruby brought it up, and Sam agrees to it because it’s easier, and hell, if Lilith dies, it’s just two birds with one stone. He can’t put a gun to his mouth and pull the trigger, but this, he can do.

a. But Ruby’s plan isn’t about immediate gratification, and the longer Sam practices the more he thinks that maybe, maybe, if he can control this curse, he can turn it into a gift. It always comes back to hope, he realizes, in his most introspective moments. It always comes back to hope. He doesn’t know why he seems to have an endless supply. He wishes he could just stop.

18. “You’ve been using your psychic crap and you’ve been getting stronger! We just don’t know why and we don’t know how,” Dean says in a motel room in Maryland. It hits Sam then that this is as close as Dean is going to get to aligning himself with heaven, saying “we”, making Castiel a partner, someone on his side. He thinks about Ruby, and how, when Sam talks about her and him he might sometimes say “we” but mostly he just says “I” and he only ever thinks “I”. He thinks about when “we” used to mean them, Sam and Dean, and wonders when that stopped. Wonders how he didn’t even notice it. Wonders why something so precious was lost so easily. He’s never felt quite so alone.

19. There is never any part of Sam that thinks what he’s doing might not be right. He hides behind his family and the Apocalypse, yes, but if he can stop the world ending, does it matter that the only thing he wants is to see Lilith dead, to see if the light fading from her eyes can somehow bring back the brightness to his?

20. But when it’s finally over and done for, everything starts crumbling around him. He feels like he’s sleeping walking as Dean drags him out of the convent and into the open air, and all he can think is, What now? What now? and all he can feel is the weight of his every failure, and all he can hear is the thrum of the car around him. Nothing now. Nothing.
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Date: 2009-06-21 10:32 pm (UTC)
ext_1310: (the shape i found you in)
From: [identity profile] musesfool.livejournal.com
Oh, Sammy. *smishes him*

Date: 2009-06-22 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Tragedy in a pretty package. :(

Thanks for reading!

Date: 2009-06-21 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jessicamee.livejournal.com
I love the format of this. Very good fic.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:09 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-21 11:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladylothwen.livejournal.com
It's an outline. Which is so very Sam.

I love this.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:10 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-21 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sophiap.livejournal.com
Lovely. Number 18 hit especially hard.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Thank you! Number 18 was actually the point that inspiried this fic. :)

Date: 2009-06-21 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] winyumi.livejournal.com
I really really love how you write Sam's vulnerability. He puts up such a strong front all the time, even with Dean. I love that you have him struggling with school, when Dean finds it easy. In a different fic I might not have believed it, but you made me believe and you made me love it.

Also "Nothing now. Nothing." gives me chills.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
I'm glad the school struggle was believable! I feel like most of what Sam loves or wants to do or desires always proves extremely difficult for him to get. Whereas it's much easier for Dean. The prime example being, Dean's deal to save Sam and Sam's utter inabilty to save Dean or even sell his soul for him. It got me thinking that perhaps when he was a kid he'd been able to do many things simply out of sheer determination, which is why, even now, he refuses to believe that he can't do anything he puts his mind to: saving Dean, killing Lilith, doing what's right.

Thank you so much for reading!

Date: 2009-06-21 11:38 pm (UTC)
cordeliadelayne: (smiling misha)
From: [personal profile] cordeliadelayne
This is wonderful. Utterly heartbreaking and the format works really well.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
I'm really glad; the format was making me nervous. Thank you for reading!

Date: 2009-06-22 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] withdiamonds.livejournal.com
This is a very believable, real, heart-breaking Sam. Poor Sammy.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Sam just feels like the epitome of tragedy sometimes, doesn't he?

Date: 2009-06-22 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chissy-rose.livejournal.com
Excellent fic. Liked how you started with his birth and traced his life through school and college, up to the present. Makes me feel sad for Sam & want to hug him.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
There's so much to write about Sam in this through-the-years format; it was hard choosing a handful to put together. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Date: 2009-06-22 12:27 am (UTC)
embroiderama: (Sam - angry/scary)
From: [personal profile] embroiderama
Oh, Sammy. This is sharp and painful and lovely.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:22 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-22 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrstotten.livejournal.com
Oh sweetie.... damn I wish I could write Sam anything like this.

This was sweet and moving and lovely

Number 2 was gorgeous and number 5 broke me

Date: 2009-06-22 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Sam is really terrifying to write. A lot of times I feel like I can't possibly get deep enough to understand him.

I'm so glad you liked it! \o/

Date: 2009-06-22 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tahirire.livejournal.com


Dude, I'm glad you are back, I missed you!! *tacklehugs*

OUTLINE! \o/

Awesome. :)

Date: 2009-06-22 02:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
I MISSED YOU, TOO!

\o/\o/

Thank you!

Date: 2009-06-22 12:36 am (UTC)
tigriswolf: (holy water)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf
I... don't know what to say. This is very well done.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Thank you! :)

Date: 2009-06-22 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sockkiah.livejournal.com
Oh dear, tears in my eyes for poor Sammy. This was beautifully done.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Mine too! Thanks for reading. :)

Date: 2009-06-22 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jacyevans.livejournal.com
This is so incredibly heartbreaking, the format is so original - an outline is just so Sam. I love it. Oh Sammy :(

Date: 2009-06-22 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
I'm glad it worked for you! Outlines do seem very Sam-like. :)

Date: 2009-06-22 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] supenatualkylie.livejournal.com
That is really powerful, and so Sam. I liked his happiest memory and how Sam got the courage to lose weight

Date: 2009-06-22 02:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! :)

Date: 2009-06-22 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clex_monkie89.livejournal.com
Wow, I love this a lot. Like, so very, very, very much.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:38 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-22 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callistosh65.livejournal.com
Oh that was utterlxy brilliant - the format made it all the more heartbreaking as you led us step by step through Sam's psyche over the years. A beautiful piece of writing, thank you.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Thank you for reading. :)

Date: 2009-06-22 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wingstar.livejournal.com
holy shit. you made me cry. this is really amazing. 16a is the one where i gasped out loud and held my breath and probably started the crying thing. really, this is lovely work. OH SAM.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Aw, I'm sorry for making you cry. Sort of.

Thank you for reading. :)

Date: 2009-06-22 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] she-rockstar.livejournal.com
That was fantastic, I teared up a few times. Brilliant job!

He feels like he’s sleeping walking as Dean drags him out of the convent and into the open air, and all he can think is, What now? What now? and all he can feel is the weight of his every failure, and all he can hear is the thrum of the car around him. Nothing now. Nothing.

Chilling. *claps*

Date: 2009-06-22 02:44 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-22 07:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pr-scatterbrain.livejournal.com
Beautiful work. Very Powerful.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:44 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-22 09:02 am (UTC)
ext_28384: (Default)
From: [identity profile] velvetine01.livejournal.com
OMG, this is amazing and so well characterised. I love it, and your Sam makes my heart hurt. Number 18 is my favourite. :)

Date: 2009-06-22 02:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
I'm so glad! Thank you. :)

Sam has been very hurty recently.

Date: 2009-06-22 10:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] that-september.livejournal.com
I think you broke me a little bit there.

Sammy.

This was fantastic writing. Thanks for reminding me why I love Sam so much.

(And just as a side note, I think it's interesting that you portrayed Sam as having to work very very hard for his grades and showing that he struggled with school. 99.9% of the time, Sammy is written as naturally book-oriented, and I love that you showed a different, more believable version of him.)

Date: 2009-06-22 02:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Sam deserves all the love he can get. :)

I'm glad you pointed that out. I really wanted to portray something that Sam really wants to do being really difficult for him in his early life, because later (with Dean's deal, and so many other things) it seems really hard for Sam to do what he wants to. It made me think that perhaps Sam's determination and stuborness stem from the possibility that nothing he's wanted has ever come easily.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:29 pm (UTC)
jerusha: (sam sad)
From: [personal profile] jerusha
I really liked this. I thought you really captured Sam here.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:51 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-22 02:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dangomango.livejournal.com
#18 D: D: D:

Gotta say fics like this support my opinion that Sam is really not going to get a happy ending. And how could he? Sigh.

Date: 2009-06-22 02:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
That scene in the show really, really hurt. Dean unwittingly putting himself and Castiel on one side and Sam on the other, and telling Sam he thought he'd go darkside? *is sad*

I don't know if either Sam or Dean will get a happy ending, but it doesn't stop me hoping. Sam's been through a lot, this season especially, being convinced that he was doing the right thing, destroying himself to save the world... I'm really looking forward to how season five will handle his trauma. I think as long as he has Dean's love, he'll be okay. That's the most important thing to him.

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Date: 2009-06-22 06:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-eilthana.livejournal.com
That fic is a little bit different but I really liked it.

Especially these passages:

He collects children’s books, makes funny voices for all the characters and revels in the healing power of Dean’s laughter, and Sammy’s clapping. He manages to keep it up for two years, before pain and revelation cloud everything else.

He never quite gets the hang of eating a full meal again, either.

He thinks about when “we” used to mean them, Sam and Dean, and wonders when that stopped. Wonders how he didn’t even notice it. Wonders why something so precious was lost so easily. He’s never felt quite so alone.


So sad, heartbreaking and yet so beautiful. ♥

Date: 2009-06-22 06:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mimblexwimble.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad the format wasn't a turn off. :)

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