Two years at Stanford was all she got before her life caught back up with her and her boyfriend was killed in a fire. A year later and she's not much better off. Hunting with her brother is what she knows now, along with the burning need for revenge that sits in her gut.
Sam's the balance between her and her brother. Where Dean is outgoing, flirtatious, boisterous, and loud, Sammi is more thoughtful, more cautious. While she can make friends easily, thanks to a warm nature and an ear always available for listening, she struggles a lot - especially when she was in college - with striving to be normal. Or some sembelance of what she percieves normal to be.
Sammi carries a lot of guilt about her mother's death, and a lot of guilt in general, between not being able to help others or to help her family. She knows there's something inherently wrong with her, but she can't place exactly what it is. Despite this, Sam's a good person at heart and she does whatever she can to do the right thing.
Born in Lawrence, KS, Samantha was the second child of John and Mary Winchester, four years younger than her brother, Dean. She wasn't alive more than six months, not nearly enough time to even remember her own mother, before tragedy struck in the form of an immense fire that burned the Winchester home down and took Mary from their family. From then on, all Sam knew was living on the road, living in motels, and sleeping in the backseat of the family's '67 Impala, using her father's worn leather jacket as a pillow.
After her mother died, her father was distraught, confused, until he visited a psychic named Missouri, who told him that there was something more behind his wife's death. Then, John set out on a crusade of vengence, of justice for the death of his children's mother. While Sam was sheltered, kept from the bad things her father and older brother knew lurked out in the dark, both of the Winchester children were raised like warriors. How to shoot a gun, how to kill a ghost, what iron does, what salt does, burn the bones to kill the spirit, everything her father could find to help uncover Mary's death and forge his way forward to killing her killer - what he claimed was a demon.
Despite both John and Dean doing their best to keep Sammi safe and out of harm's way, she was the reason there had been an intruder in their home that night. She was the one who the demons were rooting for, though no one knew of this, and no one would know for many years.
When Sammi was eighteen, she left her small family to go to college and pursue a career in law. This caused a lot of strife with her father and brother; her father told her not to come back if she left. Despite this, Sam left for college and, for two years, saw hide nor hair of her immediate family, though she was sure they weren't far at times. But she carried on her normal life with her normal friends and her normal boyfriend. Not thinking about her father or brother driving through town to check up on her, and not thinking about the increasing nightmares she was having about a fire in her place and her boyfriend dying.
Then, one night, there was an intruder in the apartment - her brother, Dean. Their father was missing, not returning calls, out on a hunt. Sammi left for the weekend to help her bother get a lead on where their father had went, nothing big, nothing they couldn't handle. She'd be back by Monday, when she had an interview that could result in a full ride for the rest of her academic career.
The night she returned home, the apartment was empty, but Sam was greeted by home baked cookies and a note from her boyfriend, Jesse. Nothing was amiss, everything was fine. Until she found Jess pinned to the ceiling, a bloodied gash through his midsection. Then, there was fire.
PSYCHIC Sam's been having strange visions, excruiting headaches the last year or so. At first, she shrugged them off, probably just bad dreams and the like. Maybe just stress. It wasn't until one of her visions came true and her boyfriend died that she began to take them seriously. But she still doesn't know why they're happening.
The Bed, St. Vincent
We're sleeping underneath the bed
To scare the monsters out
With our dear daddy's Smith and Wesson
We've got to teach them all a lesson / Don't move, Don't scream /Or we will have to shoot
The Fix Is In, OK Go
Red and white for blood cells, red and white for wine.
They could be the whole damn spectrum if
we'd all just let them. Lord, it's such a crime...
Working on an inch less waistband in the
strip mall wasteland outside of this town,
or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more,
everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in.
The fix is in.
Sick Cycle Carousel, Lifehouse
I never thought I'd end up here
Never thought I'd be standing where I am
I guess I kind of thought it would be easier than this
I guess i was wrong now one more time
Cause I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I can get down to the ground
And i tried to earn my way
I tried to change this mind
You better believe that I tried to beat this,
White Knuckles, OK Go
You'll never get that taste, out of your mouth
You'll never get the paw prints, out of the hen house now
And you can't go back, same way you came
Round all the pieces up, but they just dont fit the same
White knuckles, Maybe it's not so bad
So let your hair down now
So come and let it all out, let it bleed
Did you get what you want? Did you get what you need?
Round Here, Counting Crows
She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh....I know it's only in my head."
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
Says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling."
Then she looks up at the building
And says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
She must be tired of something.
Goodbye Blue Sky, Pink Floyd
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky
A Martyr For My Love For You, The White Stripes
I'm beginning to like you
So you probably won't get what I'm going to do
I'm walkin' away from you
It probably don't make much sense to you
But I'm trying to save you
From all of the things that I'll probably say or do
I'll probably do
Sin For A Sin, Miranda Lambert
Fire and brimstone, dirt and a headstone
Bury ‘em baby, all of our sins
Hear the thunder six feet under
Hit your knees, won’t do it again
Guilty pleasure, ease the pain
Whiskey runnin’ through my veins
Too late to save you now
I need to repent
A sin for a sin
Blood Makes Noise, Suzanne Vega
But blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you
In the thickening of fear
I think that you might want to know
The details and the facts
But there's something in my blood
Denies the memory of the acts
Listen To Her Heart, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
She's gonna listen to her heart
It's gonna tell her what to do
Well, she might need a lot of lovin'
But she don't need you
You want me to think that I'm being used
You want her to think it's over
Can't you see it don't matter what you do
Buddy you don't even know her
Land Locked Blues, Bright Eyes
I've grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame
Saying "let me walk away, please"
You'll be free child once you have died
From the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
Till then walk away, walk away
So I'm up at dawn, Putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I'm leaving but I don't know where to
I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to
Pretty When You Cry, VAST
I didn't really love you, baby,
I didn't really love you
I didn't really love you, but I'm pretty when I lie.
You hurt me, baby...
I hurt you, baby...
how can you do this to me now?
how can you do this to me now?
If you knew how much I love you, you would run away..
how can you do this to me now?
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