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Sam Winchester was 17 years old when he took his own life.
It was a cold autumn day when he walked to the park near his house, a miserable drizzle of rain following him.
He disappeared into the woods, running until he could run no longer, and he collapsed in the dirt.
Growing beside where he fell was a single red rose, struggling to live as weeds choked it out, and the rain pounded against its fragile petals.
The young Winchester took his knife and cut the rose away, cradling the lost life in his hands.
Then, he drew the knife along his own wrists, allowing himself to bleed out, dying under a stormy sky.
He left no note.
He had told no one about his morbid reverie of escape, or that he intended to carry it out.
When he was found two days later, his body cold and still, the rose was still there, bloodied and crumpled in Sam's stiff, scarred hands.
Death was not the end for Sam. He became a Shinigami, a Reaper, given the task of collecting souls, so that he may come to appreciate life, and regret taking his own at such a young age. It was both a punishment and a second chance, a blessing and a curse; it was an alternative to eternal sleep, a twisted gift for the Winchester, so that he may see hope and mercy, and perhaps understand that he was meant to live.
Sam appears in adult form to those he meets, wearing a white suit. He has a passion for roses, and he gives one to each lost soul that he collects. Although he can be bitter at times about his past, and the job he has been left with, he still carries out his duties as he is directed to, and is loyal to Death. He is usually kind to those he appears to, and he is gentle when he takes their souls; after taking hours to perish in the forest, alone, frightened, and in pain, he wishes that no one else would suffer like that.
It was a cold autumn day when he walked to the park near his house, a miserable drizzle of rain following him.
He disappeared into the woods, running until he could run no longer, and he collapsed in the dirt.
Growing beside where he fell was a single red rose, struggling to live as weeds choked it out, and the rain pounded against its fragile petals.
The young Winchester took his knife and cut the rose away, cradling the lost life in his hands.
Then, he drew the knife along his own wrists, allowing himself to bleed out, dying under a stormy sky.
He left no note.
He had told no one about his morbid reverie of escape, or that he intended to carry it out.
When he was found two days later, his body cold and still, the rose was still there, bloodied and crumpled in Sam's stiff, scarred hands.
Death was not the end for Sam. He became a Shinigami, a Reaper, given the task of collecting souls, so that he may come to appreciate life, and regret taking his own at such a young age. It was both a punishment and a second chance, a blessing and a curse; it was an alternative to eternal sleep, a twisted gift for the Winchester, so that he may see hope and mercy, and perhaps understand that he was meant to live.
Sam appears in adult form to those he meets, wearing a white suit. He has a passion for roses, and he gives one to each lost soul that he collects. Although he can be bitter at times about his past, and the job he has been left with, he still carries out his duties as he is directed to, and is loyal to Death. He is usually kind to those he appears to, and he is gentle when he takes their souls; after taking hours to perish in the forest, alone, frightened, and in pain, he wishes that no one else would suffer like that.
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((Hello ^^))
( Psst~
it's me, ~its-agreenlight Just wanted to let you
know I moved Jesse onto another account,
just so ya won't think I left ya. u v u )
A curious thing, when one looks and sees something one is fairly certain wasn't there a moment before. Sometimes it's easy to explain it away, like a bird suddenly perched on a branch or a blossom threading amidst grass: perhaps you had just missed it the first time. But this was different. This was a whole person, all in white. Mabel wouldn't have missed that, even if her observation skills were sometimes a bit lax. Without thought she waves one hand around, hoping to catch his attention, curious at to who...or perhaps what, considering the many strange things in this little town...this gentleman was. "Hey, hey you! You can't skip the city greeting committee-!" In her small hands are grasped about a dozen flyers for her Uncle's Mystery Shack, one of which she is tentatively holding out to him. "I have to tell you all about the greatest sight of Gravity Falls-"
Danke for the Watch!
(no prob!)
// What a lovely account! //
(Thank you very much! <3)