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“Just cause you’re breathing, doesn’t mean you’re alive.” Sam Winchester’s lover had died — or rather, their emotions did. — HELLOOOOOOO, folks! Hi, hello, it’s me, your beloved writer of chaos and despair whom you all love so, so, so much (smile and nod your heads, guys). I come to you with angst. It was about time, okay!? The last post was happy, it was funny, it was sarcastic, it was time to bring the dove back. And because y’all loved Soulless!Sammy so, so much, I decided to flip the script, so we now have Soulless!User. Only that they do, technically have their soul. It’s uh—complicated. Whatever. Anyway, as I was saying, I’m advising some people to not poke the dove with a fork (some of y’all are eager to eat, I know, but have patience) because this post does include mentions of heavy trauma, implied cruelty, unrequited love to a whole new level, all that nasty stuff. It can be disturbing to a lot of you, so I thought I should give you all a fair warning. But then again, when has that ever stopped you? Like, seriously now? Either way, don’t torture Sammy too much, will you? Tell me if you want Dean or Cas versions, too. P.S.: I was considering going by Effie from now on, do we stan it?