Sam deserves so much better, all the time. All. The. Time.
He deserves the compassion and understanding he gives so selflessly.
He deserves the hugs, the love, the time to heal. People that’ll be there to make him smile beacuse he misses a friend, just like he does with those whom he loves.
He deserves the time to unwind. The time to vent and rant freely, if he wants to. To take the frustrasions and sadness and anger out, and not be belited then about how selfish he was because he expressed something other than constant support.
He deserves good. And smiles. And a big and honest “Thank you, Sam. For everything good you do, even when it’s hard and you are hurting too.”
He deserves acknowledgment for his efforts and a simple, nice meal with a “How are you? Really.”
He deserves to be as cared for, like he does for others constantly.
Sam Winchester deserves pure and unwavering love. Because he’s good. And because it’s about time.