#soulless sam

[acecroft]

Sam Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 6.03

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Betrayal

[Soulless Sam watching as Dean gets turned into a vampire]

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[according2thelore]

do you ever think about the fact that soulless sam kept the samulet? because i do. all the time.

we know from the show that dean doesn’t know sam kept the amulet until S11. check.

we know that dean didn’t know sam was alive after he jumped into the cage, and so sam didn’t go back to get any of his old belongings from dean. check.

the fact that sam still has the amulet means it was in his duffle/belongings, which dean kept the year sam was gone. makes sense. check.

but when they get back together, and sam has access to his things again, he keeps the amulet.

this is a soulless man, who looks at dean and feels nothing. he tolerates his concern, barely, but he’s more annoyed than anything at his constant attempts to “get sammy back.”

but he keeps the fucking amulet!! this man travelled for a year with the things he can keep in a backpack. he��s not attached to physical items because he doesn’t care for them. he doesn’t care for people.

and after a year of hard living, of living completely light and portable, presumably starting over more than once if shit got too hot to go back and get his things—HE MADE THE CONSCIOUS DECISION TO KEEP THE AMULET!!!

i’m sure it wasn’t an “aw. okay.” moment, but it sure as hell was a moment with sam indexing his bag, seeing the amulet tucked amongst his clothes or rolled into a tube of socks or pressed under the lining and leaving it! a sam who was not planning on getting his soul back and wouldn’t mourn it if it were gone!

he doesn’t wear it or bring it up, so it doesn’t fall into the hedonistic/“i like nice things” category that the charger falls into. it doesn’t serve a functional purpose.

i think sam kept it for the same bland contentment he shows when dean hugs him. just “okay.” that’s it. something is “right” about this, about existing in this state.

i’m sure his chest seized around something that was supposed to be there when he looked at it. there’s an inexplicable rightness to having the amulet close. thinking about it annoys sam, so he doesn’t think about it.

maybe he considered throwing it away, and dug it out of the motel trash 20 minutes later, angry and not knowing why.

HE KEPT IT!!! SOULLESS SAM KEPT THE SAMULET!!! SAM WITHOUT A SOUL STILL KEPT SOMETHING THAT “DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING” TO DEAN!!! BECAUSE IT STILL MEANT SOMETHING TO HIM!!!!

[horrorshow]

Except that… I need your help. And you're clearly not gonna stick around for much longer unless I give it to you straight, so… I've done a lot worse than you know. I've killed innocent people in the line of duty. But I'm pretty sure it's not something the old me could've done. And maybe I should feel guilty. But I don't.

SAM WINCHESTER 6.08 All Dogs Go to Heaven

[holylulusworld]

Very tight places - Kinktober 3

Summary: You're stuck with a soulless Sam again.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Square 8 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Amnesia

Square 6 filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Dirty Talk

Warnings: soulless!Sam being his asshole self, cheating (kinda), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of anal sex, creampie, claustrophilia, blasphemie

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Claustrophilia

Words:

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Catch up here: Cramped (1) & Tight places (2)

Six months later you are still hunting with Dean and Sam. You didn’t want to leave the elder Winchester alone with his soulless brother. 

Who are you trying to kid? The ugly and embarrassing truth is, that you can’t stay away from Sam for too long.

He’s intoxicating. You’re high on him, and the way he fucks you. If you had an ounce of dignity left, you’d tell the bastard to fuck off. But you are too far gone to care.

Most nights, you let him do unspeakable things to you. Dean stumbled in on you and his brother, calling you sick more than once. He wrinkles his nose anytime Sam gropes you in front of his brother.

Sam has no filter. In any way. When it comes to sex, he doesn’t care if you are in the middle of a case, at a hospital, or buying groceries. Sam wants you, and he gets you.

Anytime. Anywhere.

“Sam, what are we doing here, dressed in the cheapest costumes we could find,” you grumble as Sam decides you must play nun and priest to solve your latest case. 

Dean is out and about to find Death. Not to die this time, but to convince Death himself to help him get Sam’s soul back. 

Sam is not amused. He wants to stay like this. New and improved. Deadly, focused, and with a sexual appetite making even Dean blush.

“I look ridiculous. They will not believe I’m a nun.” Glancing around the almost empty church you sigh. At least there are not many people around to witness your poor performance.

“Why?” Sam resists the urge to grope your ass. Seeing you in your nun costume got him rock-hard. If not for the case he wants to solve, he’d have you bent over the altar already. “We look just the same as the priest I knocked out to get his clothes.”

“You did what?” you stop in your tracks to gape at Sam. “Please tell me you didn’t knock a priest out, Samuel Winchester. I don’t want to go to hell only because you have no impulse control.”

Sam smirks darkly. “You are so cute when mad,” he dips his head to whisper, “not so cute while you writhe on my fat cock. You’re a whore, not a saint. I know how you like it. Dirty and rough.”

“Sam, can you for once not think about your dick?” You growl. “We still need to find the monster killing the people at the church. Sadly, the only witness still suffers from amnesia.”

“That’s where you come in,” Sam purrs. “I didn’t want you to wear this iconic tunic only for fun. You are the one taking Sister Margaret’s place. You’ll fit in just fine.”

“I don’t want to play the next victim for the monster. Which by the way, you still didn’t identify, Sam. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent the last night at the bar with that blonde,” you snap at the hunter. You don’t give a shit if your blow your cover. Sam won’t get away with treating you like a random bitch he can fuck and leave afterward.

“Y/N, be honest with me,” he chuckles at your angry expression, “are you jealous because you are in love with me?“

“You wish,” you walk away, too angry to be around Sam today. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. Sam and you spent the last months together. Most of the time in the sheets. But last night, he told you to leave and didn’t return until early in the morning.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” Sam mocks you. “I know you love me. You draw hearts and imagine walking down the aisle while I wait for you to give you the ring.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you turn back around to snap at Sam. “I can’t wait for Dean to get your soul back. The moment you have it back, I’m gone. Don’t believe I stuck around for you and your limp dick. I did it for Dean because he’s a good man. Always was.”

“You want my brother?” His features darken, and you can see the change in Sam’s eyes. You take a step back. You know the look in his eyes. It’s the same one you see when he’s about to attack a monster. “Well, too bad. He can’t have you.”

“He can have me if he wants me.” It’s your turn to pay Sam back for all the times you asked yourself if he’s with some other girl. “Just like you had that pretty little thing last night.”

Sam snorts. “She was boring and wanted to go on a date first.” He casually says. As if this excuses his behavior, and how he treated you last night. “Come. I show you something nice.”

“Sam, I’m not in the mood for one of your games. Let’s just solve this case and we can go our separate ways. I stuck around far longer than I intended to.” You huff as Sam once again, ignores your protests. He grabs you by your arm and drags you toward the confession booth.

“Sam! What are you doing?” 

“Shush now, I saw someone,” he pushes you inside the booth and closes the door behind him. You gulp. You’re stuck in a tight place with Sam again. “Do you have your gun?”

“What kind of question is that Winchester? I’m not an idiot!”

“Good. Stay in here and wait for me,” he turns around to look at you. Something flashes in his eyes before he turns around to leave the booth. Not without telling you to lock it, though…

You’re gnawing at your nails. Sam left you at the confession booth half an hour ago, and now you don’t know if you left the booth to help him or not. 

You press your ear to the door, listening to your breathing. There is not a sound, and you wonder if Sam messed with you and just left the church.

“Open the door,” Sam knocks at the door, “now.”

“Fuck, Winchester,” you curse, but unlock the door to drag Sam inside. He closes it behind him once again and releases an annoyed huff as you check him for injuries. 

“You can't wait to put your hands on me again, huh?” Sam turns around to look you up and down. “You know,” he licks his lips. His large hands shoot toward your face to cradle it for a moment, “I think you should confess your sins to me, my dear.”

“I said I’m not in the mood for one of your games,” you pout and cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you leave me in here, all alone? Did you find the monster?”

“I fucked the nuns and gave them a good spanking,” Sam deadpans. “What do you think I did? I kept you safe. The monster wasn’t here. We will find them, though.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“And you are still my whore. My brother can’t have you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Say it.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish I would,” he chuckles as you claw at the hand holding your throat in a tight grip. “OR maybe I should remind you of your worth. Turn around, lift your tunic, sister. I want to see your cunt.”

“No.”

“Do it or I swear I’ll drag you out of here and fuck you on the altar like I wanted to,” he warns. You know Sam is not joking. If you don’t do as he says, he’ll drag you out and have his way with you on the altar.

He drops his hand from your throat, smirking as you slowly turn around. You shove the black tunic up your body to reveal your ass to him. 

“I hate you so much.”

“No panties,” Sam moves his hand between your legs to find you dripping for him. “you’re such a whore for me. I can’t believe I found someone like you.”

You should knee his balls and just leave him there. Instead, you press your hands against the wooden wall and brace yourself for Sam’s massive cock. He’s not a fan of foreplay when he’s like that. 

“My whore.” He runs his large hand over your back, down to your ass. “Look at you, ready to have my cock. I think I’ll go for your ass today.”

You suck in a breath. It’s always a struggle to take him up your ass. Especially when he’s impatient. 

“Here?”

“Aw, my little cockslut loves having me up her ass, huh?” His pants drop to the ground before you can even choke out a moan. Sam is on you in a blink. One hand moves between your legs to slap your pussy. “Answer me!”

“YES!”

“Louder!”

“I love your cock up my ass,” he slaps your pussylips again, and again until your tender flesh throbs and you soak his hand. “I want to feel it all the time.”

“Beg me,” he slings his arm around your throat. “Y/N, I’m not asking,” Sam growls in your ear. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please give me your cock, Father Winchester,” he bends your body to his will and rams himself inside of your leaking cunt.

“Fuck,” Sam is not gentle. All he gives you is his free hand between your legs to toy with your clit. He snaps his hips into your ass, making you cry out with every deep thrust. “I love it when cry a little.”

“Ass-hole,” you press your hands hard against the wooden wall. “I hate you so much.”

Sam doesn’t care about your words, or that you soak his cock only a few thrusts later. He batters your cunt, hoping to force another orgasm out of you to make you see that only he can fulfill your desires.

“You make the sweetest noises when I fuck you,” he nips at your earlobe, teeth sinking in your flesh to tug at it. You moan and push back onto him. Sam knows exactly which buttons he must push to get what he wants. “I’m going to fill this cunt up again.”

You hiss his name when your body sizes up. You tremble in his arms and close your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. When he fucks you like this, from behind you can pretend it’s the real Sam, not the broken version of the hunter.

“You’re such a good slut for me, Y/N. I’ll never let you go,” his words a more threat than a promise. His hips begin to stutter. “Open that pussy for me, take my cum…”

You don’t know how you made it out of the church without getting caught. Sam’s cum ran down your thighs as he dragged you out of the place you stained with your sins.

Back at the motel, you try to make him talk to you. Sam sits across you, just staring at you.

“Sam, we still need to find the monster.” You sigh as he ignores you. “SAM! The monster.”

“It was a hoax,” he shrugs and drops his eyes to your legs. “I wanted to fuck you at a church in a confession booth.”

“There is no monster?” Your jaw drops. “You drove to the middle of nowhere, and forced me to wear a nun costume only for sex.”

“Roleplay, kitten. It’s essential to keep my dick hard.” He watches you squirm on the bed. “Be good and spread your legs. Let me see your tainted cunt.”

“Sam…can you just not be so crass all the time?” 

“I said,” he gets up from his seat to stand in front of your bed, “spread your legs and show me your well-fucked and cum stained cunt.”

“Fine,” you fall back onto the bed and spread your legs. “Satisfied.”

“Hmm…I don’t know,” he unbuckles his belt with one hand and shoves his pants down his legs. “I think you need more cum in your pussy…”

“Please tell me you got him out,” Dean looks at Death. 

“I got his soul, and we should hurry but,” Death looks Dean straight in the eyes, “I must warn you. This soul got ripped apart, and there is not much left of the brother you knew…

[5sospenguinqueen]

Dean: I thought you said you wouldn't tell a soul!

Y/N: That’s why I told Sam. He doesn't have a soul

Sam: It’s true

[give-bucky-his-boyfriend-back]

Cas, to Dean: When I rescued you from hell , your soul stood out against all the darkness. Pulling your soul from hell was the best thing I've ever done

Sam: What about when I went to hell? You didn't even bring my soul

Cas: I forgor💀

[girls-alias]

Soulless Smut - Sam Winchester

Title: Soulless smut - Sam Winchester

Words: 2,388

Relations: Soulless Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: SMUT! Slightly Dom Sam, Sub Reader. BJ

Requested: @angelofdarkness69

I sulked into the seat at the bar. I'm not usually the type to drink but today, right now I am! 

"Double vodka and coke, keep them coming until I can't say thank you anymore," I instructed handing over my card. He took my card and nodded. A chuckle passed his lips as he walked away. He came back with my card and first drink. I nodded in appreciation. "Thank you," I said clearly making him chuckle. There weren't many in the bar so the bartender stayed close to me. 

"Rough day?" He asked making me sigh as I took a large gulp. 

"Rough week," I commented between gulps making him push air through his teeth like he knew the feeling. 

A few drinks later, a few songs later, a few dart games later and a few pool games later, the bar was full and loaded. I was the only woman but everyone seemed happy about it. Everyone was cheering me on no matter what I did. They even cheered for me when I came out of the bathroom. I would be lying if I said that I didn't like the attention. I sat at the bar and the bartender laughed at me. 

"Can you still say thank you?" He asked making me laugh. 

"I can probably say in different languages at this point. Another please kind sir," I commented making him laugh at my drunken state. He nodded and went to make my drink. 

"So are you the only woman in this town?" A guy beside me asked. I looked at him and chuckled. He's very attractive and about a thousand times more handsome than anyone else in town. 

"The only one worth looking at," I joked making him chuckle but his expression was cold. Something about it made my spin shiver but I liked it. 

"I'd have to say I agree, you do tours?" He asked with a cheeky smirk. 

"Of me or the town?" I asked making him chuckle. I smirked at him. It wasn't long before we both closed our tabs and were walking to the motel he was staying at. 

SMUT!!!!:

He walked me to his motel room, I preferred it as my place is a little messy right now. He opened the room with his key, gesturing for me to go in first as he opened the door. I smiled gratefully as I stepped inside. I approached the closest bed, noticing the two. I turned around to face Sam as he approached me with a smirk. I smirked leaning up as he leaned down to connect our lips. We kissed hastily, hungrily. It's been a while for me so to say I'm eager is an understatement. God, he's so hot.

His large hands gripped my waist, I attached my hands to the back of his hair, pulling him closer to me before I started walking backwards. He smirked as he slowly guided me to lie down on the bed, hovering over me as he followed. I bit his bottom lip as he groaned, clearly a fan of it. I smiled knowing this could be fun.

My hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, hastily pulling it up. He broke away from the kiss to take it off completely and rushed to reconnect our lips. I moaned softly as his hips pressed into me. He smirked as he grabbed the buttons of my shirt, sloppily trying to undo them quickly. I need it off now. I grabbed the front of my shirt harshly pulling it open. The shirt opened, a few buttons fell off, and the bouncing sounds faded further away from the bed. I chuckled softly as he smiled against my lips. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, keeping my lips on his as he sat up a little. He pried the shirt off my body. He stayed sat up as he moved to my bra.

"I'm taking this off," He commented, his lips not leaving mine. I hummed to show my approval quickly, although I'm pretty sure he wasn't asking for it. He smirked against my lips as I smiled. His tongue entered my mouth, softly fighting mine for dominance. He was easily winning. He unclasped my bra, pulling it off my arms before it was thrown across the room. He lowered me back down, lying me down as he pushed his hips into me. I moaned, my mouth falling open as he pushed his tongue into my mouth to silence me.

I worked on the button and zip on his jeans, prying them open easily and moaning as he bit my bottom lip and pulled back. He got up from the bed, admiring me as he licked his lips. I smirked seeing his built physic. God! He looked at me hungrily as he pulled his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. His erect penis, pressing on his boxers made my mouth water. Thank God he's not tiny, it would be so disappointing. He studied me closely as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the bed with ease. He reached down, grabbing the front of the waistline on my denim shorts, he lifted my whole body with ease. One vein-popping, extremely-muscular hand. I squealed slightly as he lowered me onto the bed, he undid the button with his one hand and began pulling my shorts down. I smirked as I gave him full access to pull them down so he was able to remove them so I was only lying in my thong. I bit my lip as he crawled up to me, his dick pressing on his boxers soon pressed against my thong making me moan, the contact sending excited shivers up my spine.

I rushed to kiss him, passionate and sloppy. He smirked against my lips. His hands found my body, his hand large enough to cup my left breast as his hips pressed into me. His dick pressed between us as I craved we were naked. I anchored my foot onto the bed and started rolling us. He happily complied, lying down and allowing me to straddle him as I kissed him. I grinded my hips into him earning a moan. I smirked as I sat up, my fingers trailing down his chest, he watched intently. Licking his lips as I ventured further down his body. I lifted to snake my fingers into his boxers. His head fell limp as I reached inside, my hand clasping around his hard dick. He moaned at the contact, biting his bottom lip to silence himself. I pumped him a few times before I moved to pull his boxers off, and he happily moved out of them. I took the time to gather spit in my mouth, something he seemed to make water with ease.

I leaned down, taking his dick in my mouth. He groaned happily at my actions. I bobbed my head, taking him in my throat easily as I already craved all of him. I smiled before I could stop myself. His moans fill my ears, singing to me like birds. I continued my pace and rhythm as his groans were a confirmation of his enjoyment. His hand soon found my hair. Bunching it in his hand, I gave him the full ability to face fuck me, something I wasn't confident in but would try for this godly man, he instead guided me to continue with my rhythm. My insides fluttered knowing I was already doing what he wanted.

He seemed to be enjoying the blow job until he sighed and happily pulled my hair to have me look at him. My insides quivered at his roughness. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, the lust shining in my eyes. "Ride me," He instructed. I obliged quickly and was more than happy to. I crawled up to him, my logical brain not kicking in to tell me I was still wearing my thong. Sam didn't see this as an issue as he grabbed it with both hands, ripping the fabric and throwing it aside. My breath fluttered as I had never been so manhandled but I also was not hurt or afraid. If anything it made me more excited, feral almost. He grabbed my hips, lifting me, guiding his cock to my entrance. I bit my lip, anticipation making me internally quiver. He lowered me down onto his cock. I moaned, eyes rolling back as he pushed deep inside me. Gliding in with ease I was wetter than I'd ever been before.

He gripped my hips tightly, lifting again to move me exactly how he wanted me to. I moaned, his cock rhythmically pounding into me. The thing that turned me on the most was that Sam was using me like a sex doll. I didn't know it was a kink until watching his face scrench and relax as he lowered and lifted my hips. I placed a steadying hand on his sculpted chest. Moaning as he rose his hips to meet mine, the tip of his cock hitting my G-spot. I watched as he smirked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, his smirk only making my walls clench around him. He held my hips high. His elbows dug into the bed as he kept me still. My eyebrows barely had time to furrow before his hips bucked to push deep inside me. I practically screamed, the pleasure erupting from me as he continued to use me. To fuck me deep and thorough.

"You're taking my cock so good," He praised his voice practically a purr as he whispered in my ear. I moaned, biting my lip to try to silence myself so I could hear him. "You like taking my cock?" He teased. I hummed a yes, quickly in response. My moans cascaded between us as he smirked. "Now lie down and take it good," He hissed, bitterness in his tone. He practically pushed me aside as he got up. I hurried to lie down, smirking and giddy. He smirked as he noticed my excitement. He lowered himself between my legs, soon lifting my right leg to rest on his shoulder. I gasped, a feral feeling washing over me as he pushed my hips into a new position and angle. He pushed into me, his cock delving deep inside me. Angles and pressure I've not experienced before. I put a hand over my mouth, a feeble attempt to muffle my moans. My eyes closed as they rolled to the back of my head. He chuckled dryly. Grabbing my wrist and moving my hand away from my mouth. Knowing he wanted to hear my moans and didn't care about volume control, I smirked. He smirked at me, holding my wrist as he brought my hand above my head, pressing my wrist into the mattress. I raised my other arm, allowing his large hand to push that wrist into the bed. Completely bound by him.

I bit my lip, his cock pounding into me, feral moans escaping my lips as his rhythm weakened me. I moaned loudly, my voice growing slightly hoarse as my orgasm grew closer. "Fuck, you're such a good girl," I practically screamed as he pushed deep inside me.

My orgasm tightened in my abdomen. He pushed my wrists deeper into the bed, pounding his hips into me with force and precision. His free hand found my throat, squeezing the side to restrict blood flow but I was able to breathe. My moans rolled through my chest. My orgasm panged, but my scream never made it past his hand as my orgasm peaked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my walls clenched around him. He grunted, his pace growing sloppy. "Fuck, I'm going to cum so deep inside you," He groaned, riding out my orgasm until his cum spurted deep inside me. His hand tightened on my neck, air escaping me as he came so hard he fully choked me. It only set my orgasm to last longer. My head grew cloudy as he pushed deep inside me a final time.

He growled as he caught his breath, removing his hand from my neck and holding his weight up with his hands. I gasped for air as he rolled off of me and lay beside me. I lay, starstruck, assessing the sex and it was all amazing, the best I've had and probably the best I'll ever have. We fell asleep naked but I woke up alone.

I sat up to look around and moved my hair a little as I remembered all last night, I couldn't help but giggle. I looked over to the door as it opened and there he was. He smiled at me brightly. 

"Morning, I thought I'd get some things for breakfast. I really fucked it out of you last night," he explained as he set a bag down on the bottom of the bed as the sheets covered me. 

"Sounds great," I added as I sat forward, he smirked. He pulled some things from the bag and placed them on the bed. He had strawberries, sandwiches and chips. I smiled excitedly as I looked at the strawberries, he must have noticed because he opened them and held them out to me. I smiled brightly and took one, I noticed him watching my mouth as I ate it so I purposely bit into it slowly. He looked dazed making me chuckle. He chuckled before moving the bag and taking a seat. We sat eating the strawberries while he recounted his favourite parts of last night.

The strawberries were so sweet it really helped. I couldn't help but giggle but the way I was slowly eating them seemed to taint him. He grinned before moving the sheet aside and kissing me. I had flashes of last night as we kissed and it only made me want him more. 

The opening of the motel door made us stop instantly and look over, I quickly pulled the sheet over me again. A guy walked in and looked dazed. 

"Sorry, I'll-" he quickly turned away before clearing his throat and leaving. Sam didn't seem to react before going back to kissing. 

Last night couldn't have gone any better.

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sam | 6.03

[acecroft]

Sam Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 6.11

[scoobydoodean]

The way Sam REPEATEDLY fucks Dean over using the traumatic experience Dean confided in him about hissing bitting clawing

[nobodymitskigabriel]

Soulless Sam // Alphys's True Lab

[lol-jackles]

hey! so, I want your opinion on soulless!sam, because I think jared did a great job playing this other version of sam

Soulless!Sam was a great character. I loved that in the beginning of season 6, he wasn't just acting as a SoullessSam, he was acting as SoullessSam faking being the real Sam for Dean, and there were many times where he almost but not quite convincing pull it off.   Speaking as someone with a theater background, I was impressed with how Jared pulled it off as I wouldn't know how to approach that role. Often actors play the fake character fully as if they are the real character until the ta!da reveal.

First, what is a soul? In the SPN-verse, the soul is the person’s self.   We’ve seen the souls of Dean, Sam, and Bobby in Heaven and Hell and they appear to be no different from themselves on Earth. What makes up the self is the conscious, subconscious, and emotion, which I like to call the trinity.

When we see soulless people on the show, they give into their worse impulses because there were no trinity to hold them in check. Some feel free once unshackled of their soul, some shackle themselves to prevent hurting others, some make the cold calculation for the "greater good", and others rely on people they admire for guidance. When Sam, Donatello, and Jack lost their souls, they cycle through those four reactions.

SoullessSam felt he became a better hunter when unshackled by a soul, but he also let Dean get turned into a vampire and killed Robin to take way the monster's leverage. Skill and rationality does not necessarily make for a great hunter. It has to be a balance between knowledge and the heart in order to make the best possible decision under the circumstances. Sam is all about the heart and always listening because he wants to help. SoullessSam has no heart and only listens to figure out how to mathematically come to the best scenario, though without taking in the value of an individual life.

SoullessSam's worst impulse was to tell the truth without softening the blow because he no longer feels the love (or guilt or shame) towards Dean or others. But without emotion, Soulless Sam can't make decisions for himself because all arguments are equal; emotions are the tie breakers. Dean recognizes this when he saw how blindly SoullessSam followed their grandfather's order.  Then Sam left their grandfather to follow Dean even when he knew that Dean's endgoal for him was not in his best interest.

I was sympathetic for SoullessSam because he lived and experienced life, he's a fully sentient being and none of us could really blame him for trying to protect himself from being resouled, as he knew it would mean his death. In the end, Soulless Sam wasn’t evil, he just didn’t care.

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Though SoullessSam said he did not love Dean, he still fell right back to the codependency pattern due to a lifetime of being brothers. It was basic Sam actually guiding Soulless Sam, not Dean. Sam has always taken responsibility for his actions (as those of others). Soulless Sam had access to all of Sam's memories, including his "it doesn't matter what you are, it only matters what you do" creed. It would have made sense for SoullessSam to adopt the creed that seems to be the heart of Sam's motivation and used it as his guide. And it can be reasonably argued that Soulless Sam is proof of Sam's inherently goodness. With Sam's memories and skills, SoullessSam could have done whatever he wanted and leave a trail of destructions. Instead he returned to the family business of hunting things and saving lives, despite the flawed execution of it.  

[horrorshow]

Sam, what are you feeling now?

Soulless Sam | 6.07 Family Matters

[franklespine]

You know, something that's interesting about soulless sam is about how his position makes him completely vulnerable to manipulation. Like Dean mentions it when he points out how shady Samuel was being about what he does with the monsters they capture, and Sam just blinks at him. Sam's been working with this guy for a year and just blindly accepted that this is just how things work. Sam's not only without empathy here but he completely lacks any instinct or intuition for the people that he deems as trustworthy (IE being family, as soulless sam is very incessant with calling Samuel and the Campbells). Even when he goes rouge from Dean and the plot to get his soul back and summons Balthazar, who tells him hey yeah I can do this little spell for you but you have to commit patricide!! At no point does Sam even consider that this guy could just be lying. Like I do NOT want to think about what would happen if this whole soulless arc happened when Ruby was manipulating him because it would have made her job a hell of a lot easier, as soulless Sam, despite obviously thinking of himself as being 100% logical and free from cumbersome emotions is essentially the perfect mindless soldier who will do whatever is necessary without hesitation at this point.