Sam showers. He brushes his teeth. He carries on. The bunker’s full of people now, and ignoring his personal hygiene would be rude. They’re all damaged, after all. He’s no more damaged than any of them. He doesn’t have any special right to wallow in his own despair. He owes it to them to keep going, to set an example. To eat and sleep (or lie sleepless in bed but at least he sets a good example, at least it looks like self-care) and shower and change his clothes and keep going. Keep living.
By accepting Sam’s declaration that there would be no new King of Hell and by not challenging it, the demons acknowledged his authority. Sam may not be the king of Hell in name, but the hand-selected followers of the most recent contender to the throne literally would not dare to face him and fight for it.
“i have to think about the good, sam, because if i don’t, i will drown in the bad.”
— mary winchester, mirroring her son from over ten years later in 2.13 (there’s so much evil out there in the world, dean, i feel like i could drown in it)
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