Stark didn't mind the fact that he would have to pack up and leave again. He had become accustomed to moving on at a moment's notice, he had travelled constantly his whole life, since he was a baby. He was almost sure there wasn't some back-country small town in North America he hadn't visited.
He was Sam Winchester, the lengendary hunter. The man who had once made his living hunting monsters, big and small, with his big brother and father. The only time he had remained vigil in one place was when he was at Stanford, both times.
When he was twenty-two, he was dumb enough to believe he could escape his hunting past, become the average Joe and marry the girl he loved, have two-point five kids and become some hot-shot lawyer. Then his girlfriend, Jessica had died and sent him on a warpath to find the evil soul who had whisked his dream away.
That was the beginning of the nightmare. The story of the Yellow-eyed demon, the psychic abilities to the apocalypse and Castiel's self-destruction. Everything had stopped there, Dean had died, Bobby had died and there was no one left. Sam still had his soul and his life to live, so at twenty-nine he returned to Stanford and decided to embark on being a Doctor.
He realised despite all that had happened, he still wanted a normal life, free from hunting and still be able to help people. A Doctor seemed like a fitting choice, he was smart enough, had learned to do the perfect suture on himself, from all the hunting injuries and was cool under intense pressure. He had modeled his name after his beloved father figure and restarted his whole life.
Now it had led him to Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital, where the Doctors were just as crazy as he was it seemed. They were the opposite in personality of what a Doctor usually embodied. They were reckless and ruled with their hearts and not their heads. On the other hand they were passionate and instinctive and sharp. They reminded him of Dean, especially Karev and his brash attitude and raw actions and words,the way his brother had been, and the way he had been once.
Then there was April Kepner. The girl with the perky demeanor and bright smile, she had captured his attention as soon as he had met her. She reminded him of Jessica, her generous nature and compassion, and her looks. He had kept himself controlled and didn't try to ask her out, not at first anyway. He had reasoned that even though he had a normal life and new name, he was still known and wanted by monsters and hunters alike. And he knew there was a possibility that one day he would be discovered and those closest to him would be hurt or killed.
He didn't want to put her through that if it happened, but she had gotten to him, through his hardened shell. He had asked her out. He was hurt when she broke it off, but also relieved and that gave him a way to distance himself from her, protect her. Now he was leaving and he was quite upset, not outwardly though.
It was time to move on and do what he had always done, stay by himself. The life he lived now was as normal as it would ever get, and he had accepted that fact.
He looked up at the massive, grey-coloured hospital with it's glass windows. He would miss it. He felt the chill of Seattle winter hit him and decided now was time to get inside and so he made his way through the parking lot, through the hospital doors. It was time for work.