Hey guys! This is a pre-series story, which happens on the night Sam wants to leave for Stanford.
I chose this title because of two reasons: 1. because Dean loves Metallica and I thought that this song's title was perfect and 2. because Sam learns what really matters in life.
Hope you'll like it and I'm waiting for your reviews!
Chapter 1
Sam rushed into their cheap motel room and took his duffle bag, starting to pack. He was glad that his dad or Dean weren't home from the hunt so he could finally apply his plan. He packed everything that he needed, including his laptop, some clothes, the toothbrush and he took the only photo he had with Dad and Dean.
Two weeks ago, he applied to the Law school at Stanford and he was so happy when he got accepted. Since then, he tried to tell Dean or John about his success, but he didn't have the courage. He always chickened out. Sam knew that if Dad found out, he would get very angry and probably never let him leave. And Dean would be disappointed. Dean loved hunting so much and he was good at it, he was born to hunt, but Sam didn't like that life. He craved for a normal one, he wanted to go to college, become a lawyer, and have a wife and kids. The whole hunting crap wasn't for him.
He decided that the best way to leave was to go without saying anything and leave a note. Maybe he was a coward, but he couldn't stand to see the expression of pure disappointment on Dad's face. Sam also knew that if he stood in front of Dean, he'd never leave. He hated the idea of leaving Dean behind, but his brother would never go with him.
Sam took a piece of paper and started writing quickly a goodbye message and left it on the night stand near Dean's bed. He sighed and took his bag, heading towards the door. If he waited too much, he wouldn't leave. When Sam's hand reached for the door handle, the door opened with a bang and he took a step back. Sam wanted to swear but was surprised by a bloody and panting John.
"What the…?" Sam said. His father stood in front of him, covered in blood and with a panicked expression on his face. He had never seen his dad like this. He seemed… scared.
"Where's your brother, Sam?" John's voice was rough.
John didn't even observe Sam's bag. But Sam was in alert now.
"I thought he was with you on that hunt," Sam said, worried.
"I thought he was with you," John responded. "Oh my God. No, no, no."
John was panicking. He was so tired after a two days hunt and now he couldn't find his oldest son. He remembered Dean calling him from the diner where they ate and telling him that he's going to get help from Sam. But Sammy was in their room and Dean was nowhere near.
"Dad, what were you hunting?" Sam was ashamed that he didn't even bother to ask them details about the hunt. In the last month, Sam didn't give a damn about hunting. He stopped going on hunts with his brother and dad and he developed a habit of not carrying what they were after or where. He didn't think about the consequences; he was used to Dean and dad being invincible so he didn't have to worry.
"We were in the woods near Millinocket, hunting a werewolf but things got complicated. We found out that in those woods a wendigo and a shapeshifter. But that shapeshifter was kind of odd 'cause he could transform in any creature he wanted. After the first night, we went to a diner in town to eat and I left early to go to the library. Then I received a call from Dean telling me that he was coming to get you 'cause you could help."
"And the one talking was probably the shapeshifter," Sam concluded, dropping his duffle bag. He should've gone with them. Watching his dad, another question formed on the hunter's lips, "What's with the blood? You aren't hurt so it's not yours."
"It's Dean's." It was the answer Sam was afraid he would get. He looked closely at John and observed that there wasn't a big amount of blood on him. Only on his white shirt and on his side of his face. Maybe Dean got hurt and dad carried him.
"He got hurt?"
"Yeah, the wendigo bit his shoulder the first day, but it wasn't that bad."
Anger started rising inside Sam. "You couldn't protect him from the wendigo, dad?! Jesus, why didn't you help him? Don't tell me you thought he could handle it!"
"Sam, we didn't even know about the wendigo's existence! And now is really not the time for another fight! Your brother is out there somewhere with a shapeshifter and a werewolf!"
"Yeah, because of you! You're too obsessed with hunting! You couldn't even wait for Dean to finish his breakfast 'cause to go to do that damn research!"
John let himself drop on Dean's bed. He was extremely tired and Sam shouting at him didn't help at all. He wanted to find Dean, but he also wanted to sleep. His eyes fell on a piece of paper on the night stand. He took it and read it.
Dad, Dean,
I'm sorry I had to leave like this but I couldn't face you and tell you in person. I applied to Stanford's law school a few weeks ago and I got in! I know that you won't be glad with my choice, but this life is not for me – it's for you two.
Take care,
Sammy.
It was John's time to be angry. "What the fuck?!" he shouted and threw the paper on the floor. He was now facing his youngest and he couldn't believe what he had just read. He was going to bail on them. Sam was going to leave them.
"It's not the time now," Sam responded calmly, even though he was scared on the inside. He knew that was the reaction John would've had if he told him in person about Stanford.
"Yeah, you're gonna bail on us later, right?"
"Maybe you should ask yourself why I wanted to leave! And now, knowing that you put Dean's life in danger once again, I think I might take him with me!"
"Like he'll go with you!" John new they were childish, but he was tired and pissed off.
"It's better off than being used by your own father like a soldier!"
John couldn't argue with that. He had always thought of his boys like his little soldiers. That was a fact. And he never thought that it was hard for them. John sighed and looked at his youngest.
"We'll talk later about this. Now we must find Dean."
John was shocked when Sam nodded. But he knew that Dean was like a mother, a father and a brother to Sam. He had raised Sam on his own since he was four and he knew that his youngest loved Dean a lot more than he let them know. Sam took a map of the area and marked the woods where John said they were.
"Let's do this," Sam said and started looking for a cave or something in which the creatures could keep his brother. He hoped that Dean was alright because he didn't know what he'd do without his older brother. Sam regretted so much that he wanted to go to Stanford and leave Dean behind. It was a huge mistake and one he would make sure he wouldn't do ever again.
Please, be okay. Please, please, please, he thought.
What do ya think? It's worth continuing? I'm waiting for you opinions! :)
