Summary: Sam runs away to be put into a foster home…well, not just any foster home, a very dramatic, angsty foster home. The Adams-Foster home…

I guess I have to put in a disclaimer so here goes: I do not own the Fosters or Supernatural but don't rub it in, ok? I'm working on it...

Hey everyone! I know this is a super random crossover combination and the timelines don't exactly fit but…it's FanFiction soifyou could just overlook that tiny detail that would be awesome! I also know that this is totally not realistic, but again, it's FanFiction and I did what I could to make a story. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it! Feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

All Sam could see was red. All he could hear were his father's words echoing over and over in his head. All he could remember was turning and slamming the door, Dean's protests behind him. They weren't looking for him because they expected him to comeback.
/They always expected him to come running back. But not this time. He was done. He was out. No more hunting, no more fights with dad. It was the last straw.

He continued to stumble through the outskirts of San Diego. They had come there on an easy salt and burn case. It's not like they even needed Sam in the 'family business.' They could handle themselves without him. Soon, he began to wander into a tired
/daze. He was floating in and out of his storm of thoughts, too exhausted to care where he was going. He'd done this before. Run away. This wasn't new.

Even though he never remembered being this tired before

…

Or this hungry

…

And the sandy beach right next to him looked so comfortable…

"Hey! What are you doing here?" Sam awoke with a start. Crap. How could he have fallen asleep? He looked up from where he was on the sand. There was a tall, dark man looming over him with a confused expression that immediately turned to concern as he
/got a good look at Sam's face. Sam wasn't sure what to do. "Are you okay? Why don't you come with me, I can get you some help, okay?" The man had a British accent and was looking at Sam as if he were a scared puppy that would run at any second. Not
/knowing what else to do, he stood up and opted to follow the man into the building behind him.

He didn't realize this the night before, but there was a large building near to the beach. And it was a school. Shit, he was in really deep shit. Especially with the…oh, crap…the bruises on his face that he got from the hunt before. Apparently, the ghost
/didn't want its bones burned. Shocker.

The man who found him led him toward the building and into the hallway, turning into the principal's office.

"Lena," the man spoke "thank God you're here. This young man was asleep on the beach outside of the school."

A tall, pretty woman looked at his bruised face, and sympathy immediately masked hers. "Hey," she said in a warm voice "could you tell me your name please?"

Sam didn't know what to do. He could tell her his name and answer her questions, which would send him back to his dad or worse, or he could just not reply at all. But one name really can't hurt, right? The woman seemed nice. Besides, it's not like his
/name could make his situation into any more of a disaster than it already was. "Sam," he mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Okay, Sam, I'm Lena, and this is my coworker, Timothy. Can you tell me what happened and why you were sleeping on the beach?" The woman, Lena, asked gently. Shit. No, he didn't exactly know how to explain that.

"Oh…I was…uh…walking, and I guess I suddenly got really tired and…um…fell asleep?" He felt his cheeks get hot with embarrassment. God, how much stupider could he be?

"Alright, could you please tell me where your parents are, and…um, where you got those bruises?"

"I don't really know where my dad is. He probably left California, and I accidently ran into a wall last night. I don't know, I was really tired," Oh, right,thatmuch stupider. Why couldn't he have Dean's charm and lying abilities?

"You ran into a wall? And what do you mean your dad left? Where is your mom?" At this, Sam's expression darkened with grief.

"Dead," it came out as barely a whisper.

He hated the sympathy that filled both Lena's and Timothy's eyes. He shouldn't be there. He should be at a normal school with his brother and a normal life. He should be in Kansas, with no idea of the things that go bump in the night. He shouldn't be
/facing two sympathetic teachers after running away from a father who never wanted him, and partially blamed him for his own mother's death. He hated it all. He just wanted to…well, he didn't really know what he wanted. It wasn't like he could change
/anything that had already happened. He only had this moment, and these sympathetic teachers who only wanted to help. So, what's the harm in accepting it?

It's not as if it would change anything that has already happened, and his future was already pretty much set in stone. Well, actually, what was he supposed to do for his future? Huh, guess his future wasn't as unchangeable as he thought. That's nice.

"My dad and I had a fight, and he and my brother probably left town. Without me. I bet they waited a night, then figured I'd never come back. And I knowtheyaren't going to come back either. Well, maybe Dean, but he would never disobey Dad. But,
/no, my dad didn't hit me. I really did run into a wall." So, he pretty much successfully avoided lying about anything. Except for the wall part. Unless some pile of rocks and a grave count as a wall. Thought not.

"I am so sorry honey. How old are you? And what is your last name?" Man, she never gave up.

"Right, 16. And Win-I mean Singer?" He cursed himself for not even remembering to use an alias until it was too late.

"Okay, what is really your last name? Don't worry, you're safe here, no one is going to hurt you," Damn, this woman was really starting to give him a headache. Or maybe that was just the vision that started to flash across his eyes. Or it could be the
/desk corner that had just hit his falling head. That could have also been the reason that Timothy's eyes had seemed to flash yellow and a look of glee crossed his face just before everything went black.

Once again thanks for reading! Sorry for any spelling errors! I hope you enjoyed! Please review!