First things first: I am sorry. This is horrible and sad and made me cry. So yeah, I'm sorry. Buuuttt, in my not-so-professional opinion, I love it. This fic is my baby. It's long, about ten chapters. So be prepared, I'm updating weekly. Or maybe sooner, it depends on the reviews and feedback ;)
It all started with a huff. Quite a few huffs, actually. All given life by one Samuel Winchester. Sam Winchester, who was very tired of the inside of the motel of the week. The cracked paint and water stained ceiling had quickly lost whatever charm they had had to begin with. The overwhelming color of blue was just that; overwhelming.
"I never really liked blue," Sam mused quietly to himself. Green was much more in his direction. It was something John had instilled in him: blue meant a wide open sky, meant you were vulnerable.
It bothered Sam on a deep level that something as simple and personal as a color had been effected by his father's tyrannical presence in his life. It seemed that every time he attempted to distance himself from this life, he was just getting closer to the realization that there was no escape. That was just something Sam was not willing to accept. He would get away to a place where he could choose his own color preferences, and he would drag his brother with him kicking and screaming if that was what's necessary.
He glanced over at his big brother, asleep on the bed closest to the door. How could he possibly sleep? Sleeping was all they had been doing for the past two weeks, Sam never wanted to sleep again. Despite this protest, he felt his eyes pulling themselves closed, the dull atmosphere lulling him into a state of laziness. He shook his head, attempting to dispel the sleepiness.
Sam's eyes twitched to the door with longing. The dirty windows only alluded to the bright summer day he knew was blooming outside. He could practically feel the sun on his skin and smell the rich smell of the forest behind the motel just thinking about it. He leaves were all green, he knew. It was just the beginning of summer, and there was not a red leaf in sight. Sam ached desperately to get out of the motel room he had been trapped in for the past two weeks. But he and Dean had received strict instructions to stay inside, to not even think about opening the door. Whatever they were hunting was close, too close. And every night their father returned "home" without blood on his hands everyone got a bit tenser, as though waiting for an invisible string to snap. And snap it would, but Sam did not know this yet.
Surely though, a brief walk couldn't do that much harm, could it? Sam was starting to doubt the existence of this particular monster. There had been no bodies leading them here, nor nasty supernatural omens. But every time Sam asked about it, his father and brother shared a dark look and shook their heads, mumbling about how they had heard rumors from other hunters. Really, Sam knew nothing about what was happening here, and every moment that nothing happened was another moment his fear abated.
"What's the worst that can happen?" he asked himself, knowing that his father's answer would be certain death.
He stood slowly, careful not to wake his brother. They had already had this conversation, and Dean seemed determined to keep him locked up in that room forever. His hands shook only minutely when he wrote a note, hoping to soften the blow if Dean did wake up while he was gone.
Dean,
Gone for a walk, be back soon. It's all right, I'm fine. I love you,
Sam
His shoes gathered in his hands, he tiptoed to the door. A moment of terrible foreboding passed over him as he laid his hand on the door knob, but he shook it off. He was not staying in that room for another moment. He turned the knob and walked out, leaving his life behind him in that room, and oblivious to the fact that it would be years before he returned.
So here's what happened: I had the idea for this fic. I was excited. I promptly remembered my nasty habit of not finishing things for a year and didn't want to go through that again. So I've already written this entire fic, I just haven't typed it up yet. So, I will be updating weekly! Yea!
