Authors note: this one is iffy for me ...what do you think?...
Chapter 2
Sam looked down at the dirty 20 laying inches from his hand. He just stared at it that was his life Andy had taken it all from him Andy was the reason for all the pain Sam suffered, all the nightmares that plagued his dreams..The reason Sam hated this place. For a minute Sam let the overwhelming sadness take him down the very dark rabbit hole that he had refused for so long..Sam let the tears of shame and heartbreak slide down his cheeks, he clutched the butterfly at his chest tight...bringing to him the only thought that made any of it better again ... Dean...and that would never change.
The train was packed as Sam had expected it to be. And after tugging his unnaturally heavy bag through the throng of rush hour all Sam had wanted to do was find a quiet childless corner and be invisible the rest of the ride .
So of course Sam picked a middle car the attachment to the other car that was empty and as quiet as he was goanna get. Sam hoisted his bag onto the metal ledge then himself up next to it. Plugging an ear bud into his ear and jamming on black Dahlia Murder's; Paint it Black the hard screaming cashing away any stray thought of what had happened earlier that morning. That was how Sam liked it too loud to think and too uncomfortable to sleep there was no way this ride was going south this time.
Sam huddled as close as he could to the cold steel wall so that he could see out the window with little discomfort. Sighing he let himself get lost in the blur of scenery...
It all seemed so fast...He compared the blur of trees and houses to his life only a few days ago did he find out that there had been a new custody hearing. Only a few days ago did he learn he was escaping the horrible prison he would never call home ...only recently had he allowed himself the joy of happiness he didn't feel he deserved but embraced anyway, the happiness of home and a longing for it for so long. Any other day thinking like this would have just spelled out disaster for Sam but the thoughts in his head this time were good and made him feel happier than he had ever felt being in that dark cold loft...Dean, Sam clutched the amulet at his chest ...the one name hit him and he was happy. Sam smiled to himself...
"I said do you have your ticket sir!"
Sam sat upright like a stiff board gasping in a breath trying to still his racing heart...`damn`...Sam looked up to see a scruffy face of the ticket taker...
"I-I'm sorry"
Sam stammered all lose thought sent scampering into the back of his mind in fear . The conductor looked down his long nose with a glare. Sam thoroughly frazzled, started to rummage through the bag at his side. He took a spare glance to look up at the ticket taker, the man was tapping his foot and glancing at his watch...He was a perfect example of an impatient man. Fumbling with the zipper pocket he pulled up a few gum wrappers before producing a ticket, Sam let out a breath of relief. Handing the ticket to the conductor, Sam relaxed a little
"Im real sorry sir I didnt mean..."
"here!"
The cunductor stated gruffly cutting Sam off .Sam looked down at the ticket stub that was so rudley stuffed into his face.
"Thank you" Sam said as he grabed the half stub.
"ungrateful bastard"the conductor mumbled as he walked away .
It wasint meant to be heard but Sam had heard, Sam felt that pang of hurt like a knife wound. What did that guy know about him that he felt he had the right to judge him for.`they know Sammy, they will all know`...Sam hung his head stareing at the stub in his hand...suddenly filled with dread..`theyll know then they will hate you,how could he think that a brother who hadint seen him in years ,or even called,care could he have been so excited about meeting a family that was sure to have forgoten about staired down at the amulet that had kept reminding him of that damn promise. All Sam knew was that the excitement had turned to fear in an instant , how could he still hold a love for somone who really had never existed in his life...home...just didnt sound the same as a moment ago..and Dean,well frankly he didnt want to go there.
"Ogden dunes " crackeld over the loud speaker as the train came to a slow but sure now unable to calm his nerves was practicaly glued to the the exit door praying it wasint the same conductor to open the doors that took his luck, it was. Sam shuffled his feet adjusting his abnormaly heavy suitcase/backpack that was ...well seriously heavy.
The sun had just begun to go down over the tree tops...that was the first thing he saw...the second was a 96`mustang,bright red,with a plate on the front that read DW...the third was the man leaning on that mustangs hood . The man was looking at Sam almost sizing him up. "sup?" came a drawl that rang familiar . Sam grasped the strap on his bag tight ..."Dean?"...Excitment rose inside Sam like a balloon
The man`s brows drew together and he gave a chuckle.."Nope" Sams heart sank feeling a bit foolish..The man lent up off the red Mustang "But hat makes you Sam right?"
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AN: tell me what you think good or bad...more chapters to come, hopefully longer ones too.