It's my life
It's now or neverI ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
By: Jon Bon Jovi
Hey! One Shot. Please R&R. Sam's POV this time! btw the song above this, inspired me to write this!
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Remembering back on the old days, or older than now, I saw that going to college was the best thing that I've done. I met a lot of new people that I didn't have to save from the thing in their closet or the Boogy Man. I met Jess there, and I spent 4 good years doing what I loved. I was studying to become a lawyer, and would soon get a great job if I hadn't gone on this god-forsaken trip with my brother.
Though, Dean needed me, and he thought that Dad did too. But I realize this was a good thing to do. "Saving people, hunting things, the family business" as Dean has said to me many a time. He was always the loyal one to Dad, never disobeying him, like a good soldier. On the other hand, Dean liked what we did. He liked kicking spirits asses. Driving in his baby around the country. Meeting very interesting people, with interesting pasts and secrets. Nothing surprised him, not even when Dad said to stop looking for him. He just followed the orders. I on the other hand, thought that it was a good idea to keep searching for him, for the thing that killed mom, and Jessica.
Why is our family so messed up? Why can't we just live a safe, apple pie life? Maybe it was destiny. Destiny: The inevitable or necessary fate to which a particular person or thing is destined; one's lot. Destiny said that our life was meant to be full of adventure, betrayal, mystery and heartbreak. Destiny said 'The Winchester's shall face the wrath of evil every waking day and night. Never finding true rest, until the world is safe, and revenge has been made. They will walk this world together and apart, until they find what they are looking for. Then, they may be united and free.'
Damn destiny, why does it have to be so cruel? Why can't it just let us be a normal family, with a loving father, and a mother that is still alive? Remembering back again, farther this time, I remember Dean raising me like the father that still cared. Its not really a matter that Dad didn't love us, its more a matter that he was too busy doing other things to care that much. He found comfort in killing the unknown, whether it's poltergeists, Women in White, wendigos, or the sort. Then again, Destiny allowed me to go to school, have an education, and have a life for a while. Dean says that Destiny is why Mom died, and why Dad left us, but neither of that I have come to believe. It took him a while, but that's what he's been telling himself, one day hoping that it might come true.
After writing this down on a piece of paper, I feel that now people will only pity the life that Dean and I share, but what if this is supposed to happen to us? Dean is fine with this life, so maybe I should too. Don't pity us; pity those who live in third world countries without homes and food. We may not have a place to call home, but we do have a roof over our heads, and food in our stomachs. The life that has been chosen for us may not have been taken off of a silver platter, but it is worth it. We save people in need, and the bond between brothers grows ever more each day. Now I wake up and think to myself: I'm glad that Dean is my brother, I don't know what I would do without him. This is the life of Dean and Samuel Winchester. Fighters. Hunters. Friends. Brothers.