Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Sam, Dean and John Winchester all belong to Eric Kripke and co. The title of the story is from the song of the same title and the song belongs to Kim Richey.
Sam looked around the room with a heavy heart, and sighed quietly to himself before he finally picked up his bag and turned to follow out his Dad and Dean out of the front door and into the backseat of the Impala. He stared out of the window taking one last look at what had been his home for the last month. It hurt. He always knew that they wouldn't stay long, but that didn't make it any easier to leave.
Sam had made friends, he'd gone to school there. And once again they were leaving, to do the same thing elsewhere, where they would have to once again start over. He'd be enrolled in a new school, meet more kids his age, and be expected to make friends when it was almost guaranteed that he would only be around for a week or so. He was lucky to have been able to stay there for a month. That was unusual.
He knew they had to do it, that the only reason they did it was to help people. And in a way he understood that it had to be done. But secretly he wished that someone else could do it, so that they could stay in one town for more than just a few weeks. He wished someone else would kill the demon that killed their mother. He didn't even remember her.
Dean didn't share his view. Dean followed Dad's orders like it was the word of God. He never questioned him, and it seemed like Dean enjoyed hunting and being like their Dad. But Sam wasn't like Dean, or their Dad. He enjoyed studying, reading, playing sports that had nothing to do with demon hunting. Sam wanted to have friends. Not just the type of friends which you only see in school, but lifelong friends. He wanted friends that you could share everything with, and tell each other everything. He wanted to settle down in one town with friendly neighbors, and spend his life there. Get married, start a family, and grow old together and dying naturally in his sleep. Not fighting to the death every night against the supernatural. If they made one mistake, it was over, and they would be dead. That was no life. He hated it, and Sam resented his father for taking away his chance at a normal life, for forcing them to live this life.
But until Sam was old enough to leave home, he knew he had no choice. He would still follow his Dad and older brother around, chasing demons. Humoring his Dad's obsession with finding his Mom's killer.
They were on the trail of yet another supernatural creature, checking out another unexplainable death. Dad thought it was a black dog. And once again it would be up to them to save the day. Once again it was them who had to sacrifice everything for the world. It wasn't fair. And Sam wondered, as he stared out the window watching as the familiar faded away, would it ever be over? Would he ever be normal? Will he ever have a home?