I should be doing homework because I have a test tomorrow, lol, but SN is so much more fun! Plus I've always wanted them to elaborate on John and Sam's fight. I probably won't get any reviews for this cause it's like my hundreth SN story but oh well...I still want to write it lol.

Prologue
"I can't believe how obssessed you are with finding this thing!" Sam had shouted. He and John were now in a full blown fight. Dean had watched from the sidelines as it continued to escelate and escalate. John and Sam always fought, it was sort of their thing, but it was never this bad before. It started as soon as Sam said he got a full scholarship to Standford and John said he couldn't go.

"Even if you find it, mom's dead, dad! You couldn't save her and sooner or late you're going to have to deal with that!"

A hand struck Sam's face. Dean stared in shock at his father who had hit his brother in front of him. John lowered his hand. Sam just stood there as the sting grew. Sam's breathing grew heavier.

He grabbed the duffle bags and the touched the doorknob.

"You leave, don't expect to be welcomed back," John said in a low and threatening voice.

"Come on Sammy," Dean pleaded softly. He had to speak up, This was getting far too serious for his liking. "Don't do something stupid."

Sam sighed.

"I can't...I can't turn down a scholarship Dean..." He looked at his father sadly in his eyes. "I'm not you," he added. "Nor do I ever want to be."

"You made that clear," John said, trying to steady his shaking voice. With those harsh words exchanged, Sam walked out of the motel.

Sam stood there for a few moments as he heard the door slam shut and click behind him. He closed his eyes and a tear ran down his cheek as he heard his father locking the door behind him. He shivered. It was colder than he thought. But he gritted his teeth and took his bag and walked down the dark and empty street by himself. He could feel Dean's eyes watching him from the window.

"I'm sorry, Dean," he mumbled. "But I have to do this."

Dean watched his brother diappear into the darkness.

"Aren't you being a little harsh with him?" He asked, trying to control the tremor in his voice.

John sighed as he loaded the weapons.

"Sam made his choice, Dean. He choose school over his family."

"But why couldn't he go to school?"

John stared at him.

"You know why. We always need back ups on our hunts. We need him here and he turned his back on his family. That's all there is too it. Now, I don't want to hear his name spoken anywhere near me now, you got that?"

Dean slowly nodded.

"I'm going to bed," he said stiffly, trying to control his rage. He went into the room that he used to share with Sam. It seemed so empty now. Blinking back tears, he was not a crier, he laid down and turned his back on the bed that once belonged to his brother.

Sam continued to walk down the road. It was a few miles before the large bus station. There he would have to spend the night, but it was going to take him forever to walk there. He frowned. It would be a lot easier to get there if he hitchhiked. He used the single for hitchiking. A lot sooner than he expected someone pulled over.

"You need a ride, kid?" An older man asked. Sam smiled as he lookd down at the window.

"Yeah, to the bus station a few miles from here."

"Well, hop in!"

Gratefully Sam obeyed.

"Look, I really appreciated it, Mr..."Sam's voice trailed off. "I'm sorry, I don't now you're name. I'm Sam." He held out his hand. The man grinned. Sam liked the vibe he was getting from this person.

"Name's Jack Higgins," he said and shook Sam's hand.

"Really, again thanks. I'm sorry if this is any trouble," Sam told him and when he turned his back to get the seatbelt on the man's eyes flashed yellow.

"It's no trouble at all," Jack whispered slowly. "Sam...."

TBC

If anyone wants me too lol.