Disclaimers: Nothing from Eric Kripke's show Supernatural belongs to me. This is simply a result of too much time on one's hands.

Reply if you can spare the time. I'm pretty new at this and if you have some constructive criticisms, then please feel free to share. Just try not to bitch at me for the crappy quality of my writing or my imagination (or if you do, try to say it nicely :).

All he ever wanted was a family, to finish school, settle down, get married and have kids. He was a simple man with simple needs. A gentle soul playing the reluctant hero.

He hated being the sensitive one, the younger one. The one whose ass needed saving on a daily basis. Hated that he wasn't like his brother and never good enough for his father.

The demon took his mom already, over his crib. He wouldn't give it a reason to come back for the rest of his family. That way he could kill two birds with one stone-he could take a chance to make something of his life in a world outside of the shadows and distract the Demon away from his family.

Then, maybe someday he could see them again and they'd be whole again…

"Dean…" Sam trailed off, making the name sound like a soft-spoken plea.

"You want to leave? Then go tell Dad yourself! I'm sick and tired of you trying to put me in the middle! You want Dad to tear you a new one? Go ahead!" he paused, smirking viciously. "Go ahead and tell him that his little Golden Boy is going to up and leave the life he brought you into to go to some freakin' college!"

"Some freaking college?! It's Stanford!" They were both standing now, fists clenching at their sides.

"Fucking Christ Sam!" he paused, laughing humorlessly. "I never had you pegged as the kind of guy who'd pick some college-oh, so sorry Your Majesty, STANFORD-over his own family."

"I've always put you first Dean. Nothing could ever compete with you and Dad. You've always been there and I'll always love you."

"Oh yeah? Well you sure got a funny way of showing it!" Dean practically snarled.

"I've always loved you and Dad for who you are. I never liked the fact that you grew to enjoy hunting and chose to have this lifestyle." Dean snorted. "But I always stuck by you and your decisions-even when they were wrong." He paused to collect himself, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. "So why can't you find it in your heart to do the same?"

"Because you're freaking abandoning us Sammy! You're trading us in for a newer model of the apple-pie life you always wished for! Normal is something you'd never fit into. You know why? Because you're a freak! You're one of us and always will be." Realizing he was a hairbreadth away from punching his lights out, he abruptly let go of Sam's shirt.

"Of all people I thought you would be proud of me…" Dean had to look away from the hazel eyes shining with betrayal and pain. "I guess I was wrong." The voice was soft, but a mask slipped over Sam's normally expressive face and his posture radiated a harsh cold which not even his big brother could penetrate.

With that said, he turned around and walked downstairs to face his father. And all he could think of was If Dean reacted like this, I can only imagine what Dad's going to be like… Maybe I should have worn my cup…