Abomination

He had always thought he deserved a better life. Hunting was for people who were running from their pastDad or had no futureDean. It certainly wasn't for those who wanted to play soccer or join the debate teamHim. It was a life for losers.

So he started running. First it was to the homes of friendsAnyone who could give him a taste of what he was missingNormal. And while it was sweet, it wasn't enough. He wanted moreFarther. In Flagstaff he gloried in the authority he had over both himself and another lifeBones, but it was tainted by the conditions in which he had to liveToo much like home. He thought if he could run far enough away, get the stink of motel off himself, he could hide from what he wasBrotherSonHunter. So he worked and he planned and he ran to where land met oceanCalifornia and started school with a false face. He stuck his nose in a book and his foot in the door of a better lifeJessica's.

He was in control of his futureNormal and free of monstersSafe and nothingDeanDad was ever going to interfere with the life he chose to liveNotHunting.

He never imagined that heSamWinchester was the nightmare in his own dream, destroying with his mere presence.