Summary: Sam Miller is an orphan. He's been switching from abusive foster homes, to another. He's bullied at school. He has night terrors. And worst of all, in his opinion, he's just discovered how his real parents died. Monsters. Yeah. Thats right. They're REAL. When a mysterious older boy, Dean Winchester, comes to town, how can he help Sam? What will they teach each other? Will Sam be able to escape his life of abuse for a life with a true family? ... Why am I asking you questions you can't answer? (This is NOT slash.) A/N: Okay, so this is my first attempt at a supernatural fic in a long while. And my very first time ever writing in first person. I don't have much confidence in my writing, but I hope you like it anyways!
True Family Chapter One: A Great Start
-Sam's P.O.V.- I slowly came to, blinking my eyes rapidly to clear my vision. As I sat up in my... well... its not a bed. Its just a heap of blankets on the floor... As I sat up in it, I winced in pain, the beating from last night making itself known. I ignored it, which was a little hard to do, and stood up, yawning and rubbing my eyes. I padded quietly into the bathroom, trying not to wake Tom. I silently closed the door, cringing internally as it made the usual inevitable squeaking. As soon as it was completely shut, I locked the door and checked myself in the mirror. My face was void of any bruises, save for the small purpling bruise on my jaw. Tom usually made sure to not leave any visible marks, but I had gotten smart with him last night and made a snarky comment. I guess he couldn't help himself. I sigh, lightly fingering the bruise with a sad look on my face. It just wasn't fair... I undressed in record time, throwing my hand-me-down and dirty clothes into the hamper. I hopped in the shower and thoroughly scrubbed myself, making sure I was as clean as possible. If I couldn't have decent clothes, I at least wanted to have great personal hygiene. When I was finished, I dried myself off, flinching and biting down hard on my lip when the scratchy towel irritated the whip marks across my back. Instead of crying out, I whimpered quietly and tried to re-bandage myself. It wasn't easy and I couldn't reach, so eventually I gave up and just threw on my clothes. As I was putting on my shoes, the bus I usually took sped by and I watched, mouth open in disbelief. I groaned in frustration and threw my back pack on the ground. Fan-freaking-tastic! Now I have to walk! Shaking my head in annoyance, I threw my bag over my shoulder, once again wincing. I ran out of the house, ignoring the aches, and down the sidewalk. I knew I'd be late to school even by running, so why bother? I slowed to a walk, letting out a small sigh. How could this day get any worse? Just then, I felt a drop of cold water splatter on my right cheek. I blinked, looking up at the sky. More droplets started to fall, and pretty soon it was pouring. I stopped walking and closed my eyes, gritting my teeth angrily. What a great way to start the day!
(A/N: I know this chapter was unbelievably short, but I didn't have much time to type it up and the idea was nagging at me. I hope you liked it and please review what you thought!)
