Sam pressed the pad of his right thumb against the throttle of his newly required motorcycle. The engine roared and slid into the left lane, passing the Sunday driving Jaguar in front of him. The bike had too much torque in it to go so slow and sometimes Sam felt he couldn't stop the motorcycle from going fast even if he tried. The vibrations of the machine coursed through his body from the tip of his booted toes to the very top of his head. The wind rushed through his ever growing hair and he sent up a silent thanks for the present state having no helmet laws.
He pushed his aviator sunglasses further up his nose and used the same finger to point at a bright red convertible full of hot girls as it whizzed past. The girls giggled and waved back at the stranger, wondering who he was and where he was going.
I'm Sam Winchester, ladies. He said to himself. And I'm going wherever the hell I feel like.
The youngest Winchester brother had been out on his own for over two months now, sometimes hunting monsters, but mostly just exploring. Riding through the country without a single care in the world was something he'd always wanted to do. And hunting simply because he felt like it instead of because he had to was an amazing experience as well. When he wanted to stop, he stopped and when he was ready to ride on, he packed his little overnight bag, tossed a long leg over the bike and took off.
And the best part was that he didn't have to answer to anyone but himself.
Sam closed his eyes for a quick moment and took a deep breath. The hot desert air of Arizona filled his lungs and he reveled in the warmth flowing through his chest. Off in the distance, the sun was beginning to sink behind the dark mesas surrounding the valley. It would be only minutes before full darkness enveloped him and he needed to find a place to stay for the night. He passed a welcoming Bed and Breakfast sign just as the solar light beneath it powered up. He smiled, noting his ever growing fondness of Bed and Breakfast facilities.
Thanks to an old friend…
He pulled off at the next exit ramp and headed north for about a mile until he found the place the sign spoke of. A cute sign outside still said "Vacancy" and he sent up another quite, "thank you".
Just as he threw his left leg over the side of the Harley, his cell phone buzzed against his hip. He pulled the phone free of the clip on his belt and answered.
"Hello?"
"Sammy," a familiar voice sent a shot of liquid warmth straight to his toes as a smile curled at his lips.
He hadn't heard from her in weeks and he'd missed her. Every part of her. Especially her voice. She had quickly become his best friend, second only from Dean, of course, and an instant extension of their small family. She had filled the hole in his older brother's heart and had warmed his own as well.
"Where are you?" she asked, as she always did. "And when are you coming home?"
He hadn't even thought about it in over a week. He hadn't really wanted to head back to Bobby's any time soon, but somehow every time he heard that voice, he instantly wanted to end his weary travels, turn around, and go back.
So it was decided. He'd had enough, for now at least. It was time to go, as she called it, home.
"Tomorrow," he said. "I'll be home tomorrow, Kenna."
-That's right. You asked for a sequel to The Compound...and here it is. Please review.