If you're reading this

I know have several other stories I should be updating right now. But the plot for this one hasn't left me alone since Memorial Day, so I Figure better to get it written so it doesn't continue to haunt me. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

Liz

"I'm an American Soldier, an American

Beside my brother's and my sister's

I will proudly take a stand

When liberty's in jeopardy

I will always do what's right

I'm out here on the frontlines

So sleep in peace tonight"

American Soldier

Toby Keith-

American Soldier

Chapter one:

Sam sighed harshly as he stormed around the small, nearly bare room, gathering what little belonged to him and cramming it into his bag. His Dad would give him the ultimatum, leave and stay gone or stay and remain part of the family. What his Dad didn't seem to understand was that Sam didn't like hunting and didn't want to spend the rest of his life doing it. Stopping at his dresser, Sam reached out and picked up the lone picture frame that stood, giving a little life to the bareness around it.

As Sam stared at the beautiful blonde woman in the frame, he wished with all his heart, the yellow eyed demon had never came after his family. Maybe if you had never been born none of this would have happened and your mother would still be alive. Sam thought if it hadn't been for me then she would still be here and Dad and Dean would both be happy and not working on prison time for credit card fraud. Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, Sam placed the picture in his bag, zipping it, he placed it on his bed. Grabbing the jacket he had flung on the bed earlier that morning, he slipped it onto his shoulders. Heaving one another sigh, Sam glanced around him. The sparse room was once again empty, no sign of Sam's existence remained anywhere in the room.

Sam grabbed his bag then headed towards the door. He was finished here, and there was no longer any reason to stay. His dad didn't want him, and Dean was too angry at him to even speak to him. Sam wished things didn't have to end this way; but as it was; it was the only way Sam would get to have a life of his own. From here on out however, Sam would have a lifetime of loneliness to think about the actions he took to have his own life.

He left the bedroom and walked down the short hallway, towards the living room. Passing the kitchen he saw his father and brother sitting at the kitchen table looking over the latest hunt information.

"I'm leaving now," Sam called softly knowing very well they had heard him. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry it has to be this way, but I have to find out who I am on my own." When nothing but silence resounded, a broken hearted Sam continued out the door.

He had gotten a scholarship to Stanford University and Sam had wanted to accept it, knowing his family wouldn't be very happy with him. He was headed towards a better future but it didn't help his aching heart in any way. Sam walked down the lonely tree shaded path they called a driveway. He knew he wouldn't be counting on a ride from Dean or John.

"How did we end up like this?" Sam wondered out loud. At one time the Winchester family had been close, but hunting had destroyed that, for Sam at least. He loved his family dearly but it was time he lived his own life the way he wanted to.

Ten minutes later Sam, reached the road, feeling broken, he headed towards the small town that was located nearby. John and Dean were on yet another hunt for a very unfriendly poltergeist. It was in the middle of researching this hunt that Sam had told his family about the scholarship. Sam sighed dwelling on the problem was certainly not the solution to the situation.

Sam managed to hitch a ride to the town's local bus station where he promptly bought a ticket for California with the money he'd had stashed for special occasions. While he was waiting for the bus, he spotted a pay phone near to where he was sitting. He wondered briefly if he should try and call his family; then again there really wasn't any use in rubbing salt in an open wound.

Twenty minutes later having decided not to call, Sam boarded a bus to California. Without looking out the window Sam, walked back to the back of the bus and grabbed a window seat. What Sam didn't see when he looked out the window was the sleek black Chevy Impala that was waiting outside the bus terminal.

Sam sighed and rested his head back against the headrest, if he wasn't a Winchester, he would have no idea how he would survive without his family, as it was, he knew he could survive it would be tough for a while but he would do what was necessary.

Two days later Sam's bus stopped at the Stanford bus terminal, where he promptly hailed a cab, and was had them take him directly to the local Navy recruiter's office. Upon stepping inside the stone building he walked up to the desk out front.

"May I help you?" the man behind the desk asked.

"I want to join the SEALS" Sam replied.

So this story has been playing around in my mind since Memorial day, please give this story a chance I know exactly where I want to go with it. Thanks for reading and taking the time to review. Liz