Hello,fellow readers; I am new to FanFiction, and I would very much appreciate if someone would teach me the ways of this website :-). This, obviously, is my first story; all mistakes are mine (betas are what editors are called, right?) Anyway, I shall stop talking now, hope you like my story, please review!:-)
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor lyrics in this story, it belongs Dverke, a Russian pianist in the 1700-1800's
Going home, going home
I am going home,
Quiet like some still day,
I am going home.
Sam couldn't get the song out of his head. His mother always sang it to him as a child, but his mother was gone , Sam refused to stop running, he wasn't running out of anger. He should've known his few moments of happiness were in vain, that not even his true family would want him. Inside, he always knew that he was a burden, a disgrace, to his family, to his friends, hell, to the world. He'd ran northwest for half an hour now, walking for a few hours. Sam tried not to think about what occurred, just focused on building a new life without troubling anyone. He had enough money to buy a car; also, sam had just been hired for a job as a secretary. He got the job in a city by the bay. Sam, for now, had no where to go, his best shot was to go and sleep somewhere unclaimed and undiscovered. Luckily, while he packed, he brought a blanket. As Sam lay down, he reminisced in the memories of the past. Tears streamed down his face as, he started to fall asleep,reminding him of what he could never have. The tears fell and fell, until they were just dry. And finally, his dreams for a few seconds at least, ceased to haunt him.