AN: This is my first fan fiction. Please be nice!
TRIGGER WARNINGS: domestic abuse; suicide; character death; malexmale; violence; language; addiction
July 15th
Sam walks out of the bathroom after his shower. John, his father, is sitting at the table with a beer clutched in his hands. John turns around as Sam enters the room. His eyes are bloodshot. He glares at Sam with obvious rage and hate.
Shit! He's drunk! I'm going to be in for it now. Why the hell did I bring up my issues with hunting again?! Sam thinks.
John stands up and attempts to walk toward Sam. His steps are a bit unsteady, which makes it quite obvious just how much he has had to drink.
"So? Are you ready to apologize or do I need to teach you to not question me?" John asks.
Sam just stands there warily. He will never apologize, especially when his father is this drunk. John seems to be enraged by Sam's lack of response. He stumbles toward Sam. Sam backs up until his back hits the wall and he can go no further. John leans in and the smell of alcohol is evident on his breath.
"You will do what I say!" He screams at Sam.
Sam flinches involuntarily and this encourages John. He takes a swing at Sam and Sam ducks barely avoiding the fist that has now made a hole in the plaster wall of the cheep motel room. John, prepared for this, kicks Sam in the chest. Sam falls over unable to breathe. He clutches his chest and he's sure at least one rib is broken. John picks Sam up and hits him with enough force to throw him into the wall.
Thank God Dean is working undercover. He doesn't need to see this. Sam thinks as John continues to attack him.
Finally John has had enough. He grabs a wad of cash and leaves, most likely to find a bar to buy something stronger than a beer. Sam lies on the floor for what feels like an eternity. Finally he sits up. The pain is so intense he throws up immediately. He knows he can't stay any longer.
Quickly, incase John comes back, Sam throws his cloths and some food in his duffle bag. He looks through John's jacket pockets until he finds some money, $6,000. He grabs a piece of paper and begins to write.
Dear Dean,
I am so sorry to leave you. I know you hate chick flick moments, so I'll keep this short. I just need you to know it isn't your fault. I'm leaving because of Dad. It has nothing to do with you.
Goodbye,
Sam
Satisfied with his note, Sam tucks it into a pair of Dean's pants. Trying to think clearly though his pain, Sam get up and leaves the motel room. He walks through the city. At 3 am, Philadelphia is still surprisingly busy. He makes it to the nearest bus stop and is able to catch a bus to Center City.
Sam goes from bus to bus. He hurts so much, but he has to get as far as possible from John before he gets back. Sam looks out at the sun, which is now quite high in the sky. He looks at a sign the bus is passing: Roanoke VA 20 miles. Sam is in too much pain to go any further. He decides that he might as well stay here.
Sam walks through the city looking for a motel. Seeing a promising one he goes inside. Walking to the desk, Sam asks for a room. He is surprised when no one asks for ID since he does look his age, 17. He pays for his room and goes to see what the room will actually be like for tonight. He lies down on the bed and falls asleep almost immediately.