It was a great day. Pretty amazing actually, if you had time to stop and watch. Summer was always great. The weather, the grass, the scents... Yeah, summer was always great. It was a pretty warm day, and most people sought for some shadow. One of those people was Sam Winchester. He sat in cover of a tree, watching the few people walking around the market. He sighed, watching all of this go by.

The 15 year old was hungry, hadn't eaten in days now. The shopkeepers had gotten aware of him, and knew that they should be alarmed with him around. – He stole fruit and other goods from them, so he wouldn't starve to death. He had gotten used to this environment now, after four years of living on the street, away from that foster home. It was worse than hell there… He had lived there since he was only six months old. A fire had burst out in the house he lived in, in Kansas, and he was the only survivor. His mom, dad, and brother had been killed by the flames. They had no relatives or friends who were willing to take care of him, and so they sent him away. No one wanted to adopt him, so at the age of 11 he ran away, and didn't look back. It wasn't often he thought of his past, he tried not to, and hoped to be somewhere better in the future. For now, he just wanted to survive.