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Sam dropped to h is knees with a sigh, ignoring the pain that shot through his legs. After a moment of hesitation he started to speak.
"Ok. If you're up there, I need some answers. By the way, I'm sorry it's been a while."
He shifted his weight and cleared his throat before beginning again.
"I'm not sure where to find my family and I'm not sure if I want to or not…so if you could help me out with a decision that would be great….amen."
Sam opened his eyes and gazed around the empty motel room. It seemed like it had been ages since he was last occupying a dumpy room under a false name. And even though it had been four years, he remembered his last night with his dad and brother clear as day. He was sixteen and trying to finish a paper due the next day. His dad was cleaning his guns and Dean as being a jerk and refusing to turn down the TV.
He had thought of that night thousands of times and had wished more than anything to go back to it so he could change the events of the following day.
As Sam rose from his prayer he heard something. Something surprisingly familiar. It was the growl of a '67 Chevy Impala. To verify what he heard Sam stepped to the window and drew back the curtain just far enough to reveal the shiny car he once called home. Sam watched in awe as two men exited the car and made their way to the room next door.
"That was scary fast," Sam whispered, his eyes heavenward.