"Welcome to your new home"
the over-friendly
RA said
with an animated grin
gesturing to
the modest dorm room
(a bed, a desk, a window
letting in the warm California sun)
Sam took a
tentative step inside
carrying his only possessions
(a stained duffle bag
and a worn backpack)
This is not home
(never will be)
Home is not a place
he has ever known
home was taken by fire
(replaced by a black car
motel rooms, and a gun)
What is home?
(not here)
Home is not a luxury
that those who live
on the road of revenge
and blood
can afford
(no refuge from the nightmare)
But he escaped
maybe there's a chance
(a chance to be safe)
Sam stands silent
and alone
in the small room
(four walls, a window
and a door)
Yet it swallows him
(this life of not hunting)
Home is constant
unchanging
(life on the road
is change)
Sam knows change
like the sound of
the Impala's engine
and the smell of blood
(change is constant)
He left his constant behind
with the black car
motel rooms, and guns)
He left Hunting
and Dad's quest for revenge
(he left Dean)
He left the blood
and the nightmares behind
(he left Dean)
He has a chance
to find a home
to find safe
(he left Dean)
Maybe even those without a home
can still be homesick.