John and Sam were fighting, Dean was trying to calm them down and Aiden, well Aiden was curled up in a ball on her bed. Aiden hated yelling.
"You listen here boy, you are not going to college!" John yelled.
"Aren't parents supposed to encourage their kids to pursue their passion?" Sam replied snottily.
John quickly landed a few swats to Sam's behind.
"I'm not some little kid you can order around anymore! I have a scholarship and I'm going." Sam's voice was eerily calm.
"You are not going Sam, that's final." John said.
"I am."
John tossed his giant sized son over the table with a thud, the sound of leather going through belt loops made a sound that had Aiden's stomach doing flips, and then there was the crack of leather on denim. Sam was lucky his pants were still up, cause Winchester whuppings hurt like hell even with the denim. The cracks kept coming, Aiden watched Dean try to stop their father to no avail, and Sam didn't make a sound. When their father finally let the boy up, John put his hands on his hips, "Your turn boy, cause I can do that dance again."
"Daddy stop!" Aiden cried from the far bed.
"I'm going to Stanford, Dad." Sam said, then he walked over and grabbed his duffle, "Tonight."
"Sammy!" Aiden yelled, "No!"
Dean's eyes widened in shock, "Come on man…"
"Tonight." Sam repeated.
"You walk out that door boy. You don't come back." John said in a dangerously low tone.
"Ok." And with that Sam walked out the door.
"SAMMY!" Aiden screamed, she ran towards the door only to be caught by Dean who held the eleven year old with ease. She cried and finally broke free of her brother's arms only to be grabbed by her father who delivered a few sharp smacks to her pajama covered rear.
Sam was gone. He didn't come back, no calls, no texts, nothing. And that killed his family.