Part I
Sam was a good boy.
Well, in the normal, non-hunting world he was.
If he had grown up within a normal environment- no fire, no dead Mary, no monsters, no constant moving- Sam Winchester would have been considered the pride and joy of his family.
Instead, what Sam got for his efforts in studying, sports, and being, in overall, a star young man, was disappointment.
It wasn't a secret in the Winchester family that John hated, absolutely despised, his son's attempts at being normal. How many times had the man wished for Sam to be a little bit more like Dean? Seemingly uncaring for school, outsider friends, and the apple pie life that Sam painfully yearned for. John's eldest son preferred the brutality, the pure thrill that the hunt offered. Each hunt a step closer to finding the son of a bitch that took Mary away from both of the older Winchesters.
In other words, Dean was perfect.
Now, don't go thinking that John didn't love his boys. Any damn person on this not-so-fine Earth could see the love he held for the both of them. When it came to loving his boys, John Winchester was on top of his game.
He just wasn't a good father.
John loved like any good dad should, but acted like a sergeant. He only demonstrated his affection when he was pleased with the results his sons' brought forth.
With Dean, that much wasn't difficult to achieve.
With Sam, though...Well, Sam was another story.
That's how the little family developed. Years after years, Dean would constantly seek and earn his father's approval.
And while Sam had attempted to please John for a short time, the process of being a mindless soldier exhausted him, went against his very nature. So Sam never sought John's affection, and therefore, never received it.
And while his brother grew up happy and strong, Sam grew up dark and mainly weak.
The poor boy's person became enclosed and sad, withdrawn from the company of his peers- since he was never around long enough to get to know them- and he became an outcast within his own family, the only people he had any sort of stable contact with.
In another life, Sam would have been the flower child. The prized member of his family and community. But in this life, where his efforts were all for waste, Sam was nothing but a sore spot in John's mind.
And Sam Winchester knew that fact like the back of his hand.
Well guys, it seems I've been feeling a bit inspired lately posting all these new stories and updates.
I realize though that my stories seem a bit repetitive in nature. Don't get me wrong, personally I love the depressed themes and all that jazz that's in them, but... I'm getting slightly bored.
So, my point is, does anyone have a request or ideas I could use to write with? Don't be afraid to send a message or put it in the review section. Whatever your mind comes up with has value in it.
Anyways, I will post the second and last part of this story as soon as possible. Just a heads up, as always, this story won't end happily.