Sam could hear the sound of nearby cars, feel a could breeze brush by his cheek. Sam slowly cracked his eyes open, he could feel his face pressed into the pavement. Squinting he realized he was laying in a soft yellow glow. Street lamps.

Shocked Sam realized it was night and he was laying on the side of the road. Sam rolled over onto his front, his bones ached. From laying there? Sam slowly and stiffly began raising himself from the cold ground. He could feel the indent the pavement left on his cheek.

Looking around, the street was deserted. It had been hours since he left from school. What the hell had happened, determined to stay calm. He decided he would figure it out only when he returned home. Reaching into his pocket he found his cell phone to be depleted of all power. How long had he been here? He had to go home , Dean was probably in a state by now.

As Sam took his first step to continue home. He hissed in pain holding his foot off the ground gingerly. On further inspection he found his ankle to be swollen and sore, sprained most likely. Cautiously Sam began a full body inspection. Sam patted his hands over his torso feeling his dusty jacket. Dusty? Sam looked down to find a film of dirt covering his lower half. Dusting himself off Sam also discovered an egg sized bump on the back off his head presumably from his fall. A red and purple bruise beginning on his right hip spreading up on to his back all the way to his neck in splotchy patches. And a general all round ache.

What the hell had he been doing?. Lying here on the side of the road? No, Dean would of found him easy and how could no one else seen him? So then where did he go?

But Sam had to continued on, home is were he could deal with this. He just needed to get home. He had to talk to Dean, even Dad. But Dean would know what to do.

Sam slowly limped up the walk way to the front door. Favouring his right leg he slowly ascended the wooden stairs of the porch they creaked under his weight. Just as his finger tips were a breath away from the the door knob. It flew open with a smack and a gust of air. There stood his father glock half cocked in his direction eyes ablaze. At the sight of Sam standing stock still in the doorway the gun was quickly lowered and a flash of emotion travelled across his features before they reverted back to there stone cold gaze.

'Where the hell have you been Sam Whinchester!' speckled spit flew. 'You arrogant child ,you ask MY permission to stay behind school hours.'

His face was scrunched into anger and desperation.

'Something could happen to you Sam, you are never safe, we are never safe. You act so irresponsibly for what to make a point, to be normal? Normal kids can do what they want can't they Sam? But guess what you are not normal, you know what's out there and you can never be rid of it . They're just ignorant.'

Sam could see his father boiling up to his grand finale, red blossomed on his cheeks spreading till he was a red and ripe as a tomato.

'FUCK! Sam you will never be normal.'

Oh the irony Sam thought something could happen? Yeah no shit. Sam opened his mouth to form some sort of defence to ask for help but he was already hunched over in defeat. He knew he couldn't say it now.

'Not a word Sam. Not a god damn word.' He reached and pulled him forcefully inside by the collar. Sam hastily follow behind. Feeling his body protest to the harsh treatment.

'Upstairs Sam, up to your room, I call Dean and tell him to stop looking. John eyes were glued to Sam's back as he walked up the stairs head up back straight, no limp ,no hobble.

Sam felt truly defeated and sore, but he wouldn't give his father the satisfaction of seeing that. Walking to his room he thought only of how he disappointed Dean.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOkay so I know Sam a bit overly angsty and mellow dramatic and unreasonable but I swear there is an actual cause. Hes not just being irrational. So anyway Review, Even with ideas etc. :]

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