Sam ran through the woods, the cool autumn air blowing through his hair his mind to emptying of all conscious thought. Sam had taken up a rather vigorous exercise routine which included a three mile run in the morning before school, forty five minutes of weightlifting during gym class, and then another mile or so evening run. Running at dusk was his favorite time of the day to run. It meant the day was almost over and once he finished his run he'd go home and finish up his homework and go straight to bed so he could be up at four thirty the next morning and do it all over again.

Sam was excelling in school academically which was no surprise to anyone. His teacher's immediately fell in love with the handsome young intelligent boy but there was one catch. Sam would never speak unless he was spoken to or needed to answer a question. Just about every girl in Turner County High School was infatuated by the handsome new kid with the glorious head of hair. But whenever any of them tried to speak to him he brushed them off. He was polite, but curt and made no effort to hide his disinterest. His disinterest in the female population quickly spurred several gay rumors but nothing could be substantiated and frankly Sam could care less what the others thought.

So Sam spent his days in a sort of solitary bliss. The only person he made any effort to talk to was Bobby and that wasn't much besides pleasantries and a short commentary on that day's sole passion became running, and he spent every free moment he could running through the forest. He could space out when he ran and forget that he even existed. It was maybe a more healthy form of self destruction but it was still destructive nonetheless because he didn't ever have much of an appetite. He never ate breakfast and he would pick at his mostly inedible school, for dinner he would eat small portions of whatever Bobby made for dinner.

Bobby was mildly concerned by Sam's lack of interest in any meaningful conversation but he understood that the boy was going through alot right now and this was probably just his way of coping. He would try to engage him in conversation whenever Sam helped him out in the garage but his answers were always short and right to the point. Bobby told John how he was doing when they talked on the phone. John wasn't concerned at all about Sam's quietness he was just glad that he was doing well in school. It eased John's mind a little and helped reassure himself that he'd done the right thing in separating the boys. Bobby asked how Dean was.

"The kids fine," John answered quickly. He failed to inform Bobby of the fact that Dean had stumbled home drunk the last three nights and had cried himself to sleep when he thought John was already asleep. "See I told you it would work out."

"Yeah…" Bobby replied noncommittally.

"I gotta get going, We've just about tracked down that Demon we've been tracking in Northern New York."

"Bye John, take care."

"You too Bobby. Tell Sam I said hello."

"Will do."

Bobby hung up the phone and turned to look out the window just in time to see Sam walking out of the woods, his forehead slick with sweat. The boy wiped at his brow with his arm, Bobby watched him walk over to the garage and lean forward against the wall as if he were using it to hold himself up. The boy's slender frame shook and Bobby knew he was crying. He cursed and turned away from the boy unable to stand watching the boy's suffering. Bobby felt helpless in that moment at what to do. All he knew was that two boys were suffering and all because of their own father. Two boys that he loved like his own sons were in love and their father couldn't accept it. It made Bobby so angry at John in that moment for the pain he was causing his own children. All Bobby knew was that he had to do something. He just didn't know what yet.