Thank you for reading this story! It took a long time to write and a lot of work. It is hard trying to figure out all the pieces and details that make up the great story of Supernatural and the Winchester Brothers. I have to thank the writers of the show and the actors that bring the story to life. I have enjoyed writing this story and sharing it with fellow Supernatural lovers.
A follow up to this story is coming soon and it will be the same events, but my Sam's POV: A Freak and A Lover.
Excerpt:
' My hooded head laid against the glass. I felt the vibrations go through my head and my face. I could see the sunlight though my closed eyelids, making them orange. I heard the song Black by Pearl Jam start.
'Sheets of empty canvas. Untouched sheets of clay...All have been washed in black. Tattooed everything...'
I felt the bus jerk to a stop and my bag shift. I grabbed it and moved it back with my strong hands. Hands that had killed. Hands that now were only going to be wrapped around pencils and pens, not guns and necks.
The hours passed. I listened to music, read, and thought. I thought way too much. I couldn't stop thinking about the fight I had with my family. I couldn't stop thinking about Dean said. What Dad had said. That hurt me more than any hunting wound. He said, 'If you walk out that door, don't you ever come back!' I did walk out that door and I didn't plan on coming back.
I had ran away from my dad and hunting. Even though I was mad at Dean, I couldn't help but miss him and wish he was here. Sure I was able to be on my own, but I never had to. Dean had always looked after me. Well, I didn't need him. Even I did, he wasn't here.'