A Letter to Home

Disclaimer: Neither Sam nor Supernatural are in anyway mine (unfortunately) – see E. Kripke and CW for ownership details.

Summary: Sam writes a letter to Dean after receiving Dean's letter.

Rating: nothing really!

Dean,

It's good to hear from you and I'm sorry you haven't heard from me since I arrived, I started a couple of letters to you but never got round to posting them. Don't worry, this one I will post.

I have settled in, I have a shared room. You'd probably like my room-mate. He's an okay guy, plays a lot of sport and he knows where the bar is and the hot chicks – so you and he would have a lot in common. Me and him less so but it's okay, we get on fine. In some respects, he's easier to get along with than you – at least he goes out and leaves me some peace and quiet to study in. I suppose that was harder to do in some of those motels we stayed in – kind of on top of one another weren't we?

The library is great. I feel right at home there, all those books – they've got some really huge 'tomes' for me to bury my nose in. Only kidding! The amount of work I've got to do is horrendous, so I am spending a lot of time there but I've been to the bar (yeah I did manage to find it). I've also been to a few parties. Not as many as you'd have been to but hey, some things you are good at and some things I'm good at – you probably wouldn't have found the library yet. Impressed to hear that you've been spending so much time in libraries since I've gone, need any clues on how to find all the good stuff? Knew there would be something that would make you miss me!

I miss you too and thanks for saying it. It means a lot. It's strange not having someone there, you there. I find I have thoughts buzzing round my head and no-one to listen. The upside is no-one playing pranks on me either or boring me to sleep with their incessant drone (well apart from a couple of the lecturers). Man, do you know how much music there is out here – you have seriously got to start listening to some different stuff man, you don't know what you're missing.

Thanks for the cereal – that was a surprise – a welcome one, makes this place feel more like home in a good way. Thanks for the stuff you put in my bag too. I know you were worried about me leaving you, about me not being protected but you taught me well. I know how to defend myself against the natural and as for the supernatural – there's been no sign but yeah, I've taken the precautions, discretely I didn't want to worry anyone here that I was borderline lunatic. Thanks for the charms and dream-catcher, you didn't need to do that but thanks anyway. You really didn't need to put the magazine in either bro. I mean are you sure you could spare it – I don't know when you squeezed that in but you will find it funny to know that my room-mates' parents were dropping him off as I opened the bag and it fell straight out – his mother nearly died of shock – you are such an uncouth, base pain in the ass. Much as I hate to admit it, it's probably the reason he and I have hit it off well enough to share rather than him attempting to beat the shit out of me. Not that he could but he doesn't need to know that!

You know if you want to come visit, you're welcome. If you want to come stay, we could work something out. I miss having you around, I miss helping the short and aged – my good turn for the day. What you said about me deserving a better life than the one we had, I need you to know something about that. You made sure it wasn't so bad and if I deserve better then so do you and if you want you could have it. You can leave Dad, Dean. You could strike out on your own and settle down somewhere and get a proper job or like I said you could come here and we could work it out together. We don't have to be soft about it, just turn up; between us we could sort it.

I read what you said about Dad and part of me wants to believe you but after everything he said and did over those last few months, I'm not sure that I can. Horse's mouth and all that, Dean, if he told me himself I'd find it more believable. It's not your place to have to apologise for him either and it's also not your fault what he said or what I did.

Anyway, the library calls, if I want to get paid this week. I shall post this on my way. Thanks for writing, don't forget to come visit. Oh, I know you drive a cool car but you know there are cars out there that don't eat gas and money like your Impala, some of them might even be cool too! Okay! Honestly – it's hard to beat the Impala!

Best wishes

Sam

Author's Note: Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it and now it would be great if you would review too. There may be more to follow - I'm not sure yet - vague musings muttering at the back of my mind then again they might turn into something else entirely!