Disclaimer: The story is mine but Dean, Sam, and anything else you're familiar with cannot be credited to me.
Nothing Left to Fear
Sam thinks it just a sense of duty. That we play the part of being good soldiers, fighting what's evil, just because it's the family business.
It's much more than that.
We don't have a traditional home—big house accented with a chain link fence and a perfect lawn. We have a black Chevy with leather seats, an arsenal, and the familiar voices of Sammy Hagar, Bob Segar, and James Hetfield.
Our home isn't a place, we live in an idea.
It's hard, but nothing worthwhile is ever easy. It's tiring, but it's worth it.
We save people, we kill things, and then we move on.
Sam may wonder why we do it, what our purpose is. He isn't a Hunter and he doesn't understand. He can hunt, but like my grandpa said, "there's a difference between a job and a calling."
For Dean and I, this is our career. Some kids want to be Superman, firefighters, and doctors; they dream about being heroes.
Dean doesn't lead this life simply because it's the only one he has ever known. He chooses this life because the alternative isn't an option.
Neither of us could do what Sam has done. Settling down in one place and living the normal life just isn't possible for us.
The knowledge would torment us, haunt us.
Once you know something, you cannot un-know it; and we know what's out there.
We are not a part of society. It's a mold that we've both outgrown.
We are rogues, wanderers, nomads; but there's no such thing as a lone wolf. No one wants to be alone.
We have a home, we have friends, and we have each other.
That's more than we need.
Kind of Inspired by "Duck and Run" 3 doors down