I'm disappointed in how short this is, but here's the last chapter.

Sam is 18 / Dean is 22

Sam got the letter a week ago, and it was only a short amount of time until John found it. When he did, he was beyond pissed. Sam thought that maybe, somewhere deep inside, John was proud of Sam for getting accepted to Stanford University. Right now though, the man was far from showing it.

Sam stood in the living room of their little apartment with John, arguing, as expected. He knew it would be hard to convince the man to let him go to college, but he didn't think it would be this hard.

"How can you be so selfish?!" John screamed at him.

"Selfish! How am I being selfish in any way!" Sam shouted back. He was so angry. Angry at John, angry at Dean for just standing there. Angry at his life.

"You're leaving us after all this time, after all we've done for you, to go to school?!" John shouted, clenching his fists.

"You should be proud of me!" Sam yelled. "Not everyone makes it into a school like Stanford, especially people like me with shitty fucking lives!"

"Don't you dare swear at me!" John shouted in a threatening tone. "I gave you everything! You should be grateful-"

"Grateful for what?" Sam screamed. "You leaving us to fend for yourself for years, practically starving? While you chased this - this fantasy of getting revenge for mom?!"

"Don't bring her into this!"

"Revenge won't bring mom back, dad!" Sam screamed.

John practically shook with anger, and he is ashamed to say he didn't regret what he did next. He raised a fist and it connected with his youngest son's jaw, knocking the boy off his feet and onto his rear.

Sam held his jaw, his head down and hair covering his eyes. Silently, he stood. He walked towards the door, with nothing but the Stanford letter and his jacket. He glared at Dean who did nothing to stop him before saying. "I'm leaving."

The door slammed shut behind him and the last thing he heard from his father was a scream, "DON'T COME BACK."

Sam shook his head, and kept walking, his jaw stinging. John didn't have to worry. He wasn't coming Back.