Nicolas slung his bag over his shoulder and walked down the stairs as his parents and little sister got ready for church. He didn't pay attention to his father who threw profanity after profanity towards Nicolas. Nicolas only laughed.

"Watch your language around your darling princess, Frank," Nicolas said, mocking his father as he opened the front door. He walked out the front door, leaving it wide open to give his father an unobstructed view of his back.

As he reached the driveway, Nicolas heard his mother burst into tears. He didn't stop; his mother hadn't done anything to to stop her husband's treatment of her only son, and he wasn't going to let her pain make him regret his decision. So he continued and smiled as a dark blue Ford Focus pulled around the corner and stopped in front of him.

"Hey Nikki," an auburn haired girl yelled through the open passenger window. "Where we headed?"

"I don't care, Sam," he answered, opening the passenger door and sliding in. Samantha Green leaned over and kissed her boyfriend. They had been planning this for months; just waiting for Nicolas to turn eighteen. And now that he was, nothing was going to stop them. She put the car into first and peeled out, leaving tired tracks in front of the house.

"How'd your mom take your leaving," Sam asked, her green eyes looking away from the road to him.

"Jody was crying when I stepped onto the driveway," he answered emotionlessly.

Sam looked at her boyfriend sadly, torn over the fact that another family was broken. She, herself, came from a nice, loving family. Her parents were very encouraging; always behind their daughter no matter what, even when it came to religion. When Samantha told her parents she wasn't happy being Christian, her mother and father had gone to the local library and signed out all the books on world religions they could carry. And when Sam chose Wicca, her mother bought her pentacles, candles, a leather book to write her spells in, a ritual knife, and a ritual chalice for her fifteenth birthday. And if Sam required anything else, her parents bought it for her.

Nicolas, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky. He grew up in a Catholic family under a father who ruled with an iron fist. The children were sent to Bible study Sunday mornings before Mass at a church where they were both in the choir. During the week, when any class touched on a topic that went against Catholic dogma, Nicolas was forced out of the class by a letter his father had written to excuse his son from the class. This led to many of his classmates to tease him and call him a "Bible Thumper." It didn't matter that Nicolas took every chance to separate himself from his family. And Sam could only imagine how bad it was for his little sister.

When Nicoals turned fourteen, he had tried to argue with his father; tried to tell his father he wanted nothing to do with the religion. It was the first time Nicolas's father had beaten his son. It wouldn't be the last. Nicolas had missed a week of school because of this, and when the school called, his father said he was out due to religious reasons. The week Nicolas returned to school, he met Samantha. And from then on, Sam was Nicolas's one outlet.

Over the next three years, his life became a living hell. His father became a bigger tyrant as Nicolas did everything in his power to get froom under the man's thumb. He stopped paying attention in Bible study,in which Nicolas missed a week of school in his sophomore year. When he stopped singing in choir his junior year, his father threatened to disown him. Nicolas laughed in the man's face, at which his father realized Nicolas didn't care. And in his senior year, Nicolas dropped his Bible at the man's feet. When his father tried to slap him, Nicolas easily blocked the blow before throwing his father's arm back at him.

Sam took the off-ramp going south to Philadelphia, Pa, through Geneva, NY, later that night. Nicolas was fast asleep, having eaten lunch and driving seven hours. Sam looked over the fit eighteen year old. His dark brown hair, which easily past his ears, partially covered his face. His white shirt stretched tautly across his chest and abs. A pentacle lay across his heart as if protecting him. And his shorts rode up his muscular thigh slightly, making Sam wish they would find a motel soon.

He didthis on purpose, she thought to herself, resisting the urge to take her hand off the gear shifter and onto his.

A soft laugh broke her train of thought and caused her to look over to her boyfriend. She caught Nicolas grinning at her, his silver-green eyes looking over her body.

"What? You can read my mind now," Sam asked playfully.

"Not your mind, love," Nicolas whispered, teasing his hand over her shorts. "Your body."

"Now you're just teasing me, asshole," Sam said, moaning gently.

"Nah, just getting you ready," Nicolas played. "Though, you are the one who wore the low cut shirt and small shorts."

"it's summer."

"And we just left Madawaska, Maine."

Sam laughed before looking up and screaming. Nicolas looked up right before a tractor trailor ran head-long into the driver's side of the Focus.

A/N

Alright, so not much Supernatural in this chapter, but I needed to get a few things out first. Sam's being a Wiccan may or may not come up in later chapters, I haven't decided. As for Nicolas, I'm not sure what he is. At the moment, he just wears the pentacle because it was a gift from Sam. And for reference, Madawaska, Maine, is the northern most town in Maine and is drive that's about 15 hours and 45 minutes to Geneva, NY, which is half an hour south east of Rochester, NY.

Neither Sam nor Nicolas's families will be involved further in this story, that I am current aware of. I only have two and a half chapters written and I don't know how long I'm going to take it.