Run Run Faraway

Sam woke up with a feeling that his bed had gotten much shorter. Yawning and stretching he heard a squeak as his foot hit something. "Ash, what's going on?" Sam asked sitting himself up against his headboard. She had her back towards him and was sitting knees to chest.

"I couldn't sleep after a bad dream" she mustered out. Ashley peeked over her shoulder to see am sitting up with his arms folded behind his head, he was staring at her with a look similar to a confused puppy. "Wanna talk about it?" Sam dared.

"Can we go for a run instead?" Ashley side stepped the question, throwing on her gray running shoes without waiting for an answer. "Sure" she heard Sam answer as sheets began to rustle.

They had run a couple miles when Ashley stopped to stretch; the pounding of her feet against the packed Earth had loosened the thoughts of last night in her mind. Sam was leaning against the tree, stretching out the last bit of sleep from his back and arm muscles. Relaxing his now awake muscles, he looked at Ashley stretching her hamstrings with the confused puppy expression still littering his face.

Giving up on the silent game, Ashley turned and looked at Sam "It was about when you went to Hell" she danced around the last word, attempting not to set him into another attack at his crumbling wall. Sam was stunned, Ashely never brings up his trip down stairs because of the effect it had on him.

"What about it" Sam asked clearing his throat of any weakness that might cause it to shake.

"You beating Dean to a pulp and then swan diving in." Sam hung his head in shame, clearly remembering Ashley propping up Dean from behind. Ashley was sobbing with a bloody mess of hair stuck to her temple, where she was thrown by Sam himself against a rock.
"Yeah, I know what that did to you guys" Sam said fingering the jagged scar on his palm.

"But that isn't what hurt me the most, it was you leaving me! Then Dean leaving me with Bobby when he went running to Lisa and Ben's" she blurted out. For a few moments, Sam was lost but he quickly realized what was plaguing Ashley, other than female hormones. "This is being Naomi 'reincarnated' and not really being a part of the family" Sam guessed, but with the look on her face, he had hit the nail on the head. It was true, Ashley had never felt like she belonged among the 3 Winchester men. John always looked at her like she was a ghost, sometimes she would even catch teenage rebel Dean glaring at her, all because she was a splitting image of her late mother-long curly blonde hair.

"I look like Mom, Dad never loved me like his good little solider and prodigal son" Ashley spat out with pain behind her words "and Dean just dropped me off like an unwanted puppy." Changing her tone to a soft and careful tone, she looked up at her giant brother "I want to leave Sammy" Ashley finished.

"I'm not going to let you do that, Ashley" Sam warned. His jaw was set into a hard sharp line, showing Ashley she was overruled and she knew it so she took off in a sprint the rest of the way back to the salvage yard. Sighing Sam took after her, as long as his clumsy legs would allow.

Dean was working under his pride and joy's hood with a grease stained white shirt, when Ashely came speeding by-Sam was close behind her with anger clearly brewing in his brother.

"What happened to her?" Dean barked at Sam.

"Me? I did nothing, you are the one who left her stranded on a porch because you couldn't stand to look at her" Sam exploded. Dean was stunned but quickly shook it off to get into his little brother's face "Don't you talk about Mom" he shot as he took a step back to avoid a hit from Sam's clenched fists. Sam laughed; driving home his point just became so much easier.

"Exactly! All you see in her is Mom, that's why she dyes her hair" Sam started to walk away, but stopped short of the rotten landing, "She wants to run away Dean" he finished without turning around to look at him, he finished the conversation with a slam of the screen door.

Sam was sitting at the desk pouring over Bobby's books, when the man himself walked in with hands in his pocket.

"Found anything?" the gruff old man interrupted Sam's research.
"Yeah, in Nebraska. Weird deaths dealing with childhood fears, we are getting out of your hair soon Bobby" Sam cleared his throat before answering. Nodding, Bobby walked out of the sitting room and heading towards the basement.

Sam gathered up all his findings and headed toward the war zone. Ashley was lying in bed on her side with her back towards the door.

"Hey, I found a case" Sam said sitting on the edge of her bed, causing the old spring mattress to fold under his weight. Ashley had no choice but to end up closer to Sam then she had wanted. "Alright, Ill go tell Dean to wrap up Baby's checkup" Ashley sniffled as she slipped out from udner the sheets from the opposite side. Sam was left alone in the guest room.

AN: Next chapter may take me a little while, please stick with me here! It'll be a good one though! Let me know what you think!