It's funny how one moment one choice can change your whole future but it's absolutely terrifying how one person, one decision they make can destroy your whole world.

I couldn't help but wonder if Dean had thought about that before he made the deal, if he knew what he was doing not just to me but to Sam, too himself.

"How long have you been," Sam cleared his throat and looked away as I dropped my towel and put a white t shirt on.

"Sorry," I mumbled "There is a spider the size of Texas in the bathroom. I lost track of it when you knocked" I pulled on some jean shorts. "What were you saying?"

"How long have you been hunting?"

"Not long," I took the brush through my hair, "I wasn't born into this life like you guys. Dean saved me and was basically stuck with me since. I lost my family, my world. And with a target on my back Dean took me in. He didn't want to teach me, but he knew it was the only way I had a fair shot at protecting myself."

"Were you two," he paused looking for the right word "together?"

I couldn't help but smile. "No. It wasn't like that. Not really. I think it could have been but" I paused wondering how to explain it to a stranger when I couldn't really even explain it to myself.

"But what?"

"Dean thinks he destroys everything he loves, everything he touches. I think he was scared he'd break me if he went there. And he was probably right, ya know? So no matter how close we became he always held back, he always kept a big piece of him distant."

"Seems like you knew him pretty well then" I couldn't help but hear the cold seep back into Sam's voice.

"I did. I like to think I did at least." I looked into Sam's eyes and I felt my heart break seeing Dean in them. "You don't have to like me Sam. Hell you can hate my guts for all I care. But I was the one who was there, I was the one who-"

"Who what," he snapped "Let Dean make a Deal? Let him Die?"

"Who cared enough to stick around!"

"You think I didn't care? You think I wouldn't have come if he called and told me what the hell was going on?"

"I think you need to believe that you would have come. But you wouldn't have. I know that and Dean knew that. When John died-"

"DON'T- you dare bring my father in this!" He walked closer to me, readying himself for a fight.

"What else is off limits Sam? You left your family! They loved you, Dean loved you and you walked out on him. Why would Dean call you when nothing pointed to the fact that you would care."

"Screw you!" He screamed in my face. His body was tense with anger and pain, his breathing rapid.

"Maybe you coming here-"

"No! Damnit!" he sat down on the bed, his fingers running through his hair, "I'm going to help you, whether you or I like it."

"So help me Sam, help me understand why you would leave? Why chasing normal was so much more important to you than your family?"

"You wouldn't understand"

"You're right, I wouldn't. I'd give anything-"

"Anything and everything is what I would have had to give to stay with them. I wanted more, for myself- for my future. Holding on to that anger, bent on revenge? Growing up with that, I couldn't stay and not lose myself"

"So why are you here now?" I pointed to the guns lying on the motel bed, the walls covered in research "If revenge isn't what you want, then you are in the wrong place Sam."

"I'm in the right place, for the first time in a long time I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be"

Review? :)