Chapter 5:
We get to the tiny two-floor house and I started to feel self conscious about the state of it. The small lawn in front was overgrown with weeds and grass I never bothered to cut. The stone path leading to the door was uneven and covered with moss. The door needed a good repaint, it used to be a nice dark blue and now it just has old paint chips coming off it. The entire house just looked, sad looking, dead even.
I parked my car, got out, and locked the door. I turned around and both the boys were behind me, staring up at the house.
"I know it looks bad, I haven't had the time to clean it up-," I stammered, looking down. "Are you kidding?" Sam said, he sounded like he was smiling, "The fact that you have a house is awesome, I haven't had a real home for a while."
I looked up, surprised. Sam had this big goofy grin, but I could see this sadness in his eyes that I could not place.
"Well I need to use the can, so if we could move this love fest inside please." Dean said, sounding impatient. "Alright, welcome home boys." I said as I unlocked the door.
