Chapter 1

Sam was in a motel room waiting for his dad and brother to come back from a hunt. They hunt monsters, the typical children's stories and myths. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, anything that you think aren't real. Well, they are...

They leave Sam every hunt they went on to "keep him safe". Sam thought that after all the trouble his father put him through with all of the training to become a hunter that he would at least let him help but no they keep him shut in a room with just his thoughts and nothing else. He didn't have any books or even a laptop to watch stuff on, just his own haunting thoughts.

Sam started to think that if he left, would John and Dean notice? Would they try and look for him?

Sam has always wanted a normal life, he's always wanted to go to one school, graduate, and then go to Stanford or try to anyways.

Sam decided it was best to leave them without a burden so he grabbed a duffle bag and started to pack all of belongings, not that he had a lot.

He grabbed his backpack and started filling it with snacks for his journey; he then put his bag on his back and grabbed his duffle bag. Before he left he found some paper and a pen and wrote them a note.

'Thought I'd stop being a burden and leave you two to your business,

I don't know where I'm going but I'm not coming back

-S'

He opened the door and looked around the room spotting one of Dean's knifes on his bedside table, thinking if he should take it or leave it. He sighed and ran back into the room grabbing the knife and running back out without another look.

Sam was walking for miles and miles for weeks trying to find somewhere to start a new life. He was thinking, to pass the enormous amount of time he had, to change his identity. He wanted a new him, new name, new family, new everything.

As he was thinking and walking he didn't notice that he was walking on the road until he was hit, before he knew it everything went black.

A/N: I have had this story on my laptop for a couples of weeks now so I've decided to post it :)