Flashback|| Bobby and Sam|| I want out.
Sam closed his eyes and gripped the sides of his hair briefly in frustration. Dad, Dean, and him were about to go on the road yet again to God-knows-where for God-knows-what. Dad never told them what exactly they were doing till they got there, which naturally stressed him out and caused a fight to break out before the fight.
You want apart of this or not? Because you're in it, Sam. We need you. We need to kill these son of a bitches and find the demon that killed your mom.
No. He didn't want a part of this. Not anymore. His whole life was basically being on the run. His whole life. People his age were in college, getting educationed, having relationships....friends...lives. Him? He was watching his and his family's back and cutting off heads of monsters people his age didn't even know existed. IT was frustrating and his family was even more frustrating.
He thought he'd be in this till he died. And he'd most likely die on the job. He thought he was stuck, until those words of wisdom his teacher gave him rang in his ears, inspiring him a little bit and a little bit more. His life was his own, he didn't have to be in the family business.
Of course, he couldn't talk to Dean or his dad about this. He knew their answer.
Bobby. Bobby was someone he might be able to turn to. He thought, as he knocked on his door. He rocked on his feet once and waited for that man that called him an 'idgit' to open the door.