sunnydale motel } { doesn't get better than home now, does it?
Sam was trying really hard not to like Sunnydale.
He knew it was going to be like every other school he went to. They’d stay for two weeks, Dad and Dean would take care of whatever demon or monster that happened to be lurking around town, and then they’d take off again, head to the next city on the map. There was no point in making friends, no point in trying to make this place home, because he was just going to leave again. Winchesters don’t stick around.
The town was too clean. There was nothing interesting about it. All the people were the same, and there was nothing important about it. There was no reason to latch on and never let go. Sam only had one year left-one more year of bouncing around and changing schools and then he would be free. He could go to college, get a degree, a career, and have a normal life. He would probably then move to a town like Sunnydale, where no one knew his name, and he would be out. He would be free and safe, and that, most days, was all he could think about. He tried to use that to drive him to put up with the constant moving and hunting. If he could see the light at the end of the tunnel, it made the obstacles in between all the easier.
Still, there was the part of him who wanted friends. He wanted his family to be a real family, to have a house that he could invite his friends over to. He wanted the things that other kids had, and he knew that he was never going to have it. Not while Dad was hunting this demon. It’s hard not to try and latch on when he meets new people, to settle into a school and teachers, and hope that he’ll actually be able to stick out the rest of the year. To meet people like Willow, or even Buffy, despite the awkward that had come with it, and entertain the idea of having friends. He wanted these things, so badly that when he could almost taste them, he started to get his hopes up.
He knew the track record for Sunnydale. He knew that from what they could track, there was the chance that there was way more demonic activity in this town than they were letting on, which meant that there was also the chance that they could stick around longer and Sam might be able to have that life he was looking for, but he also knew that his dad wouldn’t let them sit still that long. He was still so focused on finding the demon, that there was no way they could stay that long on the job. And there was still the chance that the rumors about Sunnydale weren’t true.
There was still that part of him that wouldn’t let go.
He made his way back to the motel room from the high school on foot, just giving himself some time to sort his thoughts out. He had said that his brother was there to pick him up, but Dean was still on the road, and probably didn’t get in yet. He was used to walking home, and being on his own. He had been on his own long enough already. He was looking forward to the salad he picked up from the fast food joint on the way home, a long night of studying to catch up with his classes, and maybe a little bit of TV before crashing out.
However, when he walked up to the motel and saw the Impala parked outside, he knew that his plans for the night were going to take a trip sideways. He stuck his key in the door, before poking his head inside and smirking at the double cheeseburger and pie sitting on the table.
“Dean?”
He knew it was going to be like every other school he went to. They’d stay for two weeks, Dad and Dean would take care of whatever demon or monster that happened to be lurking around town, and then they’d take off again, head to the next city on the map. There was no point in making friends, no point in trying to make this place home, because he was just going to leave again. Winchesters don’t stick around.
The town was too clean. There was nothing interesting about it. All the people were the same, and there was nothing important about it. There was no reason to latch on and never let go. Sam only had one year left-one more year of bouncing around and changing schools and then he would be free. He could go to college, get a degree, a career, and have a normal life. He would probably then move to a town like Sunnydale, where no one knew his name, and he would be out. He would be free and safe, and that, most days, was all he could think about. He tried to use that to drive him to put up with the constant moving and hunting. If he could see the light at the end of the tunnel, it made the obstacles in between all the easier.
Still, there was the part of him who wanted friends. He wanted his family to be a real family, to have a house that he could invite his friends over to. He wanted the things that other kids had, and he knew that he was never going to have it. Not while Dad was hunting this demon. It’s hard not to try and latch on when he meets new people, to settle into a school and teachers, and hope that he’ll actually be able to stick out the rest of the year. To meet people like Willow, or even Buffy, despite the awkward that had come with it, and entertain the idea of having friends. He wanted these things, so badly that when he could almost taste them, he started to get his hopes up.
He knew the track record for Sunnydale. He knew that from what they could track, there was the chance that there was way more demonic activity in this town than they were letting on, which meant that there was also the chance that they could stick around longer and Sam might be able to have that life he was looking for, but he also knew that his dad wouldn’t let them sit still that long. He was still so focused on finding the demon, that there was no way they could stay that long on the job. And there was still the chance that the rumors about Sunnydale weren’t true.
There was still that part of him that wouldn’t let go.
He made his way back to the motel room from the high school on foot, just giving himself some time to sort his thoughts out. He had said that his brother was there to pick him up, but Dean was still on the road, and probably didn’t get in yet. He was used to walking home, and being on his own. He had been on his own long enough already. He was looking forward to the salad he picked up from the fast food joint on the way home, a long night of studying to catch up with his classes, and maybe a little bit of TV before crashing out.
However, when he walked up to the motel and saw the Impala parked outside, he knew that his plans for the night were going to take a trip sideways. He stuck his key in the door, before poking his head inside and smirking at the double cheeseburger and pie sitting on the table.
“Dean?”