Sammy... Where Were You When I Needed You?

Where It All Began.

Sam and I go way back, we've known each other since we were kids, despite him constantly moving, we always had a way to talk to each other. He was the type of kid to take everyone into consideration, Sam has a big heart.

I knew about the family business, I never told anyone else because, I swore to Sam I would never and he didn't need people teasing him for something else. We both knew he wasn't normal, although he desired to be. I didn't give a shit about Sam being normal or not, I was going to love Sam regardless. When I could, I would try my best to help stand up for Sam, but he was a tough kid and I was the same size as Sam. He and I would have our fall outs but, we always came to an agreement in the end. We had constant on and off feelings for each other, I loved him dearly.

Sam had to transfer schools often, all the way up until he attended college. I was very happy that he got accepted into Stanford. That's where he met Jessica, they were so damn cute. Was I jealous... yes, but I stayed happy for them. Sam was happy and so was Jessica, so I was going to be too. When Jessica died, he told me about it, I felt bad for him, I could hear the sorrow and heartbreak in his voice. It was hard for me to hear Sam in this state because, I wasn't used to him being this way.

Sam told me that he was leaving with Dean, for business reasons, out of respect I didn't ask for details. I told him to take care of himself and to take care of Dean, even though Dean would be the only with the significantly closer eye on Sam. After about six months of his journey with Dean, he called me, telling me that he was okay and so was Dean. It was amazing hearing from them, Sam told me maybe we could meet up sometime and of course I agreed. And that was the last time, in a long time, I heard from Sam.