Runaway-Sabriel AU

Runaway

Sam's POV

"I'm done! I'm sick of this life! I don't want this anymore, Dad!" Sam screamed, shoving clothes into a satchel.

"Well, I'm sorry, but you don't get a choice. This is what we do!" John yelled.

"This is MY life, and I sure as hell get a choice, and I choose to leave!"

"Oh, yeah? Where are you going to go? You can't just leave this life, you've got nothing without us, nothing!" John retorted, as Sam zipped up his bag.

"I don't care! I can't do this anymore, and I don't care what I end up doing, as long as it isn't this!"

Sam slammed the door of his room behind him, and marched downstairs with only his bag.

"Fine!" John said. "Leave, and see how far that gets you, but just remember not to come crying back to me when this stupid 'plan' of yours fails."

"Fine!" Sam screamed, standing at the door. Without another word, without so much of a goodbye, he stormed out. He planned to catch a bus to his Uncle Bobby's, who lived far enough away that he could get away from John, but not too far, that it would be hard for Sam to find him.

Sam walked to the bus stop and got on the first bus towards where Bobby lived. After a few hours, in which he alternated reading and resting, he got off at what he believed was the right stop, and then realized he didn't know how to get to Bobby's house from the bus stop.

The day's events finally caught up to him, and to his horror, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He wiped the tears from his cheeks, and hurried in a random direction that he thought seemed familiar.

After hours of wandering, he realized how late it was and decided he'd have better luck tomorrow. He noticed that he was near a playground, and having no better option, he curled up inside the slide. He was grateful that the slide had a sort of 'roof' over it, so that nobody would see him unless they looked directly up the mouth of the slide. He pulled out a jacket from his bag and covered himself with it, and rested his head on his backpack as a makeshift pillow.

He settled in for a rough night.

Sam woke up the next morning to the sound of raindrops pounding against the rounded roof of the slide. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, trying to sit up but falling back down as soon as he hit his head.

Rubbing his head, he slowly slid down the slide, taking his bag with him. He stood up once he hit the bottom, and stretched out his legs and arms.

He pulled out his jacket and covered himself with it, and strode off in a random direction.

After a few hours of searching, he thought he found the right house, and he almost collapsed with relief.

He walked up to it and rang the doorbell, only to be greeted by a short man around his age, with golden hair and a lollipop in his mouth. Sam's shoulder's sagged with disappointment, and he turned away, but before he could walk off, the man called out to him.

"Hey, hey wait! Who are you? Why are you here?" He grabbed onto Sam's shoulder and Sam turned.

"I-I'm sorry, I just must have gotten the wrong house. I was looking for a Bobby Singer, but he's not here clearly," Sam stammered, unsure under the gaze of the other guy.

"Bobby Singer? Yeah, he's the guy who owned this place before me, but he moved out after his wife died, I think her name was Karen or something like that?" The other guy wondered, thoughtful, while Sam's mood sunk even lower. Karen had been like a mother to him, and Bobby had loved her very much, no wonder he had left.