Hell-bound | Sam Winchester

Ch.15

I rooted through my bag to find Sam's shirt again, deciding I would wear it again seen as it was going to be a long night in alone. Sam and Dean would probably not be coming back any time soon, if at all tonight. They would both easily find a lady friend so I wasn't betting on either of them showing up. Just as I was about to make my way into the bathroom, the gun that Dean had handed me the other day caught my eye. Hesitantly, I grabbed it and took it into the bathroom. I wasn't taking any chances from now on. 

My bath soon filled, so I slipped off my clothes and climbed in. It was nice to have a bit of time to myself, to pretend I didn't know about the hunter life and how much my life was about to change. I laid there for awhile, just thinking. 

When does it end? When do you finally throw in the towel? Bobby is still doing it, only just though. Are you meant to be a hunter until the day you die? I want children, and a house and hopefully a happy marriage. How do I do that? Or can I not? Have my options for the future drastically changed since leaving Bobby's with the Winchesters?

I had so many questions, all of which will be left unanswered, at least for a little while. I soaked for a little longer, trying to avoid getting the cut on my arm too wet, before deciding to wash my hair. I reached over and grabbed the motel shampoo off the side of the bath, squeezing it into my hand. 

Is this really the life that Bobby wanted me to have? I rarely see him happy, so why would he want me to be the same way?

I was getting lost in my thoughts too much, thinking about things that were unnecessary. I rinsed the shampoo and then ran conditioner throughout my hair before then washing that out. I sighed and pulled at the plug, letting the water drain out. I reached for a towel and quickly attempted to slightly towel dry my hair before wrapping it around me and fastening it just under my armpit. I stepped out of the shower and just as I leant over to get my clothes, I heard the front door shut rather loudly. 

I didn't lock the door? I didn't lock the door! Who could that even be? Sam and Dean must have only been gone an hour by now so it shouldn't be them. Oh no. 

I impulsively grabbed for the gun that I had thankfully brought with me. My heart began racing at what felt like a million miles per hour. I'm going to die. This is literally it. I've been on two cases, barley, and now I'm going to die in a motel bathroom. In a towel!? Oh god. I reached forward and grabbed onto the door handle. Oh god I don't want to do this. OK. Calm down. I turned the door knob and swung open the door, holding the gun out in front of me. I could hear a chair slide across the wooden floor as I rounded the corner to look into the main part of the room. I could just see the edge of the table, but the chairs were out of sight. "Whoever you are, I have a gun" I yell out as I leapt forward, only to be met with Sam sat at the table eating a snack looking half scared to death. 

"Are you joking! I thought I was going to die" I yell, slightly angry, but also slightly relieved as I make me way to the table and slam the gun onto the side. "Really? You were going to try and scare away an intruder, while wearing a towel?" Sam laughed, beginning to eat his snack again. "Ugh" I sigh and walk back towards the bathroom.  I dropped the towel into the now empty bath and pulled on Sam's t-shirt that he let me keep, which came down to my mid thigh.I walked back out of the bathroom and sat across from him at the table. "So, did you not pull a lady? Or are just really quick in the sack" I say nudging him and giggling to myself. "Ha-Ha, you're so funny" he said, trying to keep a straight face "But I wasn't interested in even trying". "Why?" I asked, intrigued. "That's not my thing, and even if it was - there were no women there I would have wanted to hook up with" Sam said, opening a newspaper. "Oh, well... that's fair enough - would have thought you and Dean wouldn't even have to try" I say, smirking. "A girl did approach me, but I told her I wasn't interested" He shrugged. "Hmm, did Dean find anyone?" I asked changing the subject slightly. "Almost immediately" Sam chuckled to himself. "I wouldn't have expected any different" I laughed, "I guess were alone tonight then" I state, causing Sam to look up at me. "Yea, looks like" I nods. Why is my heart racing? Am I going to have a heart attack? OK maybe slightly dramatic... 

Sam closed his paper after a while of silence and looked over at me twiddling my thumbs. "Bored?" He asked, I nod. "How do you do this, it's so boring" I state. He shrugged. "You get used to it, is my company not enough?" he said, laughing at the end. "Of course it is" I giggle. "Let's... get to know each other" I say, budging my chair closer to the table. "Really..." Sam said, seeming slightly fed up. "Come on, I feel like I'm travelling with strangers here. How are we supposed to become friends if we barley know each other" I plead. He clears his throat and sits up in his chair, "OK. Sure". 

"So, if I remember correctly. You went to Stanford?" I ask. "Uh, yeah" Sam said, his tone instantly changing. "That's impressive you know, I dropped out of school at 16, so never got the chance" I say, walking over to the mini fridge and pulling out a beer. "Why'd you drop out?" Sam asked, obviously steering away from a conversation about Stanford. "I had not long moved to South Dakota before I ended up in a foster home, so I got bullied a lot about that. I managed to stick it out a couple of years with Bobby, but it was just making me unhappy. Bobby agreed to let me drop out if I helped him out in the yard" I explained, Sam sympathetically looked at me. "Why did Bobby adopt you? Like I would have never imagined Bobby adopting a kid" Sam explained. He didn't know about me until he met me at the salvage yard a couple of weeks ago. 

"So my parents were actually born in South Dakota, and so they grew up near Bobby. They decided to move to London when my mother was pregnant, thinking it would be better there. By the time I was 6, my father had died of a drug overdose. It was expected if I'm honest, they both did a lot of drugs. My mother got herself clean and decided to move back to the US, but we never stayed in one place longer than 2 months. When I turned 13, we moved to South Dakota. Which is when I met Bobby. I'm not sure how he and my mother became friends, but they did. He babysat a lot, against his will obviously, while my mother went out partying and dating. We hadn't even been living there a year before she just didn't come home. We weren't worried, she had done it before, you know? She was just out of her mind drunk with her friends" I said, tears pricking my eyes at the thought of my 13 year old self, left alone in this world due to reckless people who didn't deserve children. "You don't have to carry on" Sam said sympathetically, seeing how difficult it was becoming. I took in a deep breath. "I haven't spoke about it since it happened, I kind of need to" I reply, looking up at him at the other side of the table, I hadn't even noticed I had been trying not to make eye contact. He nodded and smiled. 

"A couple of days later, the police showed up along with social services at Bobby's. They told me she had they had found my mother in a motel about 17 miles away. She had almost completely overdosed, she was in the hospital getting her stomach pumped. They told me to pack a bag because I was no longer allowed in my mothers custody. Bobby promised he would do whatever he could to help me and after 3 months of living in the foster home, Bobby finally came round, said he was trying to sort out adoption papers. It didn't seem very likely that it would happen, he was previously the town drunk, he didn't have a lot of money, and everyone saw him as a bit of a deadbeat. By some miracle, 9 months later he had officially adopted me. I kind of feel bad for him, he probably felt like he had no choice" I said, exhaling at the end. 

I hadn't spoke about this in so long and it was so good to let it out. 

"Have you, uh... seen your mother since?" Sam asked. This was getting deep. "On my eighteenth birthday, all of her details arrived in the post, her address, phone number. All of it. I didn't even have to think before I knew I wanted to see her, so I drove the 20 miles to her house. I saw her in her front garden, and she looked really content with her life. You know? Like she looked like she was finally clean of drugs and happy. And as I got out of Bobby's truck, I got a call from him, asking me when I would be home, as he wanted to cook my favourite meal for my birthday. And that's when I realised I didn't need her, as bad as it sounds. Bobby was there for me when he didn't even have to be, he took me in and he actually tried to be a dad to me. So I got back in the truck and went home to the only parent I'll ever need" I say, smiling at the thought of Bobby. 

He was a pain in my ass, and we argued sometimes. But I've never had someone in my life care about me as much as he did. And it was something I needed to remember. 

Hey! I know its still a little boring but I'm just trying to get Sam and AJ to know each other better so it can flow easier and so it doesn't feel fake. Also wanted the readers to understand her background a little more too :) Thanks <3