Author's notes: So I have decided to redo the first chapter of the story but it shouldn't really make that much of a difference.

Sam looked out the window of the speeding impala looking at the lights as they speed by them in the dark. The sound of mullet rock blared through the car but he was used to it, he ignored it well. He sighed louder than he meant to.

"Dude if you say anything about the soccer thing, I swear." Sam took his eyes off the road and looked to the passenger's seat. His brother wasn't looking at him but he looked mad. It looked even scarier with the black eye. His father didn't say anything just kept his eyes on the road. Sam didn't say anything and just looked back out the window. He knew that he shouldn't be feeling this way. Soccer was just a game and tonight they had saved lives and that should be more important. But he was just so tired of this life, so tired of the blood, and screaming, and the fighting he craved normal like nothing else. He had a soccer game championship he had missed for this hunt and he had spent the entire ride there complaining about having to hunt instead of going to his soccer game. Or he had until his dad had yelled at him to shut up and that hunting was more important than a game.

He didn't feel much like complaining now though because all it would do would start another argument with his father and that was all they seemed to do these days was fight. Sam looked at a sign and saw they were almost home, well, where they were staying for now. He had never had a home, the closest thing he had ever had to a home was the Impala.

He looked at Dean again, and then back to his dad. His brother loved his dad and would always be the good obedient son. Sam on the other would always be the one who fought his dad on everything big or little, he was growing tired of fighting day and night with him. He just wanted to be done and so he had thought of a way out. He had applied for several scholarships and Stanford had given him a full ride. He had had the scholarship letter for a few days now, at first he hadn't been sure of whether or not he would go. The more they hunted and the more he and his dad fought the more he leaned toward going.

The car stopped and Sam looked up. They apparently had gotten off the freeway while he had been lost in the thought and were now stopped at a traffic light. Sam eyes caught his brother's eye again and winced. He didn't know why his brother's black eye bothered him more than usual. Dean had worse injuries than that, all of them had, but he guessed it was just a reminder of their lifestyle that wasn't easily covered up.

It wasn't long before they were back at their apartment. From the outside, it looked much worse than the inside of the building. The building was painted a mossy green and the windows had orange trim, but it was in good shape it just had an unfortunate color scheme. He heard the doors open and got out as well. Sam went to the back of the car waited for Dean to grab his bag, then grabbed his own duffel bag, slung it over his shoulder and made his way up the stairs to their apartment. He saw Dean unlocking the door and stood a few steps behind him.

A few moments later the door was opened and Dean went through without holding the door open for Sam like Dean usually did. He guessed that Sam must have really annoyed Dean with all the complaining on the way there. He could admit (if only to himself ) that his complaining the entire way there had been childish and mostly to make his Dad angry. Although part of it had been him lamenting the fact that it seemed that he had no choice in his life.

He opened the door for himself, walked in and made his way to his and Dean's room, which was empty at the moment flopped onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The Motorhead and the AC/DC posters were in the corners of his eyes. He heard the door open not long after and heard his brother sit down on his bed as well. He took out his phone and looked to see several missed calls, all probably from his teammates, he didn't really want to know what they had to say at the moment.

"You know Dad's right don't you?" Dean asked.

"Dean," Sam warned, he didn't really want to talk at the moment not about this, he just wanted silence until he fell asleep.

"Saving people's much more important than a soccer game."

"I know that Dean!" he said much sharper than he meant to. He looked over at Dean who was working on cleaning his guns.

"I'm sorry Dean... it's just...do you really want to do this for the rest of your life?"

"Yes," Dean said without any hesitation. Sam hadn't really expected any other answer but he still felt surprised, but he knew that should have expected that answer. He hadn't known his mother, not the way his dad and brother had. It made sense they would want revenge for her death. All Sam wanted to do was live, live a normal life and yet it seemed like that was a crime. He couldn't stay here in this apartment anymore. Sam felt like he couldn't breathe. He needed air. He needed to get out.

"I'm going for a walk."

"It's night," Sam rolled his eyes

"No really," he said quietly he took a 45 out of his duffel and stuck in the back of his jeans. "I'll be back in a bit." he made his way into the main room and saw his dad sitting there watching TV. He wasn't really in the mood for another yelling match, but his dad turned around a little when he got close to the door.

"Where are you going?" he demanded.

"Out," Sam said shortly.

"No, you're not."

"Dad I need to take a walk. I have a 45 and a cell phone, please just let me take a walk. I'll be back soon," Sam asked nearly begged. He needed to get out of the apartment to have some alone time and some clean air.

"Alright, but be quick."

"Yes sir," Sam said and tried to say it as respectfully as he could. He unlocked the various locks they had on the door and closed it. It was kind of a chilly night, but there was no way he was going back inside in case his dad changed his mind. Instead, he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and walked down the stairs, and started walking in a random direction.

The area wasn't very dangerous. In fact, most of the people in the sleepy town left their front doors unlocked. It wasn't human monsters his father had been worried about, it was the inhuman ones. Despite the fact that there were no signs that there were Inhumans in the area, but his dad was very cautious.

He had walked for a good 10 minutes until he had made his way to a small bridge before he stopped. Sam stared down at the water. The water was dark since it was night and he could see the crescent moon reflected in the water. He was so tired of fighting. Sam had to get out. Sam just had to. He just wanted to be normal. Why was that such a bad thing to want to be?

"I wish I was normal," he whispered so softly he could hardly hear it himself. That's when his phone rang. He knew even before he answered it who it would be.

"Sam, come back now," his father voice barked. Sam sighed, he knew Dean might phrase it nicer, but it wouldn't be long before he called either. He would usually argue with his father but he was too tired. Just tired of everything, tired of this life.

"On my way sir," he said softly and heard a click of the phone being hung up. He sighed and looked back at the water for a moment before making his way back the apartment.

Unbeknownst to Sam, someone had heard his wish. The trickster who Sam would eventually have tried to kill specifically. The trickster like most supernatural creatures had heard of the Winchesters. How they killed what they thought were monsters. How the two oldest at least seemed to take pleasure in it. But the trickster knew that with the life the youngest Winchester lived eventually he would probably become like the older two. So he couldn't resist when he heard the youngest member of the family wish to be normal.

"Wish granted," he smiled.

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