Sam had never foreseen this when he’d dreamt of escape,
freedom; a future where he had a place in the real world,
separate from Dad and the life he’d determined to make Sam lead.
This went against all the rules he’d set down in his mind; that
if he just broke free the ghosts and demons of his childhood
nightmares wouldn’t touch him again.
Instead the wreck of that life coated him in grime and ash. He
felt the heavy weight of Dean’s stare on his back and knew he’d
lied to himself from the start. He’d never broken free.