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A day of firsts
Supernatural, Hug, Sam, Dean
jedimagnet09
I have decided to try to put my stories on LJ as well as using ff.net because ff.net is being a pain and won't let me update my stories and I'm impatient and don't know how to fix it......  So......yeah, if anyone has any advice on how to do that, it would be appreciated!  Anyway, I'm going to work on getting my stories posted on here, probably starting with the one I'm currently working on and then work on organizing everything because I'm just OCD like that.  :)

 

Loneliness
Supernatural, Hug, Sam, Dean
jedimagnet09
Okay, so this is an experiment. I wrote this story this morning because I was feeling depressed and crappy and I've decided to use it as a test piece to see how posting fics works on here and what it looks like and stuff. Um......please be nice, I have no idea if this is good or not.....I felt really crappy when I wrote it......so, yeah......Anyway, here it is! :)
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  From a young age, Sam had never understood how you could feel alone, lonely, in a room full of people.
  He was never alone.
  Dean was always by his side when he wasn't at school. When he was at school, there were hundreds of people around him.
  Sometimes, his dad was there too.
  Yet......
  There was more to loneliness than the physical aspect of being alone.
  Sam might not know physical loneliness, but emotionally? Mentally?
  He had always been alone.
  Something set him apart from others, always.
  His friends at school would never understand why he was solemn, why he had such strict rules. They would never understand what he had seen. The monsters he had faced. The true evil he had been forced to accept the existence of and battle. The agony he had felt.
  They never truly understood what it was like to keep a secret.
  He didn't know what it was like not to live a lie.
  His family would never understand him. He wanted normal. He wanted peace and safety. He was so exhausted. He was tired of being afraid. He was tired of living this lie. They didn't understand that hunting was killing him. Some deep part of him would never be the same, could never be the same. Hunting would kill him someday and Sam had a sinking feeling that that day wasn't really far off. Or worse? It would kill his dad. It would kill Dean. And then he'd be physically alone too.
  They had never truly understood what it was like to live with fear constantly, yet not relish the hunt, not relish the chance to reliquish that fear by proving your prowess, proving that you're stronger than the monster you face.
  Sam didn't understand how to face that monster without eventually becoming one himself.
  Yet.....
  Sam was a natural optimist. Despite his loneliness, despite his fear, he still believed that things had to be okay. He had to believe that something was looking out for them, that some higher power was guiding the Winchester family.
  He had to believe that their was some way to escape this life without alienating his family.
  He didn't want to choose between his own sanity, his own happiness, and his family.
  He wasn't sure what he would choose if it came down to that.
  He wasn't sure he could live this life much longer.
  Yet.....
  He was a man of faith. He had been for years. There was a reason he had gotten along so well with Pastor Jim. There was a reason he had enjoyed every moment spent in the pastor's company.
  Pastor Jim offered something Sam needed.
  Something to believe in.
  Hope.
  An explanation, something to put his faith in.
  The opportunity to believe that he was never alone, because Pastor Jim taught that God was always looking out for them.
  And when his family wasn't around?
  Pastor Jim told Sam that angels were looking out for him.
  Sam had to believe that he wasn't alone.
  If that was taken away from him?
  There would be no turning back.
  There would be no Sam Winchester anymore.
  Just an empty shell with a gun, a car, and a mission.
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I hope you liked this!  If you have any advice on how to make this story better or the editing better or.....whatever (specifically tips on how to use livejournal for this) then please comment!  :)