Sam Winchester

Sam had run into trouble along the way to Sarah's and had gotten sidetracked. He just hoped now she'd still want to see him as he pulled up in front of her place. He sat in the car for a good several minutes debating knocking, or leaving while he was ahead. Fingers idly drummed on the steering wheel, he was still getting used to having the Impala, even if she would never be called his Impala, in his mind even though he was gone? She was still Dean's Impala, He missed his brother and sighed a moment looking up at the house again.

I really hate today a lot.

So hard to do this alone.

It might be time to put the hunting behind me.

I don't know if I can go on without him.