Sam had started to go to some shrink in town. Obviously his dad thought that his homosexually and incestuous relationship to his brother could be cured by some woman who thought she knew Sam’s head.
He’d lost weight, and even if his mom seemed worried, John didn’t even look at him twice. And Dean hadn’t called, nor texted. Nothing. Sam had ruined it when he flipped.
He knew it was a stupid thing to run away from home at the age he was in. But fuck- he wasn’t staying there anymore. It was turning into summer and he could walk around at midnight with jeans and a t-shirt, the heat almost unbearable even at night.
He knew were Greg lived, so he also knew the basement Dean was renting. He’d been planning to go there, but now he wasn’t sure. Dean must’ve hated him. He stopped by the house and glanced at his clock on his phone. 1AM. He breathed out nervously before he looked back up. Five minutes he stood there, before he turned around and walked the other way.
When he woke up, he’d obviously fallen asleep by the huge park in the middle of town. Under a tree, with his jacket tucked around himself and bag as a pillow. The clock was six in the morning, and first now he was shivering and freezing. Obviously it had been raining.
Before he could regret it he walked back to Greg’s house and down towards his basement, knocking on the door as he hoped Dean would be there. He was shivering, felt dizzy and his hair was still damp and wet at the tips.