hope's kinda the point
- Jared Padalecki
It started by accident, his fascination with running. He was twelve and he was gonna run away from home. Away from Dad, away from Dean, away from everything that made him hate the reflection that looked back at him in the mirror every damn morning.
He didn’t want another school, didn’t want to be ghost to another foreign town, didn’t want to wake up in a different bed–one that could never mold to his body, because he didn’t sleep in it long enough. Dean said he would talk to Dad, but Dad still came home and barked orders to pack it up and Dean fell in line, just like the good soldier he always was.
But not Sam, Sam couldn’t take it another single day.
His body was out the front door with his backpack slung over his shoulder and his feet hit the pavement, taking him far away from the black hole that his life had always been. Away from everything, from everyone. His feet beating in time with his heart, running so fast, he thought maybe if he spread his arms, they might turn into wings and launch him into the sky itself.
He ran and ran and ran, felt like he had run for hours–for days. But in reality he had run a little under a mile, his lungs burning as his eyes blinked back tears to see the glowing lights of the gas station he’d been to a dozen or so times.
A few minutes later, the familiar roar of the impala had pulled up into the parking lot. He had expected it to be John, but was relieved to see just Dean. Dean who was barely old enough to legally drive by himself, but Dean did scarier things behind the butt of a gun already and besides, he was no rookie behind the wheel.
Somehow Sam found himself back in the impala, Dean’s free arm wrapped over his shoulder and his thumb soothing circles on his arm. Dean whispering a thousand “I know’s” and “We’ll talk to him’s” and “You scared the hell out of me’s”.
And ever since then, when the road becomes too much–when the anxiety creeping under his ribs starts to feel like it is eating him alive, when his mind is clouded and noisy, he laces up his shoes and runs. Runs as far as his body will carry him. Runs for the silence, for the freedom, for the burn of his lungs that tells him he’s still alive.
Keeps running until he finds himself all over again.
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This is such a great insight and a great way to interpret Sam’s running habits. I love it so much, Anon. I love how you’re writing Sam so much. I DON’T DESERVE YOU, ANON. HUHU. THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Have some Winsync. ;) (x)
I call this, Random Painful Scenes (1/?)
VanCon 2015 Gold Tickets for Sale
As a lot of you know (or maybe you don’t, oops) I won’t be able to go to VanCon because the Canadian Embassy here sucks. Lelz. So yeah, I’m selling my ticket. Also, I’m gonna be using the money I get from this so I can go to VegasCon next year instead.
Here’s what you get for the Gold Weekend Package:
My seat is at I23, so here:
My parents have agreed to sell it at $500. That’s like $200 less than the original price. Please contact me if you’re interested.
I also have a Jared & Jensen Photo Op. I’m selling that for $200.
The Gold Weekend Package has been sold out for a while, so you know, this is a good deal.
Message me for any questions!
Hello friends, check out my finals project for Information Design and Comm. D:
Its a beginner’s guide to hunting, btw. :)))
Am I supposed to call them seraphs or low-ranking angels?
And is there anything else I should add?
Jared Love Week ♥ Day 7: Jared + Remake of this.
↳ Happy Birthday to the sunshine in our lives, Jared Padalecki <3
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