They call me the Anti-Christ

It had been almost two years since Sam had stood in the doorway to Lana's home. Two years since he had wished her goodbye to go off and fight the devil. Fifteen months since he had sent her his Ipod with a goodbye audio file on it. And apparently when he had come out without a soul, he either had not come back, or he had but had screwed up royally.

Either way, now that he was himself again, he knew he needed to see her. He needed to let her know he was alive and that the devil was gone. To see just how her life had changed after that, and most of all, to just see if she was happy.

Leaving his brother at the motel a few towns over, Sam parked the Impala on the street and walked up to her door, and knocked on it gently. He turned a bit to look around the neighborhood as he waited for her to answer, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

He just hoped this wasn't a big mistake.

Dean had the letter, left in the glove box with his own. It was an eventuality - if Anna ever got her memories of them back. Words he felt needed to be told to her after he was gone, whether it was a week, year, or ten years later. And it came by mail one day since Dean couldn't hand it over himself.

( Letter to Anna )

ooc: Dean is winchesterjerk

The night before it all went down, Sam tucked letters away that he was writing while Dean was out getting dinner. But as he got to Lana's, his fingers just tapped on the paper until finally he tossed it down. He looked over at his stuff on the dresser and got up, grabbing the Ipod off the top. He looked for the recording function, then sat at the edge of the bed. He hesitated for a moment, then hit start...

( For Lana... )

He actually makes a cute little action figure.

Though when you realize he's holding a knife in the "kill" position, it becomes hard to believe that he's actually an angel...

He had gone into hiding further than he had before, squatting now in some abandoned ranch house in nowhereville, Texas. These were the times he was grateful for the satellite internet card that he had on his computer that was linked to his cell phone account. At least he had the internet to amuse him while he was alone.

There was also a small lake out behind the house, and after checking the water for possible contaminates, he took to doing a bit of skinny dipping and caught his first bath in days. Which of course made it so that he couldn't hear his phone ring, and came back to seeing that he had a voicemail.

He hesitated, then went to listen to it. If it was Dean or Bobby, he needed to know. But it wasn't either of them. It was Faith, and from the sound of it, she was running scared.

His thumb hesitated over the calling back button. He knew he wasn't going to be of any help to her. She was strong and able to take care of herself, right? Hell, she all but boasted about it to the world.

But why was she calling him for help then?

Tossing the towel onto the back of a chair, he finished getting dressed, then went and picked up the phone. If anything, he could give her some over the phone advice.

After what happened that night, Sam couldn't risk it. Lucifer was trying to find him, and it was only Castiel's etchings in his ribs that was keeping him safe.

But how long that was going to last, Sam didn't know. He didn't know, and the idea that Lucifer would do anything to get into him scared him more than he had ever felt before. So he did what he had to and broke all the remaining ties that he had with people besides Bobby - he swore long ago not to shut Bobby out ever - packed up his gear and got out of town before the sun was even up.

He left a goodbye note for Lindsay, apologizing for what had happened to her. He had started to like her, just as a friend and he had already nearly gotten her killed. Not again. Not to her... or anyone else.

After that, anyone who tried to call Sam - except Bobby and the rare instance that Dean would want to reach out - they would get this.



ooc: not going on hiatus. Sam is just going into hiding in canon verses until at least next Thursday. No guarantees he will respond either.