They call me the Anti-Christ

ooc: takes place after this

Sam was gone the moment he knew Bobby was on the phone with Dean. It could only end one way - Dean would come to Bobby's to get him. Bobby knew how to keep a demon captive. Sam wasn't stupid. Dean would tell Bobby to make sure Sam didn't leave and Bobby would do it so Sam had to leave now before Dean said that.

He kept moving, not sure where to go, but he always found trees that would support him as he sat in them and tried to think of what he could do to keep himself from being caught. But he didn't stay still long because Dean was a good hunter and Sam knew that Dean would find him eventually but he wanted it to be a long time eventually so Dean wouldn't be as mad as he had to be now.

One of the trees he ended up in was in the middle of Texas, and Sam was leaning in it when he saw a woman with blonde hair go by. He tilted his head, then got out of the tree and started to follow her through the streets. When he got close enough, he got to look at her face, but it wasn't who he thought it was and backed away before the woman could yell at him and hit him with her bag.

He kept looking, feeling that he knew she was somewhere close by, and so he started to think about her in his head, and he saw a house in his mind and so he went to find it and soon was standing at the front door and knocked. He rubbed his arm nervously, not sure if Nellie lived here but he saw the house and it felt like she did. He hoped she did.

He and Dean had gotten to New York last Friday night, so Sam had made arrangements to meet Nellie for coffee after he got a few hours of sleep. There was a Starbucks across from Central Park and while Dean played Meet the Parents, Sam slipped out from Anna's place and made his way to meet her.

He sat on a brick wall outside the store, hands in his pockets as he waited to see the familiar face in the sea of strangers. He instinctively pulled the jacket tighter around him, still getting used to the cold after having been nice in Tijuana.