A/N: This one got a little depressing. Sorry about that. Hope you all enjoy it anyway!

"Come on Dean, it's time to move out. Sammy's already in the car," John yelled for his older son. He pushed the door to the small apartment they had been renting open to see Dean staring into the distance. "What's the matter?"

"Why do we move so much?" Dean asked, his voice just above a whisper.

John sighed, coming up behind his son and placed a hand on his shoulder. He'd had this same conversation before. Five times in fact. Five out of the last eight they had moved. Dean knew why they moved around so much. He claimed he understood the need to do so, but still he asked.

"We go where we're needed. And right now, Bobby has a hunt for us two states over in Nevada."

"Why us?"

"Someone has to protect people, and not everyone knows what we know."

"There are other hunters. They could go," Dean looked up at John, his green eyes pleading.

"We're closest, and we have a job to do. Winchesters don't back down. They do what they have to do and shut up about it." As soon as the words left his mouth, John knew they had been wrong. He felt Dean's shoulder tense under his hand before the sixteen year old jerked away.

"Yes, sir."

"Dean, I know you don't like moving. I know it's hard. But after what happened to your mom, I can't live knowing what killed her is still out there. And until I can find it, I'm going to stop as many evil sons of bitches as I can."

Dean glanced at his dad out of the corner of his eye. He knew all this, had heard it dozens of times before. He understood the need to find what had killed Mary. He accepted that this was the only thing keeping John going at times. He just didn't have to like it. He didn't have to like constantly being the 'new kid' in school. He didn't have to like not having friends. He didn't have to like not having a mom or a dad with a normal 9-5 job. And he certainly didn't have to like seeing his little brother suffer from being uprooted multiple times a school year and never fitting in.

But not liking things didn't change them any. He nodded and headed towards the door. He passed the couch where he and Sam had sat doing homework. The television that had crappy cable but got some excellent old scary movies late at night. The kitchen he had cooked seemingly endless cans of Spaghetti-O's and bowls of Cocoa Puffs. The scratched wooden table where he had stitched up his dad after a hunt or night at a bar that got rough.

He paused with his hand on the door handle. This wasn't a home. It was just a place, and they'd be going to another place, then another. This was their life, and Winchesters did what they had to and shut up about it.

A/N: I think this happened because I'm leaving for AF basic training tomorrow. And on that note, this is going to be my last update for at least 3 months. Because of that I'm going to put 'Hiatus' in my summary. Hopefully I'll get back to writing soon. But if you think I update slow now, just wait until I actually have to do something productive with my life. Before I left you all, I just wanted to say how much I appreciated all of the PMs, reviews, story alerts, and story favorites. Even though the show is getting a little too far out there for my liking, I will forever love the early seasons and the extreme hottness that is the Winchester brothers. And I will definately forever love all of you that were with me for the 2 years! Thanks so much!

BTW: you should totally review this chapter too. Give me something to look forward to after 8 weeks of Hel...military training. Thanks again!