Sorry I have written in a while. I haven't had the time to. And now I don't know if I will have time again…just read and review.

Sam had walked in the motel room after a long day at school. He wished he never had to go back there again, the kids were mean to him and picked on him. Why? He often asked himself why he was the outcast of every school he went too. Why girls didn't like him, why no one wanted to be friends.

Now look at Sam, the vessel of Lucifer, strong and powerful, how could any of those losers hurt him now? Unless they were hunters then there was an exception. No. He would just shove their asse's in the dirt.