Priestly sat alone on the edge of the footpath, a few metres away from the motel room where Faith, Sam and Dean were sleeping. He'd been struggling with his decision for the last month, wondering if it had been the right thing to do. He now understood that what his father - not his father - what Ty had done was wrong, but he'd also grown up, thinking that man was his family. And that his actual family were the enemy. He was still getting used to that.
With Dean and Faith it was no problem. Dean was turning out to be the cool uncle, or cool older brother that he'd always longed for when he'd been growing up alone in that horrible dimension. And Faith... well, he couldn't deny that he wasn't completely a mama's boy. He felt a strange bond with her straight away, something he hadn't felt with Ty, or Dean or even Sam, and he couldn't bear to disappoint her, not now that they were finally reunited. Of course, Dean loved to give him crap about being such a baby when it came to Faith, but he didn't mind. He was proud of his Mom, and no amount of snickering from his Uncle Dean was going to change that.
Sam - Dad - on the other hand... it was different with him. Sometimes he felt like Sam was looking for something deeper in him, something evil. And it made him feel uncomfortable. Of course, the fact that he'd been told his whole life that Sam was evil didn't really help things either. But he felt like Sam didn't trust him, not completely anyway. And so things were constantly tense there. And as far as he was concerned, Sam was an emotional basketcase at times, and he didn't really need that as a father.
But still, there was this amazing feeling now that he was part of a family - a family he'd tried to kill - but a family. He just hoped that eventually, they'd stop looking at him like he would change his mind. Because no amount of saying sorry would ever really fix the situation.
But for now... he belonged. As dysfunctional as it could be at times, it was his family. And he couldn't walk away from that now.