Sam took a deep breath in, re-tying his tie for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. He squinted at his reflection in the mirror, scrutinising his appearance. Had he missed any spots shaving? No. Was his hair looking somewhat professional? Yes. Was his designer (but obviously second-maybe third hand) suit looking okay? Yes. He took another deep breath and walked out of the bathroom.

Today marked his first day of interning at the prestigious law firm, Milton and Milton, and he was slightly nervous. Okay, slightly was an understatement… he was freaking out. He had been up all night long unable to sleep, worrying about every single possible thing that could go wrong today. Around 6am he had decided to just give up on catching a bit more sleep and had gotten up and started to get ready. By 7am he was fully dressed and heading down into the kitchen for some much needed coffee.

He walked into the kitchen in their small apartment, sighing as he switched the coffee maker on. The landlord had described the apartment as "cosy", which was really just a nice word for tiny. However he and his brother Dean just had to suck it up, what with them both being struggling students and all. The apartment was clean and located on campus so he couldn't complain. At least he would bring in a little cash from his new internship, providing he didn't monumentally screw it up like he kept imagining.

Sam was seated at the table, worshipping his steamy cup of caffeine when his brother stumbled into the kitchen.

"Goodmornin' Sammy" Dean greeted him, uncharacteristically cheery for this early in the morning. Come to think of it, Sam couldn't even remember the last time he had seen Dean awake this early, despite having an 8am class. "You ready for first day at your fancy little lawyer job?"

"Dean, you know it's just an internship. A three day a week internship. It doesn't even really classify as an actual job" Sam explained to him for what must have been the hundredth time.

"Don't be so damn modest, how many first year law students score an internship at one of America's wealthiest law firms?" Dean asked ruffling his hair affectionately and eliciting a mega bitch face from his younger brother, who promptly got up and left the room. Whatever, not my problem Dean thought.

He was over the moon with happiness today, firstly because his little brother had made such an awesome accomplishment and secondly because his most hated psychology lecturer, Professor Crowley, had up and left the college with no word of returning.

Dean loved learning about psychology; it was his favourite class by far except for his stupid professor. Crowley had just seemed to have it in for Dean since the start and was constantly picking on him, marking him down when he didn't deserve it and just being an insufferable jerk. Dean had given up on ever being on time to his 8am lecture on Tuesdays for the past few weeks, but since they were getting a new professor today, he decided that it wouldn't hurt to be on time.

Seeing as they lived on campus Dean had agreed to let Sam drive his precious Impala into his job for those three days a week. Dean wouldn't need it seeing as all his classes were already walking distance and it would save Sam an hour of commuting time that it would take him on public transport. Still, Sam was surprised his older brother had made the offer and stuck by it, so he drove with the utmost concentration and care. He parked the car in a huge underground garage, bought his parking ticket and went off to find the stairs up to the street.

He emerged onto a busy city sidewalk, already packed with businessmen scurrying every which way, briefcase in one hand and overly sweetened Starbucks coffee in the other. He walked briskly down the busy street, eventually finding himself in front of possibly the most regal looking building in the whole city. Surrounded by modern, glass skyscrapers this building looked more like a fancy hotel if anything, with large gold letters on the front reading "Milton and Milton, Lawyers. Est. 1905". The doors were adorned with intricate floral designs in gold and emerald green, with a matching carpet running through them, and smartly dressed security guards on either side. Sam walked up hesitantly and presented them with the badge he had been sent in the mail the previous week. The guards barely glanced at it before Sam was whisked through the doors and found himself in an extravagant lobby, complete with a fountain and several marble sculptures.

Okay, deep breaths, act confident and nothing will go wrong he thought to himself as he approached a pretty brunette secretary at the front desk.

"Good morning Sir and welcome to Milton and Milton Law Firm, how may I help you today?" The brunette enquired, smiling and batting her eyelashes at him.

"I…uh… Sam Winchester, I'm the new intern… I'm meant to be starting today" He managed to spit out.

The brunette laughed a little and gave him an even bigger smile "It's great to meet you Sam, my name is Ruby. Michael told me we were expecting an intern, if you'd like to take the elevator up to level 12 you'll find his office three doors down and on the left"

"Thanks Ruby, uh, I'll see you around" He said before making his way over to wait for the elevator. He stepped into it with four other businessmen, who seemed to be giving off an aura of success and professionalism that Sam one day hoped to possess himself. He pressed the number 12 button and they started their ascent. He was the last to get off, as 12 was the top floor of the building and evidently reserved for the bosses offices. The elevator doors opened up and he stepped off into a long corridor, he counted one door, two doors, and found the third on the left. It was dark, polished wood with "Michael Milton" written on a gold plaque in an elegant font. Oh well, here goes nothing he thought as he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Dean stepped out into the brisk morning air and began his walk to class. It was just a short 10 minute walk from their student housing, and he kept himself occupied thinking about the cute girl his friends Jo and Charlie were planning to introduce him to. Dean was a ladies man, that was for sure, and he never failed to have a pretty girl to fool around with. It had just been that way since high school, girls were really drawn to him and hey, he was not complaining. Dean had never really had a serious relationship before, unless you could count his 3 month fling with Lisa Braeden in his junior year at high school. Relationships were just too much effort. And he didn't like the idea of letting someone in to his heart and being vulnerable, he didn't want to get hurt, so he took up the role of the heartbreaker.

He arrived at his psychology class just as everyone was filing in. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this early. He slipped in with the other students and made his way to his usual seat at the back, where he was usually out of Crowley's radar. Something made him change his mind at the last minute though, maybe the promise of a new teacher – who could even end up being a hot older woman, Dean let himself hope a little – so he walked up to the second row and took a seat directly in the middle of the class.

He got his books out and opened a notebook on his desk, getting ready for the lecture to begin and achieving a few surprised looks from his fellow students. They weren't used to dean even opening a book in this particular class, hell he usually didn't even bring them, opting to just sit there and amuse himself playing games on his new iPhone. The students all settled in as the class doors slammed closed behind a dark haired man in a trench coat, who walked up and assumed his place before the class, writing something along the blackboard. Damn, Dean thought, No hot older woman for me.

The man with the trench coat finished writing his name on the board, Professor Novak. Just as he was turning around and Dean was wondering who the hell even wore trench coats anymore, he caught a glimpse of the man's deep blue, seemingly bottomless eyes. Dean froze, mouth half open, and stared in awe.