The Sympathy Between Early Veterans
A/N: I am new to Supernatural, and have not watched all the episodes yet. If there are any glaring errors, please feel free to point them out to me. This is unbeta'd, so again, if you see any errors please feel free to point them out. Also, this fic is slightly AU in the sense that Connor was 20-21 when he came back from hell (instead of 18). That way it fits better, continuity-wise.
Timeline: pre-Pilot for Supernatural, post-Origin for Angel.
Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural nor the Buffyverse belong to me.
Getting used to Stanford was hard. Once the exhilaration of finally leaving had worn off, he found himself frequently lonely. Though he didn't really miss the hunt at first, he did miss Dean a lot, and the Impala and a thousand other things that had made life regular. Though he finally had the chance to do what he always wanted, by the third week he was almost ready to drop out just to get away from the sheer foreignness of it all.
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It was a Saturday when he finally swallowed his pride. Though he had never been much for parties, he realized that he had to leave the safety of his dorm room eventually. He dressed in the cleanest clothes that he had, ran a comb through his hair, and left his room before he could panic himself out of it.
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The party was loud and slightly smelly, and after about an hour he decided that if he was going to stand next to a wall, he might as well do it in his dorm room, where no one played Linkin' Park. He pushed his way through the crowd as he made for the exist, and he had almost reached it when someone ran into him from the back.
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He fought off the instinct instilled by a lifetime of necessity and turned instead to face the person who had run into him. It was a boy; he looked like he had never seen a day of sun even though it was SoCal but his eyes were friendly, though slightly glazed with alcohol. He offered a hand, and the boy took it, smiling gratefully.
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From then on, he wasn't alone as much. There was the boy first, his eyes hiding secrets. Then came the girl, and she changed everything and made the world spin. He never really stopped missing his brother and the Impala, but his life at Stanford started to become part of the norm; and he was really okay with that.