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"It's the 3rd room to the left; do you need me to show you there?" said the receptionist, she noticed how out-of-it this boy looked, he looked like he hadn't slept all night.
"No thanks, I can handle it fine" The young man smiled back, he looked far down at the receptionist and took the tiny key from her hand. He picked up his luggage and was about to leave. A sudden thought popped into his large mind "Excuse me, how many people am I sharing with?" He asked kindly. "That whole row contains rooms that hold three people, so you'll have two roommates" She smiled "Neither of them have arrived yet though".
The boy sighed with relief; he wasn't in the mood to deal with his new roommates yet. He at least wanted to check the room out before they got here. "Thanks", he continued to carry his bags down the hallway. At each door there was a mess of luggage and noise as people got settled into their new rooms. It was the first day at collage and excitement was emitted into the hair by each new student. The young boy squeezed his over-sized frame through the hallway until he found his room number. In an instant the key was in the door, the luggage was dumped on the floor of the room and the boy was lounged on his chosen bed.
He didn't know how long he'd been lying on the bed, but he knew he never wanted to leave. It was the first good lie-down he had in weeks. It had been 3 months since Jess had died, but he still wasn't over it. How could he be? Never in his life had he loved anyone more. Not a single night of blessed sleep was granted to him since. He didn't mind, sleep only brought fear and nightmares, nightmares of which he dare not to speak of or even think about.
After God-knows-how-long he finally decided to get up. Now wasn't the time to rest, he had to sort out his stuff before his new roommates came and claimed all the space. The room was thankfully quite roomy; against three different corners of the room were beds for him and his roommates. Each had a bedside table and large drawers to store clothes underneath the bed itself. There was a desk on the wall in-between his bed and another which was large enough for 2 people to work on at a time. Close to the front door was another door that leads to the bathroom on the left, then one that leads to the shower-room. The overall description that he could muster-up about this room is 'plain'. It was a very plain room at the moment, the cream walls, navy floor and the colourless bed sheets. It looked as if it had never been lived in before.
1 very short hour later the room seemed less plain. He had unpacked his low amount of clothing neatly in one and a half of the drawers. Things such as books, sprays and electronic chargers were placed in the left-over half. Along with a plastic bag containing something that others mustn't see was stuffed at the back of it. A patterned blue duvet was placed neatly over the bed along with a matching pillow. On the bedside table he kept a current book he was reading "One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest", his old battered phone, a used tissue and the most recent photo of himself and Jess, taken on her birthday earlier that year. His precious laptop was in the top drawer along with its charger, and the bottom drawer contained all of his college work books he had bought so far, the drawer was almost bursting from the sheer weight of them all – which wasn't giving him much comfort.
I'm actually at college. He thought quietly, hardly believing himself. Sam Winchester, at college. It's a slight his friends would be very happy to see. They all knew about how hard Sam hard argued with his father to let him apply to college, but his father never went for it. For months he said no, Sam was meant to follow in his footsteps, to carry on their legacy. Sam didn't want that though, that was the problem. He was never passionate about the line of work like his father was, but naturally his dad couldn't see it. After what seemed like years the impossible had been done, father had finally agreed to let his only son go off to college to do as he pleased. Nobody could count how many times Sam said, sometimes screamed, "thank you" for the next few weeks. He still could hardly believe it, his father, such a man of family tradition had caved to something so odd for their household.
The room looked a little more like home now, a lot brighter at that, he had made his corner of the room blatantly obvious, so not one of his roommates could mistake it for something they could take.
Speaking of roommates, the door suddenly clicked into life as a second key slid through it. In entered a tall, short haired guy. He was shorter than Sam by a couple of inches at least, and only a slight bit stockier; but then again Sam had always been to slim for his size, so if anything this guy was normal for his size. His hair was short-ish and a dirty blonde colour, Sam's hair seemed to be polar opposite; brown and overly shaggy. His eyes were the brightest emerald one had ever seen. Sam thought for a second he was to be blinded if he looked at them for too long, but quickly realised how absurd that sounded even in his mind, so he let the thought disintegrate before he accidently uttered it aloud.
"Hey" the stranger said, dropping his bags in the process.
"Hey" Sam replied friendly enough.
"I'm Dean" said Dean, holding out his hand for Sam.
"Sam" they shook hands and Sam decided to sit on his bed for the situation to be slightly less awkward, it didn't help much.
Dean looked around blankly; he saw the bed closest to the window and began to move his luggage by it. "So has the other guy got here yet?"
"No, I've been here for an hour or so and no one else has come in"
"Well I'd have been here sooner if it hadn't have been for all the freshmen chicks being all frantic in the halls. It's just moving in a new room man, why'd they have to be so excited". He had started loosely putting his worn out clothes in the drawers, like Sam he hadn't many, but enough. "I did see a couple of hot ones though, once I've had a couple of nights here I'll bring one over for some fun" He winked at Sam then continued unpacking. Along with the clothes went an old flask, a few body sprays, condoms and pocket knife, which Sam eyed curiously.
When the drawers were full he moved onto throwing a large blue duvet messily on the bed, a few college books into the top drawer of the bedside table, a laptop on the desk and an old leather wallet on the top of the bedside table. The wall was soon covered party by a poster of Dean's favourite model naked.
Dean too joined Sam in sitting down on his bed, feeling proud of his new arrangement of the room. Sam was eying the poster; were they even allowed these types of posters in their rooms? "Smoking right?" said Dean casually, after noticing Sam's confusion over the poster "She is a beauty, had her since I was 16"
"Nice" Sam chuckled, obviously not wanting to talk about Dean's porn-poster.
"Where you from?" Dean changed the subject for Sam's benefit
Sam smiled politely as thanks to his change of topic "Lawrence, yourself?"
"Denton. How long did it take you to get up here?"
"Only a couple of hours, my dad drove though so it took longer than I would have. He doesn't trust me with the car though" He looked down at his hands that were currently resting on his crossed legs and smirked playfully.
"See my old man's the opposite. If I wanna drive, I drive. No questions asked" Dean stated, letting his mind go quickly back to that morning as he drove down here.
The boys continued to chat for several minutes, really hitting it off. The atmosphere of the room felt like home to the both of them, like they were just hanging out with any of their other friends from home. They were forced to stop talking when they heard the door to their room open, and there stood a very flustered looking young man, his arms over flowing with bags. The boys studied him for a quick moment. Black, short hair that was carelessly spiked upwards. Blue, unblinking eyes that were intimidating but heavenly to look at all the same. He was shorter than both the boys but only slightly, this didn't really matter as everybody was short compared to Sam – he hovered over the school at a height of 6'4. His hardly chubby face was ever-so-slightly stubbled to perfection. Over-all he was a very attractive man Sam and Dean both noted.
"Uhh, hey" he smiled, his voice was tinted with a gravelly tone
"Hi there, what's your name?" Sam stood up gingerly and walked over to the man, who himself had just shuffled in dumping his over flowing luggage onto the remaining bed.
"Castiel, or Cas if you prefer" He straightened up and noticed himself how small he was compared to Sam, he always thought he was tall for his age – but was obviously out-heighted by this giant.
"Sam" his hand was stretched towards Cas, which he happily shook before turning to the stranger on the bed next to him that hadn't introduced himself yet.
"Dean" He too held out his hand, Cas shook it as Sam returned to his corner of the room. "Where are you coming from?" Dean asked as he let go of Cas's soft hand.
"Ellis" Cas said blandly as he began to unpack his bags, pulling out a larger wardrobe of clothing than Dean even owned. The drawers were filling up quickly as piece of clothing after clothing was pulled out of Cas's never ending bags.
"Why come out here for college? I hear Ellis has some pretty good ones themselves.
"I didn't want to stay there, I needed a clean slate." He moved on to the bedside table, sliding many textbooks into the bottom drawer and filling the top with normal things like a camera, phone, gum and an old ripped photograph that was facing downwards.
"Ah, I see man. You made a good choice though, this place looks awesome" Dean smiled as he looked out of the window to see the darkening courtyard outside. Cas continued to unpack, neatly placing a plain black duvet over the bed alongside a matching pillow. The finishing touch was the laptop put onto the desk.
The room had officially been moved into. Each of the roommates had their own corner that they could make seem like home. Sam had been worried that he wouldn't like his roommates or that they wouldn't like him, but it was obvious to see that he would be fine with them, he'd only known them for a few minutes, but Sam already felt that these people were the best choice of roommates he could have, better than a lot of his friends back home that he'd known for years. Cas and Dean were pretty cool guys, they'd all gotten off lucky with this room arrangement.