So I'm slowly getting the hang of this website (woo!) But I think I'll get there really soon! Until then here's my third story. This happens while Sammy's still in Stanford so there's not really much of Dean (sorry Dean girls!) But I'm sure you'll still enjoy this story! :)

I just got my first review! So excited! :D Hope I get some more with this story!

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Sam Winchester just wanted to be a normal kid. He wanted to go to school, make friends, study hard, go to pep rallies and eventually become one of the country's finest lawyers. But when he was looking back, lying on his bed near Stanford where he was now studying, he kept remembering how abnormal his life really was...

He hadn't really known his mother, having died when he was just 6 months old. His father, John, had been obsessed ever since to find out who, or actually what had killed her twenty two years ago, so he had put Sam and his older brother, Dean, on hardcore training to become hunters.

The Winchesters didn't actually live up like the Brady's. Credit card fraud had been the most important income for the boys who lived in several different hotels rooms accross the country. Sam was able, tough under different names, to go to school like he wanted, but after fighting hard each and every time against his father's wish. It had been the reason why he was now living away from it all, studying in pre-law at one of the finest schools there was.

LSATs were coming up, and Sam did everything in his power to study every possible time he could, which was pretty much all the time. He didn't have to think about witches, vampires or whatever was "out there" anymore, so he did have the time he needed to do what he wanted.

"Sam? You're still here?"

Sam looked up from the book he was reading. He had been in the library for over 6 hours. "Yes, Mrs Thompson", he answered with a smile.

The librarian pushed her thick glasses up on her nose. "You should go home, son. Have a meal and relax for a bit. You study too hard."

"Thanks, Mrs Thompson, but I would like to finish reading this chapter first if that's alright."

The old lady smiled back at him. She already knew Sam's puppy eyes act so well; he was at the library every day. "Your brain can only take so much at a time, Sammy."

Sammy. That was a name he didn't hear in a long time. Dean was the only one who called him that back then. Sam didn't like it much, said it sounded like a 12 years old kid's name, but at the thought of Dean, Sam smirked. He hadn't seen him in over two years.

"Alright, I'm going home," he answered as he closed the book. "But I'll be back tomorrow."

"If you want you could always check the book out and bring it back once you are done with it."

"Actually," he said as he remembered something. " I have to go check something out, can you wait a few minutes, please?"

He had that puppy eyes look once more. "Sure thing hun" she answered. "But hurry up I have to close the library soon."

Sam had forgotten how late it was, but he needed a book for one of his paper. I swear, Jess will think I don't want to spend any time with her! He thought.

He was walking fast, as he knew that Mrs Thompson was doing him a favor to stay open a few minutes extra, again. He had long legs and took advantage of them, but as he turned left to get in the aisle he bumped into someone, who fell on the floor. It was a girl, with long wavy dark hair she had up in a ponytail.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Sam asked as he gave out his hand to help her out.

"I think I will be fine, thank you." She answered looking at her books and papers spread on the floor.

"I'll help you out." He said and they both leaned down to pick up what she had dropped.

"Thank you." She said again. She brought her right hand in front of her, trying to hold on all of her stuff in her left hand. "I'm Hannah."

"Sam." He shook her hand, smiling.

"So, Sam, what are you still doing here this late?"

"I was actually coming to pick up..." He looked at the book he had in his hands, the one he picked up off the floor for Hannah. "... this book."

"Studying in law I assume?"

"Yeah." He answered, smiling.

"You know what? Take it. I think I have enough studying books at home for weeks."

"But you had it first. I'm sure they have another copy somewhere."

"Hey Sam, right?" she cut.

"Yeah?"

She looked around her, her right hand up in the air, probably meaning for Sam to wait a second. "Have you seen a guy walking around?"

"No." He could sense something was odd. He felt something in the air, like someone else was in the library except him Hannah and Mrs. Thompson.

"Shh." Hannah kept looking around her until her eyes met Sam's. That's when she heard it.

A scream. A loud screaming voice coming from the front desk.

"Mrs. Thompson!" Said Sam.

"Come on!" And they both started running to the desk, dropping everything they had in their hands.

They arrived at the desk to hear Mrs. Thompson coughing and trying to speak. She had been cut to the throat and also had a long cut from her throat to her stomach. She was holding her throat with her two hands, possibly trying to stop the bleeding, but without any success.

Hannah gave out a scream of her own. Sam took her in his arms, trying to comforting her. "I'll call 911. See if you can find anyone close to help out."

She looked at him, tears in her eyes and nodded. She ran out the door, screaming for help. Sam looked around, trying to find any signs of somebody: footprints, or some sort of a knife.

He got up and continued searching until his eyes met some sort of shadow in the left section of the library. He looked down at the librarian, who was getting weaker by the second, but when he looked up the shadow was gone.

Hannah came in with some campus security guards.

"Stay here with the guards." Sam told her. "I'll be right back."

"But Sam! -"

But he had already gone to where he saw the shadow. He ran through the aisles, trying to see if he could see it one more time, until he saw it behind the English dictionaries section.

He ran as fast as he could, keeping his eyes on what he had seen. Most of the lights were already turned off, especially in the back section, since the library was at closing hour, but Sam knew better: he and Dean had received special nocturnal training from their dad after all...

After running through a few sections the thing stopped in front of Sam. He tried to take it with his hands but vanished into thin air. Sam took a few seconds to catch up his breath.

Damn it! He thought. Why now?!

He knew what he had to do. He knew this wasn't police's business at all:

He knew he had to hunt the thing down.