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September

In my first year of college I became a bit of a stalker. Not that I really had to do that much stalking to be honest, because the guy was my roommate. And no, it's not as creepy as it sounds! It's just that this guy was a freaking enigma, and I did live with him so I felt it was my duty to find out what I could. In a completely non-creepy way. You really shouldn't judge me, cause anybody sane would have done the same, and besides, I guarantee it was more creepy for me than for him.

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My first impression of Sam Winchester was that he was the polar opposite of me. He walked into what was to be our room early in the afternoon of Saturday, September 1st, aka drop off day. My twin sister Rebecca was moving in two floors below in the same building and thankfully both mom and dad were helping her unpack just then because it would be so seriously uncool to have the parents there when I met my roommate. Especially this one. He was tall and muscular and good-looking, with longish hair and wearing slightly ripped jeans a plaid shirt and a canvas jacket, carrying a worn duffel-bag. He looked cool and poor. Like I said, the opposite of me. Rebecca was sure to fall on her nose in a second for this guy.

Then I looked him in the eye. He looked sad and excited at the same time if that's possible, but he looked really kind too and had a friendly smile with dimples (seriously, why do some people get everything?) as he extended a hand in greeting.

"Sam Winchester, I'm you roommate."

"Zach Johnson, good to meet you!" I replied. He had a firm handshake and lots of callouses. I don't even really know why I remember that especially since I want to emphasise that I'm not really a stalker, I just exaggerated before. Sort of.

He put his duffel on the bed on the empty side of the room, and I thought I'd be friendly to this giant Sam so I asked if he wanted help getting the rest of his stuff or if his parents were helping him bring it up. He looked sort of startled and then turned sheepish.

"Ah, thanks but this is it."

"Oh." I couldn't really think what to say because that duffel was probably what I would pack for a weekend trip.

I kept waiting for his parents to turn up anyway, or someone. Seriously. But nobody came. And I've never felt so awkward hugging my parents goodbye.

Oh, and PS. I was completely right of course. Rebecca has a massive unrequited crush on Sam to this day.

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Unsurprisingly, it only took Sam about five minutes to unpack and stuff his duffel under the bed. I was still folding shirts (there was sure to be an inspection before the departure of the parents, and I preferred not to fail) when he said he was just going out to look around and buy some stuff. His side of the room was completely bare. There weren't even sheets in the bed. Maybe that's why he went out…

A few hours later I had been saying goodbye to my parents and was coming back to our room. I hesitated to open when I heard a voice. I stayed outside out of courtesy for my new roommate's privacy, not because I was eavesdropping.

"Hey Dean, it's me. I just wanted to let you know that I got here okay and I got a phone. So… this is my phone number, just… in case… you know. Just… so you have it. Uhm okay, bye."

He didn't pause to wait for replies. He was just leaving a message.

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In my first year of college I thought I was being stalked.

The first time I saw him was during freshers' societies fair. Sam and I had already become good friends even though he turned out to be a bit of a geek. He didn't have that geek vibe about him though, and could have some fun as well, so we got along great. Anyway, we were at the societies fair together and Sam was talking to the representative of some mock legal debate society, or whatever. I don't know but it looked boring! He was really enthusiastic about it though, and I realised I might have to stand there for a good few minutes. Yeah, I know I didn't have to, but we were freshmen and I didn't really know anyone else. And truth be told, geeky Sam looked really cool. I am undeniably cooler than him but unfortunately I don't look it. Dang genes. So I thought it would give me some cred around campus as well, hanging out with Sam.

Wow, that makes me sounds like a bad friend, I really don't mean it that way. I mean, Sam had this presence, this confidence that few freshmen have and we were friends and I was hoping some of that might rub off on me. Or something. Moving on.

I was getting bored, listening to whatever they were talking about, and I turned around to scan the area. Figured I might scout out some hot chicks we could head towards later. I had a feeling Sam with his ridiculously tall and muscular frame could be quite helpful to my endeavour to pick up girls. Now I sound like a bad person again… I really came to care about him eventually, okay, but this was like, the first week of college.

What I saw wasn't some gorgeous lost-looking sorority girls in need of help, however, but a man who seemed to stare straight at me with this really intense squinty look. He was standing too far away for me to make out his face, but he was wearing worn jeans and a big leather jacket and had his arms crossed over his chest. He was leaning against this huge black muscle-car parked by the curb and looked dangerous and really out of place. I mean really, really out of place. People were giving him a two meter wide berth as they passed but he paid them no mind. He just kept staring straight at me. It was freaking creepy, and I forgot all about the girls. I turned around again to see if Sam was finishing up - it suddenly felt sort of important to get out of there - but he was still talking and I didn't want to tell him we had to leave because some scary dude was staring at me. That would just make me sound like a wimp.

I turned back again to see if he was still there, but scary-dude was getting into the scary car. Even the noise the car made when it started was kinda scary to be honest - a rumble that resonated in your bones. I looked back to Sam and saw that he had tensed up suddenly, apparently forgetting about the wonders of pretending to defend pretend victims in a pretend court. He swirled around and scanned the street like he was looking for something. Whatever it was he didn't seem to find it, and the black car was already out of sight. Sam shook his head and rubbed his eyes like he was trying to get rid of a thought and it was weird because that was the most out of sorts I'd seen him be in the whole week I had known him. Seriously, the guy was usually cool as a cucumber, even when someone shouted the dean was coming in the middle of a dorm-party where there may or may not have been certain quantities of booze. So, great friend that I am, I asked if he was okay.

"Yeah… yeah, I just thought I heard something."

A/N: Hi, this is the first story I'm posting here. I hope you like it, and would appreciate any feedback :)