Sam stared at the email for a while. He felt so many emotions that it was hard to keep up with them. His fingers hung over the lap-top keys and then returned to absent mindedly playing with a ruler on the desk.
It had been three months since Sam had arrived at Stanford. Three months since he'd said goodbye to demons and hunting. Three months since his dad had told him never to return.
He glanced round at the dorm room. He couldn't really complain. He had his own room for the first time in his life, a room that was his for at least another year. Sam had taught himself growing up never to grow attached to a place, as they were never there long. The only place that had seemed remotely like home was Bobby's.
Now this...this was Sam's home.
Sam's cell beeped to indicate that he had a text. He leant over to his bed to grab it, eager to have a distraction from the email. He smiled. It was from Jessica, a girl he had been seeing for just over a month. Sam was hardly an expert when it came to relationships but Jessica made it easy and led the way.
Sam! I'm supposed to be finishing this essay :S Fancy coming over and distracting me instead? Be a hero and grab a bottle [or two] of wine on your way? Feeling mischievous! ;) xxx
Sam smiled again but put the cell down. As tempting as it was to forget the email he knew that he had to reply sooner rather than later.
He sighed and turned back to the screen.
Sammy.
It's Dean. I need to see you. Away from Stanford. Just me and you...promise!
Just reply when you get this dude.
Dean.
Sam sighed. It wasn't as though he and Dean hadn't been in touch. Dean text Sam on a daily basis and did so, he suspected, without the knowledge of their father...but Dean had never asked to meet with Sam, not really. He also avoided computers if he could help it. How Dean had even accessed Sam's college email address both worried and impressed Sam in equal measures.
Sam hit the reply button and his fingers hovered once again over the keyboard. He made up his mind and typed quickly and skillfully
Hey Dean.
Okay, sure. Where and when? Is everything okay?
Just you and me, right? Not ready to see Dad.
Sam.