Heya again! Remember me?

A/N: Alright so today I present you this new story. So this fanfiction is an AU story. College AU to be exact. This first part is base around Destiel. And yes there is a second part. After the second one I don't really know if I will do a sequel but it might happen.

Once again I am sorry for any mistake you see in those chapters and please do not be to hard on me. I'm still learning you know.

I changed the story a little bit to make everything fit. For example, Dean is two years older than Sam, not four.

I wish to apologize if the college stuff doesn't quite make sense (like the dorms or even the college itself) I did some researches but I'm still in High School so I don't know how it is in those colleges.

Characters are of course going to be OOC. (It's an AU...)

Anyway, thank you for reading.

We could only hope

Prologue

Castiel Novak looked behind him as the bus closed its doors and left as fast as it arrived. He sighed and closed his eyes as he took a firm grip on his suitcase and started walking towards the college. The twenty years old young man walked inside the massive building and gasped. He had took the bus early from his home to arrive before everyone but it seemed that he had missed the call.

People were rushing everywhere and this place wasn't small, Castiel already felt overwhelmed. They had say that somebody was going to come bring him to his dorm from the main building but he couldn't see anybody that looked like somebody nice enough to show him around. He sighed again.

"You must be the Novak guy." Somebody said behind him and he turned as fast as he could.

"Um… yes?" Castiel said uncertainly.

"Good, I'm Samuel Winchester. Call me Sam." The guy said in front of him as he held his hand between them.

This guy – Sam - was a giant. He had long brown hair with greyish eyes that seemed to change color and he must have been seven feet high… minimum. Well maybe not but you got the point. Castiel looked up at him and took his hand to shake it.

"Castiel Novak… call me Castiel." He said with a frown and a tilt of head.

Sam smiled down at him and pointed his black suitcase. "I'll bring you to your dorm." Sam said with another smile.

This guy seemed nice, maybe he could have him as a friend. Maybe his two years here wouldn't be that bad… But he could only hope.

They exited the main building to walk down the road a little bit. They reached two other buildings and Sam pointed at one. "That's the dudes' dorm. You'll live here first, then when you're are settle you can find yourself an apartment if you want. Most students do that." He explained. "Here, follow me."

They entered the building on the left and stopped in front of the stairs, he turned to Castiel. "Do you have your number?" He asked and Castiel gave the paper to him. "Ah great, everything's on that."

They took the stairs and Sam walked down the corridor to arrive to one door. He smiled and asked for the keys.

"Why are you laughing?" Castiel asked as he gave him the keys he had been given some time ago in the mail.

"You're with my brother. He's a good guy don't worry. Just let him do his stuff." Sam explained as he unlocked the door. "Don't mind the mess." Then they entered the room.

A dark grey room with a small window in the back. There was one bed next to the left wall and one up the far side. This was a weird shaped bunk bed… There was a desk under the upper bed and another desk on the right side of the room. There was a bunch of stuff on the desk and Castiel could see magazines… porn magazines… Oh please no. There was one closet and that was pretty much it.

Castiel put his suitcase on the side of the wall and turned to Sam. Now what?

Sam's smile faded a little but it was still there. He wondered why. "Now I can show you around here a bit."

Castiel nodded without asking anything. "You have a week to get use to everything so I won't show you the college right now. I'll just show you around in the dorm. Follow me." Sam said as he told him to follow with a hand movement.

"This is the laundry room." Sam started then passed to the other one. "Those are the toilets…. There's small a library down there." He continued until they were downstairs. "This is the entertainment room. You can come down here whenever you want."

"Thanks." Castiel said as he watched Sam looking at his watch.

"I must go. See you around!" Sam said before running outside.

Castiel was left alone. He went back to his shared room. It had a weird smell too… like sweat? Castiel shook his head as he put his binder on the desk under the bed and turned the pages one by one. Classes ended at 5 p.m. and Castiel prepared himself to meet his new roommate.

He heard people fighting outside and he tensed up as he heard the door unlock. A guy walked in. He was a little bit taller than Castiel with short brown hair and emerald eyes. And of course… he had an American footballer outfit on. Castiel's hope of maybe be friend with his roommate faded automatically. The guy simply looked at him with a strange look.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He almost shouted.

"I… I'm um… your roommate…" Castiel shuddered.

"You got to be kidding me!?" He shouted. "You better not touch any of my stuff!"

"Of course…" Castiel whispered. This guy was already scaring him… "I'm… huh… I'm Castiel." He tried to present himself.

"I don't give two fucks. I had a bad okay? Just go away!"

"I… this is my room as well now." He tried to say louder.

The guy stopped in front of his face and took him by the neck of his shirt and threw him by the door. "Go away! I don't want to deal with that now!"

Castiel took the door handle and opened the door. He ran as fast as he could then stopped in a corner where Sam had said nobody went. He hid his head in his hands and started shaking. The guy was going to kill him if he stayed there with him. He had to tell Sam… maybe he could change room. But he was so tired… He couldn't think properly… He only wanted to cry.
He had thought that coming here was a good idea. Leaving his parents and everybody else behind, but this was going to be worst. Now he had to live with an American footballer…

"I'm sorry for my brother… just give him time okay?" Sam said as he sat next to him. "I'm so sorry."