Sam Winchester looked around in wonder. He was entering his junior year of college and Stanford and loved it. His life was so different now. He wasn't living in motels, hopping between schools, risking his life fighting monsters. He was settled and learning and he was planning on becoming a lawyer to fight human evils. He hadn't seen or spoken to his father or brother since the night he left and he missed them, but wouldn't give up his life for returning to being a hunter. Professors commented on his unusual perspective, wisdom, and maturity and Sam would just smiled, but the truth was, you didn't grow up a Winchester and become some innocent, party-going college student. You became self-aware and observant. He had moved off campus to a small two bedroom apartment that he was sharing with his friend, Shane. They'd met in freshmen orientation and Shane had made it his mission to get Sam to unwind.

Arriving at his apartment, Sam saw that Shane had already moved in and stocked their kitchen with liquor and spirits. He shook his head, but was amused at his friends actions. He dropped his duffel onto the floor by the kitchen. Readying to inspect the kitchen to find out what he actually needed to stock.

"Dude. You're here finally!" Shane came out of his bedroom.

"Yeah." Sam smiled. "I see you're in good spirits."

"I saw this totally hot girl." Sam rolled his eyes. "I told her about the frat party tonight."

"Oh c'mon." Sam groaned. "You can't honestly expect me to go to a crazy party my first night back. We don't need to go there!"

"We will. We're meeting the others. And we're going to set you up! Because you need to loosen up and get a girlfriend this year!"

"Jeeze, Shane, I can make my own decisions and deem which girl I want to date." Sam laughed.

"Who said anything about date? We know the term girlfriend is used very loosely."

Sam laughed and picked up his bag, intent on unpacking.

Somehow, hours later, Sam found himself, surrounded by his friends, entering the frat party he had not wanted to attend. He passed several drunken women and men already and it was barely eleven. "Seriously, guys. This is what you want to do." Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Oh stop being such a downer, Sam!" Casey, another friend shoved a shot in his hand. "We're only young once."

Sam downed the shot and looked around. After a while, he found himself without his friends, speaking to a stranger about a class they had both apparently taken the previous year. Sam saw a small girl struggling to move through the crowd with a boy following her. Sam frowned and followed, his hunter sense kicking in and wanting to help someone in need. He watched from the porch as the girl began to walk down the drive way, but started toward the girl when he saw the boy grab her arm with malicious intent.

"Is everything alright here?" Sam asked with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"Matt!" The girl yelled, looking at Sam. "I was looking everywhere for you!" She wrenched her arm out of the boys grip and ran over to gave a surprised Sam a peck on the lips. She intertwined their fingers, and taking the hint, Sam slung an arm around the girls shoulder, ignoring her tense. "Is he giving you a problem, babe?"

"Nope. He was helping me look for you!" The boy grumbled an affirmative and left the two. "Thanks for that." The girl said. "Ada." She stuck out her hand.

"Sam." He accepted her hand shake. "Are you going back in?" He referred back to the party.

"I would, but my roommates dragged me here and I don't know where they are and I don't want that" she waved her hand towards where the other boy had been standing. "again."

"My friends dragged me here. How about we band together." Sam smiled. "I'll get you a drink."

Ada thought about it. He was cute, mostly non-threatening (to her), normal. Check, check and check. Caroline would be proud. She could do this. "Fine. Lead me!" She laughed as he grabbed her hand and practically dragged her into the party. They got to the makeshift bar and Sam looked at her. "Two tequila shots please." She laughed. When Sam went to grab one, she swatted his hand away. "Get your own!" She teased. Ada waited for two more shots to come and downed them with Sam when they arrived.

Ada woke the next morning with a pounding headache and no memory of last night. Her roommate came in freshly showered and teased "About time you got up. The cutie who brought you home last night said he'd stop by around noon."

Ada groaned and looked at the clock. She had a half hour to get ready for… Tim? Saul? Sam. Sam was his name. She ran into the shower and washed her face quickly. Ada pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater. She was just swiping on some mascara when Sam knocked on her door.

"Hey." He smiled holding out a coffee. "I wasn't sure how you liked it, so I just made it black."

"Black is good. I'm a coffee purist." Ada smiled. Sam fidgeted uncomfortably in the doorway. "Oh sorry!" Ada said, realizing Sam was in the entrance. She knew better than to give him an invitation. "Want to go for a walk? Maybe grab lunch?"

"Sounds good." Sam smiled, relieved.

"Where are you from?" Sam asked the smaller girl, starting the conversation as they walked down the stairs.

"Virginia." She paused. "What year are you in, you don't look like a freshmen."

"No." Sam laughed. "I'm a junior."

"Oh." Ada felt a little intimidated in his presence. "Do you have a major yet?"

"I'm prelaw." Sam smiled. "Have you declared yet?"

"Yeah. I'm an anthropology major."

"Cool."

"Yeah. I like legends and stuff. I'm assuming you like law and stuff?"

Sam laughed, the girl next to him was cute. "Yeah, something like that."

They had lunch, and ended up meeting everyday for the next two weeks. Sam texted Ada the Friday two weeks after they met, but she didn't answer. He grew worried when she didn't answer all day. Or the next day. So, on Sunday, he went to her dorm and knocked. Ada answered the door, looking tired, and slightly upset.

"Sam." She said flatly.

"Hey Ad. What've you been up to."

"Nothing much." She wasn't in the mood to flirt with Sam. She wouldn't admit it, but she liked him. She felt safe around him. But after she left Sam on Thursday, she got a call from her old…friend. Apparently there had been an accident and her ex-boyfriend was killed. Jeremy Gilbert had always been kind and sweet and he was just gone. She couldn't believe it. She left Mystic Falls after her father died. Her father had dated Jeremy's aunt briefly, making their relationship slightly awkward, and eventually caused the mutual break-up of Jerda (a term coined by Caroline Forbes.)

Ada retreated back in her room, leaving the door open for Sam.

"I was worried when you didn't send me a text back. I thought something happened."

"I'm fine." Ada said shortly.

Sam became confused when Ada wouldn't even look at him. She was shuffling papers across her desk. "Ad!" He grabbed her and turner her around. When she still wouldn't meet his eyes he placed his arms on her shoulders. "What's going on with you?"

Ada looked up sharply and tried to wrench herself away from Sam. "You think you know anything about me? You've known me for less than a month!" When she couldn't get free of Sam (he had years of hunting experience and Ada was stuck with her fragile frame), she collapsed in his arms and began to sob. He couldn't make out was she was saying, but he embraced her and guided her to the bed.

When her cries subsided, Sam found himself laying on the smaller's girls bed with her head resting on his chest as he stroked her long hair.

"What's going on?" He asked.

She looked up at his face and he was struck with her beauty. "Sam." She smiled and Sam was surprised when the next moment, he found Ada on top of him and her lips on his. He felt like it was wrong, taking advantage of her in such an emotional time, but damn she was a good kisser. He pulled away and saw her confused expression.

"What's been going on with you?"

"Sam, I really don't want to talk about it." Ada sighed.

"So what? You're just taking advantage of me?" Sam half-joked.

"No, it's just... It's really complicated."

"Try me." Sam frowned.

"My-I went home for a few days because my friend…he died. And it was unexpected. His sister isn't coping well, so I haven't been up to talking about it." Sam fingered Ada's necklace that had a ring around it.

"That…I'm sorry." Sam didn't know what to say.

"Thanks Sam. And. I'm sorry I assaulted you or whatever. I know you don't feel-"

Sam stopped her with a kiss. And smiled at her. "Sorry I assaulted you." He mocked.

"I guess we're even." Ada smiled and kissed him again.

"Well, now we're not." Sam teased and kissed her again.

I don't watch Supernatural, but I've read some fan fiction and I had this thought and decided to run with it. If it's horrible please let me know. Just try not to say so in a horribly cruel manner.