This is a story I started for fun and the characters are from Supernatural but a lot of things are different. You can expect smut and aa lot of fluff, because fluff, heh. This might not be updated regularly but I will put another part tommorow. But I am going to Italy this week so I will not post anything but you will get 2 chapters when I return... Have fun reading.

ATTENTION! PLEASE WRITE REVIEWS BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT KEEPS ME GOING. (Alright, I'm done shouting) Critics are welcomed because I want to improve and I urge you to point anything out. Also, please do ignore my grammar, it's pore I know... :/ I'll improve... I hope...

Also, if you like it (I'm talking to all you people...) I'll put longer chapters :3

-Oh dear, teribbly sorry. Could you direct me to dorm room...- she looked at the slip.- 90?-
The boy this girl bumped into turned to face her leaning in and looking at the slip of paper she was holding in her hand.
-It's three halls down to the right and then climb the stairs and turn right. It's at the end of the hall.- he pointed to the hall with a sceptical look. She squinted at him and walked the way he pointed her in. Loud music played down the hall she was suposed to live in. It was AC/DC's High way to hell. She slowly and carefully walked down the hall still holding the slip in her hand. This better be a cool persone not a bitch! She taught to herself as she scarelly knocked on the door. There was no aswere. How could there be an answere if the music is blown through the roof! She knocked again more firmly than the first time. Fuck this! She prayed the door opet to be blown by a loud wave of AC/DC, smell of pizza and beer. Not to mention the clothing that was all over the room. She closed the door. Didn't really pay atention to the clothes. She just wanted to meet the persone she was about to live with. She was tired and cranky.
-Hello!?- she shouted looking around herself. She dropped her duffle bag onto the couch. No answere. –I'm your new flatmate. Anyone here?- she tried again. The tap shut and she could here a deep voice.
-Damn it Sammy I have told you a thousand ti...- a tall rather handsome boy practicly ran in rage out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Big, shinney dropplets of water ran down his chest. Her eyes pooped open in shock. What is this!? I am a girl not a guy! Damn my name! She cursed in her head.
-Who are you?- he looked her up and down like it was nothing.
-Am...amm...- her anxiety kicked in. –I'm your new flatmate.- her British accent grew thicker.
-What?! New rommate? A girl? A guy was supposed to come here not a girl!- he was obviously confused.
-Dean the staff...- a nother even taller boy with longer hair stepped into the room. He when sitlent and tilted his head to the side. –Who's this?-
-Well, our new roommate, apparently. -He replied.
I turned to the other boy. -I assume you're Sam? - She blushed and turned to the other guy- And you're Dean?-
-Well yes. -He nodded.
-Are you sure you're at the right place? - Sam stepped behind her carefully inspecting the slip in her hand.
- Yeah I'm sure. -She mused.
-What's your name? -He smiled circling around her.
-Aleksey. -She shrugged.
-Now I see the confusion. – Dean said disappearing into the bathroom. He came back clothed with a towel on his head.
-Aleksey what? - Sam sat on the couch looking up at her.
-Alkaev. -Shehuffed.
-We have to take care of this. I'll go down to the office so I can ask what the hell they screwed up in the register. I mean do they not read gender these days. - Dean stood up, took her by the hand and dragged her down stairs tossing the towel on Sam before he left. On their way down they met up a girl. She was short, skinny with long blonde gorgeous hair that was raised in a ponytail. Even though it was in a tail it was still pretty long. She greeted Dean with a big smile.
-Hy hun'- she pecked him a kiss witch he gratefully returned.
-Who's this? -She tilted her head looking up at Aleksey.
-I'm Aleksey Alkaev, your boyfriends by mistake flatmate. -She smiled.
-Hey how the hell can you have a British accent and be Russian? -He interrupted her.
-Grew up there. -She explained.
-I'm Monique Reventon.-
-Like the car, now let's go.- he pulled both on the hand.- Damn it they are really incapable of doing anything aren't they?!-
The minute they arrived at the office downstairs she understood why Dean was so upset. There was a big line and a bunch of kids were almost yelling at the one receptionist that tried to sort out who came first. Everyone got sorted in the wrong rooms, the newcomers that is. They pushed through the crowed for Dean was determent to take care of this now and not later.
-Move, damn it. -He pushed through a couple of students. He placed his hand on the counter rather loudly placing the slip in front of the shell shocked receptionist.
-This girl has been placed with three boys, all older than her might I add and that can't be really ideal for her can it? -He said with a cocky smirk. Aleksey furrowed her brow. The attitude… She taught. Monique just laughed and pushed her way to him. After a heated discussion she found out she was stuck with the three boys already mentioned, actually two. She did not know the third but was eager to find out. It was already 7 o'clock when they got back to her new room. The climb to the top of the dorm house was shit and she could literally just walk in and fall asleep. The plane ride from London to here was also pretty awful. Dean stayed a bit in the hall with Monique but Aleksey couldn't wait to just fall asleep. After she explained the situation to Sam he showed her the empty room and their rooms. Dean's room was the messiest room and it was the first door to the bathroom that was in the small hallway that separated the living room. Next room was Sam's. It was cleaner but still pretty boy-like. The last room was neatly done with a lot of books all over. Sketches, notes, huge canvases all around the bed and table. The wall was filled with pictures all crambed next to each other. She gasped. A keyboard and guitar at the table. She smiled. Now this is a person she would get along with just fine. She didn't get his name and she didn't really care at the moment. She just wanted to go to bed. After Sam helped her get her duffle and suitcase placed in her room she took off her clothes, got her contacts out and plopped to her bed and quickly feel asleep.