AN: Based off an AU! Meme on tumblr. The original post can be found…here supernaturallychallenged. tumblr post/ 46967053827/ frostedsammy-though-hell-should-bar-the-way (Just remove the spaces dearies.) I don't really want to write any romance in here due to not wanting to turn anyone away because of not liking a shipping. There will be mentions of a past Sam/Ruby, though.

Dean is an engineer because I see him as a mechanic in a parallel universe, and I figured engineering seems to be a more university-oriented major.

Cas is a jock due to the tumblr meme!

Sam is the former junkie due to the whole season 4 and 5 fiasco.

Title is a working progress. In my opinion, it's like naming a kid before it's born. I'll let you know about any considerations/if there indeed will be a title change.

Kansas University is pretty much fiction, while there is a Kansas state college I know nothing about it so everything I say about it has no background knowledge. (ignore the babbling author)

Anyways I'll shut up now. Freaking short chapter, I should really work on making them longer.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Shocking, I know.

Summary: College! AU. Team Free Will as roommates. A jock, a rebel and a (former) junkie. An unlikely brotherhood is formed and the college life turns out to be more challenging than any of the boys expected. Between crazy professors, college shenanigans and dark corruption, it's going to be one hell of a ride. (Based an AU Meme on tumblr.)

Dean Winchester had never been so excited to get in his classic '67 Chevy Impala before today. Because today was the day he'd be able to escape from his father's iron rule and lead his own life, and that included being able to make his own choices.

Your freedom is a privilege Dean, not a right.

He forced the echoing voice of his father to the dark recessives of his mind and shook his head. That didn't matter right now, because he was on his way to Kansas University to study a long pursued dream of engineering. John Winchester had been on the brinks of cold fury after learning his eldest son's plans to run off and be a student instead of joining the Navy like he had when he was of age. His attempts to crush Dean's hopes were futile; if anything they only encouraged the rebellion to continue.

I've been Dad's "soldier" long enough.

Whistling lightly the twenty four year old turned the old radio dial and the sounds of classic rock blasted through the once silent air of the car. Dean rolled his window down and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

A good day indeed.

Samuel Campbell swallowed the heavy lump that was currently lodged in his throat. He stared at his mother, silently pleading with his hazel eyes for her to understand. She covered her mouth with well-manicured hands as tears sprang to her eyes.

"This'll be good for you Sam." She whispered, pulling his large 6'4" frame into a tight hug. "A new beginning."

Sam subconsciously wiped tears from his own face, nodding. The man stood there, still unable to find the right words to say. He knew he screwed up and he was just thankful his mother didn't view him as the monster he felt like he was.

"I'll call." He promised, his voice hoarse despite the fact these were the first words he's vocalized all day. The morning was tense and silent as Sam packed his bags for university, neither parties wanting the confrontation that still needed to happen. Avoiding the problem seemed to be the only thing the two Campbells were capable of at the moment…especially after the court case.

Sam pushed those thoughts out of his head and shook a thick fringe of hair out of his eyes, not taking his eyes off of his mother.

"You're sure you don't want me to drive you?" Mrs. Campbell inquired, the silent plea not going unheard. Please Sammy, be happy about this.

"I'll be good." He lied, forcing a grin that didn't quite meet his eyes on his face. "The bus is fine. Speaking of which," he glanced down at his watch, desperate for the distraction. "It's leaving really soon. I should get going."

Mary could only watch as her son left and she couldn't help but feel as though she was losing him. She could only pray to whatever angels resided in heaven that they would watch after her only child.

This will be good for him. A new day.

Castiel Novak was considered by most people to be a loyal son. And, well, he was. It didn't matter that his father wasn't around much and was always buried nose deep in his work. He behaved as a child and never quite grew out of that obedience as that child grew up into a young adult.

Of course, the fact that his family was religious and cast their gaze down upon wrongdoings such as adultery and drinking didn't promote a necessarily open minded environment for a child to be raised in. The Novaks attended church every Sunday and refused to accept anything except the best grades and mannerisms. Disobedience led to punishment.

That punishment was severe but never physical, instead favoring the building of guilt and, in the case of Castiel's older brother Lucifer, disownment. But Castiel didn't dwell on this fact, instead changing his mindset to excitement for university life. He had never been on his own before, at least, not with the kind of independence school would grant him with.

The man finished shoving his last suitcase in the trunk of his "gently-used" car and was grateful for the fact that his classes would be within walking distance of his dormitories. Speaking of such housing, he felt a small amount of fear planted in his chest. The only thing he's heard of his roommates were names: not even a face to go with. Neither had means to be contacted with, leading Castiel to wonder what sort of lives this "Dean Winchester" and "Samuel Campbell" possessed.

Instead Castiel took a deep breath and prayed this decision wouldn't lead to a disaster.

But…knowing his luck, it would be.

We can never know our fates or how our stories will be finished...but the only thing you can be sure of is that this is only the beginning.