Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I only play with the boys. And I thank the creators for that joy.

Warnings: None

Rating: Teen (just in case)

Author's Note: My family and I have just finished dropping off my little sister at Gonzaga University. So this one shot is based off the possible feelings she could be feeling. This story was defiantly inspired by her going off to college. This is un-betaed so all grammar/spelling mistakes belong to me. I hope you enjoy.

He stood in front of the white tent; it's flaps waving in the wind. He stared at it with a nervousness he had never felt before. This tent was his past, present and future all rolled in to a flimsy material. In his large hands covered in calluses he clutched his new key and new student ID card. On the ID card was his face captured by color and locked in time by lamination. On the card in neat, bold letters was his name: SAM WINCHESTER.

Before he came to the white tent nothing seemed real. The last week of Sam Winchesters life seemed like a nightmare turned dream. It started off with his tough-as-nails-scarier-than-the-things-they-hunt father disowning him because he wanted a higher education. His awesome-cool-amazing-protecting-more-like-a-father-than-dad older brother just stood silent as the fight escalated. He had never done that before. Before Sam knew it, he was out the door carrying his duffle bag and worn jacket with the words "if you leave, don't come back," ringing in his ears.

Then the dream started. For the first time he was free. He was free of the constant fear; free of the dark shapes always chasing his family, free of the instability of his family's way of life. He continued walking until he met an old truck driver with more skin then hair. He opened the door to his truck and told Sam to get in. Sam was at first a little reluctant to get in to the truck of a stranger. He was taught long ago to not trust people. The truck driver simply smiled and said, "I've been where you're now son. I know when a man is trying to 'scape his past. I just figured I'd be the helpin' hand this time." Sam took a leap of faith that day and trusted the truck driver. His decision ended up with him in front of the white tent with thousands of other students as they prepared for orientation day at Stanford.

For a moment he closed his eyes and imagined that there is an older man standing next to him. He is a tough man who has seen many things in his life. He has grey in his hair and wrinkles around the eyes. He wears a worn jacket and is beaming at Sam. For a moment he imagined his dad proud of his accomplishments. That his tough-as-nails-scarier-than-the-things-they-hunt father is proud of him and of the man he had become.

For a moment Sam closed his eyes in front of the giant, white tent and imagined that a younger man with green eyes and short brown hair stood next to him. The young man wears a beaten up, well used, leather jacket and a golden amulet around his neck. He is smiling; possibly flirting with the young women attending the orientation. For a moment Sam imagined his brother was actually happy that he made something of himself. That he had worth, that his awesome-cool-amazing-protecting-more-like-a-father-than-dad older brother was happy that he had finally done something worthwhile for himself. For that one moment he imagined his family being happy and free of the curse called hunting. That he had a family he could go back to.

Sam opened his eyes. The old man with the graying hair and wrinkled eyes was gone. The young man with the green eyes, the short brown hair, the leather jacket and the amulet was gone. It was only him and the big white tent with its' flaps waving in the wind. With a deep breath Sam Winchester, the son of John Winchester, the brother of Dean Winchester entered the tent to start his life at Stanford.

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