-It's been a while since I posted anything, so I decided to try a multichapter that would make me write more often ;) So I present you the first chapter of my College-AU, I hope you'll like it and leave a review on your way back.-
Special thanks go to FallenAngel2487 who is not only my constant support and strength, but as to this story, also my beta! 3 Hoorraay!
Chapter 1
Sam stood in the dorm in front of his new room. He'd gotten accepted to college at the very last minute, because the guy who'd gotten the scholarship first, decided not to go and Sam was second on their list. Why would anyone decline a full ride at the Stanford University, Sam had no idea. When he'd been given the offer, he didn't hesitate for a second.
He would miss his parents, but he was more than happy to get out of Lawrence. His high school had been Hell. Sam was smart, smarter than all of his classmates and they never passed the opportunity to rub his nose in it. He remembered the fear of walking down the hall for his next class and the skipping lunches only too well. And it hadn't gotten worse only because Sam wisely chose not to come out and admit he was gay. His classmates figured, his lack of girlfriends was a result of his rather unpopular social status, and frankly, Sam didn't have the time for that anyway.
He was hoping with his heart that college would be different. He knew he wouldn't be overly popular, because he wouldn't be wasting his time on parties instead of studying, but if everybody just left him in peace, it would be enough.
He took a deep breath and knocked. There was no answer and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
In the haste of his acceptance, the information about his arrival somewhat got lost, the dorm room he was supposed to get instead of the other guy was taken and he spent a couple long hours sitting on his luggage in the dean's office, waiting to get a room.
To make matters even worse, his roommate was a senior and not even from the same major. While Sam's major was law, this guy - Winchester was his name? - was studying to be a journalist. Sam wasn't getting his hopes up, a senior happy to share a room with a freshman was about as common as unicorns.
Sam used his own key to get inside. He looked around his room. His room. He liked the sound of that. The door was somewhat separating the room in two identical halves. On both sides, there was a simple bed by the wall, a nightstand, two shelves and a small closet. On the opposite side from the door was a window and by that two desks. Both covered in Senior's (as Sam called his roommate in his mind) stuff. Behind the Senior's wall was a small bathroom, too.
Sam sighed, when he noticed the state the room was in. Apparently, nobody warned his roommate about his arrival.
Senior had obviously already unpacked at least half of his bags, if you call throwing your clothes around the room unpacking. Sam's bed was turned into a changing room, judging by the various shirts and jeans on it. When he opened his closet, he found all kinds of shoes, including in-line skates, and the rest of the space was filled with paper boxes with God knows what. Sure enough, after an inspection of the bathroom, he found the shelves hopelessly filled, as well.
Sam dragged his bags through the door and made his way to his bed. He carefully folded each piece of clothing and laid them down on Senior's pillow. He ran a hand through his hair. He seriously didn't want to start off with a fight, but he needed his roommate to give Sam his half of the room back. Or at least a quarter.
The door opened and when Sam turned around, there was a guy, a few years older and about the same high as him. He gaped at him for a moment and then slammed the door behind him.
"Who the fuck are you?" he yelled angrily. "And what are you doing in my room?"
Sam flinched and instinctively took a step back.
"I guess they didn't tell you," he said with a nervous smile. "I'm your new roommate. There was a problem with my room, so they put me here. I'm Sam," he held out his hand.
"You touched my things," said Senior, completely ignoring the offered hand.
"Y-yeah I, I mean, it was on my bed and I-," Sam stuttered, his self-consciousness making him afraid of what would come next.
He just wanted his roommate to not hate him. Somewhere deep inside his heart, he was even hoping they would become friends. But that was off the table now. Sam must have the worst people skills ever.
"Don't ever touch my stuff again," Senior hissed as he moved closer to Sam. He was a few inches shorter, yet he managed to look more intimidating.
"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled quietly as he bowed his head.
What a great start of what was supposed to be the best years of his life.
"A freshman," Senior scowled. "They put a fucking freshman in my room. What did I do to anyone?"
And with that, he disappeared in the bathroom. Not too long after that, Sam heard the shower start running.
He fished out a book out of his backpack and sat down on the bed, which seemed like the only place he'd been allowed to use. He stared at the page, but wasn't really reading it. He was going over the last couple of minutes to figure out what had he done wrong.
It was completely unfair! It was not Sam's fault they messed up his admission and it wasn't like he requested to be put in the room with this guy. And Sam had a right to get rid of his clothes on his bed. Plus he folded them and returned in even better shape than they were before.
Senior emerged from the bathroom in a towel and though Sam did not even look his way, he was hyperaware of his every move. He pulled his knees to his chin and slouched to take up as little space as possible. He was tall and that usually brought unwanted attention. He had enough sanity to turn the pages in his book to pretend to be reading.
When his roommate finished changing and styling his hair in front of a mirror on his closet door, he made his way to Sam's bed and hovered there for a minute.
Sam's hands started trembling slightly and he was worrying his lower lip between his teeth. He didn't know what to expect. Another outburst? A blow in the face? Maybe he'd laugh at his clothes or the book he was pretending to be reading. The nerves were killing him.
"Hey," a hand dropped on his shoulder. The smell of Senior's aftershave washed over Sam. He smelled good. "Sam, was it?"
Sam blinked up at him, the surprise taking away the ability to speak from him, so he just nodded.
"I think we started off on the wrong foot," Senior smiled and held out his hand toward Sam. "Name's Dean," he shook it, when Sam took his hand. "Sorry about earlier, I wasn't mad at you, I was just mad. They told me I'd have the room all to myself and no offence, but you are a freshman."
"It's not like I asked to live with a senior," Sam muttered.
"Now you hurt my feelings," Dean smirked. "Anyway, I'm going out tonight, a friend from my class is throwing this welcome party. So make yourself at home," he winked at Sam.
As the senior - Dean - was gathering his stuff and making last adjustments in front of his mirror, Sam had the chance to take a better look at him.
Dean was quite good-looking with his muscular body, tanned skin and golden crown of short-cropped hair. Those were the things that made him look manly. But then there were his lips, freckles, and especially his impossibly green eyes that couldn't be described as anything else but pretty. Not that Sam would ever say this out loud.
He looked up to see Dean's reflection smirking down at him. Sam blushed heavily and ducked his head quickly, embarrassed over getting caught staring.
"I know, what you're thinking about," Dean said.
"You do?" Sam asked, praying to God that Dean didn't.
"You want me to ask you to come," Dean continued. "Sorry buddy, it's a Senior and Junior's party only."
Sam let out a deep breath.
"Too bad, then," he said. Like he cared about any parties.
When Dean was finally satisfied with his I just spent two hours trying to look like I don't care at all hair, he grabbed his cell, wallet and keys and headed out of the door.
Sam sighed and shook his head. Well, this could have gone much worse, he figured. He fished out his toiletries from his bag and went to take a shower himself.
He was very surprised to find one shelf cleared off Dean's stuff. Sure, there were still two shelves, a sink and a shower covered in things that belonged to the senior, but it was still a nice gesture. Sam had to smile to himself. Maybe this whole thing started off badly, so it could improve in time.
He took a shower, brushed his teeth and lay back down on his bed to read for a bit. It was close to midnight, when his eyes started to close on their own will. He turned his bedside lamp off and closed his eyes. Dean was still gone, when sleep finally overtook him.
Sam's alarm clock went off at 7 AM. He turned it off and padded into the bathroom, careful not to wake Dean who was sleeping face down on his bed in the same clothes he wore, when he went out yesterday.
When he finished with the morning bathroom procedures, he walked back to his bags to find something decent to wear. He and the other freshmen were supposed to meet with the director, deputy and their counsellor in the University's main hall at 8:30. Sam was worried he might oversleep, so he set his alarm for a bit earlier.
"What the fuck are you doing awake?" he heard the muffled muttering from his roommate's bed.
Sam scowled. Dean was probably a light sleeper and definitely not a morning person. Waking him up definitively didn't help Sam score any points with him.
"It's my first day, don't wanna be late," he answered.
"It's early," Dean whined. "I swear, wake me up like this one more time, and I'll make your life a living hell," he promised.
The whole time he was talking, he never opened his eyes. Now, he just turned his head away and started snoring softly almost immediately.
Yeah, Senior definitely wasn't a morning person. He probably wouldn't even remember their conversation once he'd truly woken up, but Sam knew better than to take such threats lightly. He would be more careful and quiet next time.
The meeting went just as he expected. People who lived together in the dorm or had their rooms close to each other were already on their way to become friends. The pretty girls were flirting with the hot boys and the rest of the students was just yawning and looking generally annoyed. It felt too much like High school for Sam's liking, but at least nobody paid him any attention.
When they finished the tour around the Campus, they were handed out their timetables along with the list of required literature. The counsellor told Sam that since he had the full scholarship, he wasn't obligated to pay. She said it loud enough for the students around them to hear and Sam saw the Nerd, Trash and Beggar written all over their faces. He quickly looked down and didn't dare to look at either of his classmates.
The meeting was finally dismissed and everyone started to disappear into their rooms in small groups. Sam's room was the only one in a different building than everyone else's and he was the only one to leave alone, too. He wasn't sure if he was even bothered by it.
There was no sign of Dean, when he returned to the room. The clothes he went out and then slept in laid discarded on the bathroom floor and his unmade bed was covered in shirts and jeans again. This guy was such a girl when it came to getting dressed, Sam chuckled.
Carefully, he picked up Dean's clothes from the bathroom, and folded it on his pillow, again. He didn't even know why. He remembered that Dean told him not to touch his stuff, but he believed he'd be much happier this way, than have Sam step on his clothes while taking a piss.
He took a shower and sighed, when he went through his bag to find something to wear. He could really use his closet, but he didn't want to annoy Dean any more than necessary. Their peace was fragile enough as it was.
He glanced at his closet and was surprised to find it opened and – empty.
Slowly, he walked over and peeked inside. He blinked to be sure, but this wasn't a trick. Dean really cleared out his closet. Without Sam even asking for it.
Quickly, Sam unpacked what clothes and shoes he brought with him and put it in his closet, so that Dean couldn't come back and change his mind. Even his desk was free of Dean's stuff. Maybe his roommate wasn't such an asshole after all.
-xXx-
Dean was really pissed at whoever decided it would be fun to put a freshman in his dorm room. He felt like it was a violation of his rights as a senior and also disrespectful to the memory of Ash, his previous roommate. Granted, the school probably didn't have a reason to honour his memory, since they were the ones who kicked him out, but still. It shouldn't be this easy to replace him. With a fucking freshman, no less.
He hated Sam the first second he saw him and he intended for it to stay that way, but when he saw the way the kid just took blame for every shit Dean threw at him and then sort of just crumpled on himself, he felt bad about it. He decided to file a complaint and ask for a new room just for himself or something. He wrote Ash a complaining text too, but it was just like the bastard not to answer him.
His new roommate was strange. And that, coming from someone whose roommate used to be Ash, meant something. Sam never demanded things from Dean, like to clean after himself, to leave his stuff in his side of the room, to be quiet, when Sam was reading, nothing. And whenever Dean out of the goodness of his heart decided to give Sam some room that was supposed to be his anyway, all he got in return were quiet thanks and shy smiles. The guy hardly ever even met his eyes.
He actually reminded Dean of his own freshman self, when he was insecure, shy and nervous. But Dean was lucky to be put in one room together with Ash. Even though at first, it seemed more like a curse.
Ash was weird. Like super weird. So weird it would be crazy if it wasn't so awesome, as it turned out. He dragged Dean into the madness that was college life and Dean would never thank him enough. He missed his stupid jokes, gross food manners and the ever-present humming of his laptop. But Ash didn't even seem upset about being kicked out. He was more likely to become a person the journalists write about than a journalist himself. He had already had a job offer in some pc company, before he even packed his bags. And Dean was happy for him, but it still sucked. If it wasn't for Ash, Dean might have become just as awkward and anti-social as his current roommate.
But if he had to be perfectly honest with himself, he'd admit, that the thing that was pissing him off the most about this was that he didn't have an empty room where he could take the girls and occasional boys. He already bragged to his friends about how it was going to rock this year and now it was ruined.
Not like he suddenly stopped enjoying the wild life, but it really sucked to ask the girls if their room was available. And not that many guys had a roommate happy with two men going at it in theirs. Gays and bisexuals had to be careful. When you were popular enough, people just didn't talk about it. If you weren't that popular, you just had to make sure that nobody knew.
He figured he'd give it a week or two until the kid came around and started hanging out and partying. Maybe they could take turns in taking the girls in. Or they could share. He was sure it had to suck to live in another building than all of his classmates, because looking at his books, the guy was definitely aspiring to be the next Perry Mason and lawyers were in the building next door. Posh, stock bunch of people, who thought they were better than the rest of them. One more reason not to like Sam.
A month went by and the freaking freshman didn't start going anywhere. Actually, it seemed more like he spent every freaking second that he wasn't in class sitting on his bed and either reading or studying.
It was driving Dean mad. After a month of quickies in the bathroom and sneaking around the dorm, he decided he'd had enough. When the last girl he had sex with laughed and asked him if he needed a room, he knew he had to do something before he turned into a public joke.
"Hey Sam," he said to his roommate, who was sitting on his bed and reading. "I'm heading out."
"Okay," Sam said without raising his eyes.
"And I'll be back later," he tried going for subtle.
"Okay?" the kid blinked at his reflection in the mirror.
"And I'm not going to be alone. The whole night," Dean sighed. Subtle obviously wasn't going to work.
"Okay," Sam nodded and returned his attention to his book.
"Okay?" Dean repeated incredulously and turned around. "That's all you have to say?"
His roommate jumped slightly at the tone of his voice.
"N-no, I-," he stuttered. "Have fun?"
It was almost a question, like he was trying to find out what Dean wanted from him and Dean would have felt sorry for him if he wasn't so damn mad at him.
He just rolled his eyes and slammed the door behind himself. He needed a drink and fast. His fucking idiot of a roommate was really getting on his nerves. It was some twisted game of fate that he, Dean Winchester of all people, had to end up with the biggest dork in the world. The kid better be gone, when he came back tonight.
It was a great party. Dean's head was pleasantly buzzing on the verge of drunkenness and he was ready to take the chick on his arm to his room. He leaned to her and whispered in her ear if she wanted to make the party a little more private.
She was already drunk, so she just giggled and nodded.
"Just let me say bye to my friends," he winked at her and joined his buddies Jim and Ben.
"There you are, Chester!" Jim slapped him on the back. "Haven't seen you all night, been stuck in the bathroom again?" he mocked.
"Shut up and look at the hottie by the door. Guess who's taking her home tonight?" Dean grinned.
"You sure your roommate won't mind?" Ben laughed, but eyed Dean's soon-to-be conquer with an obvious envy.
"Don't care no more," Dean shrugged. "I warned him. You better hook up too, I don't wanna be the only one bragging tomorrow...again." Dean dodged the punch in his shoulder Jim tried to give him and walked back to Melinda...Melissa...whatever her name was.
He took her hand and led her through the corridors, stopping only for occasional make out sessions. She was hot with her tanned skin, slim waist and long, dark hair that spilled over her shoulders. She might have had a bigger ass and a little too much make up on, but Dean wasn't that picky. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to be there the morning after.
When they reached his door, she leaned in to kiss him and wrapped her arms around his lower back. Dean did the same and slid his hands down to give a squeeze her ass, barely covered in the tiny shorts she wore, just as he felt her hand go inside his back pocket and fish out the key to his room.
"Oops," she blinked up at him innocently with her chestnut-like eyes as she let the key fall inside her cleavage.
Dean grinned at her mischievously, before he dipped his head down. She was playful. He liked games.
He nuzzled her neck, while he snuck his hands under her top to feel the soft, smooth skin under it. Then he lowered his head even lower, pushing his nose between her breasts, only to straighten back up victoriously, holding the key by its chain between his teeth.
"Treasure hunter," she giggled.
Dean unlocked the door to the dark room, then he pulled Mathylda...Marica...or something close and rolled his hips into hers.
"And the most precious treasure I found, is you," he whispered into her ear. Girls seemed to like hearing stuff like that.
She blushed and Dean had to admit, it made her even more attractive. He walked backwards through the door, pulling her with him. He felt for the switch and turned the lights on.
All the colour from her face was suddenly gone and she grasped his arm almost painfully.
"There-there's someone in the bed,'" she pointed with a shaky finger in the direction her eyes were looking.
Dean looked the way and sure enough, there was Sam, sleeping peacefully in his bed. Anger boiled inside Dean and it was all he could do not to wake his roommate up with a punch in the face.
What the fuck was Sam's problem, anyway? Dean had told him he was going to have a company over. Hell, the kid even seemed to understand it. Was a little time and space for Dean's social life too much to ask? After all, he went out of his way to give the guy as much room as he could need.
But if Sam wanted to be an asshole, then so would Dean.
"That's my roommate," he grinned at Melanie, or was it Mandy? "He's a little kinky," he whispered, as though he was sharing a secret."He likes to listen. Don't pay him any attention, he won't bother us."
She pursed her lips as she was contemplating the idea and Dean prayed that she was drunk enough to go for it.
"Okay," she said finally. "But turn off the lights. I don't want him to watch."
"Sure thing, baby," Dean let out an audible breath and switched the lights back off.
He pulled the girl closer and pressed her against the wall, sneaking his hands under her top, feeling the smooth, flat belly.
They lost most of their clothes on their way to the bed and fell down on it only in their underwear.
She crawled on the top of him and trailed teasingly light kisses down his throat. Dean was suddenly irritated by the teasing, even though just moments ago he was looking forward to it. But Sam's presence just ruined the mood for him.
He ran his hands up the girl's sides and stopped on her back to unhook her bra. No, he won't let some freshman spoil this for him. No way.
He threw Monica's bra away and drew her head down to kiss her mouth, exploring it with his tongue, while playing with her breasts. He preferred dick to vagina to be honest, but he loved boobs. If he were a girl, he'd never stop touching them.
She did a thing with her teeth, when she scraped them along his tongue gently, before letting go of his mouth and it sent shivers down Dean's spine. He quickly sucked one of her nipples in his mouth to prevent himself from moaning, because that would have been embarrassing.
She moaned loudly as he lavished one of her nipples with his tongue, while using his fingers on the other. She pressed her ass down on Dean's groin, causing him to groan.
"Okay," she laughed softly. "I'm in the bed with the mighty Dean Winchester," she said as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of Dean's boxers. "Let's see what the fuss is all about."
She pulled his boxers down and hummed appraisingly.
"Mighty enough for you?" Dean raised his eyebrow.
She licked along his shaft, causing it to harden and swell even more. Dean's hips tried to buck upward, but her weight was enough to keep him grounded.
"Jesus, Mary," Dean threw his head back.
"Mariah," she corrected him, but she didn't sound overly concerned.
"Yeah, right, sorry," Dean grinned sheepishly.
"Do you think," she murmured against his skin as she left a wet trail on her way up his stomach, "that we could skip the blowjob?" She was lying atop him now and he let his hands roam around her body freely as he angled his head to suck on her neck. "Can't you tell how hot and wet I am for you?" She whined, took one of his hands and guided it down to her crotch. Dean felt her through her panties. They were soaked.
Dean kissed her fiercely, trying to focus solely on the kiss, because his cock was really aching now.
"I can't wait to ride the mighty dick of yours," Mariah whispered against his mouth, when they broke off and he had to bite on his bottom lip, hard. She was good.
"There's a condom in my nightstand," he panted.
She reached for it, pulled it on Dean's cock and guided him inside her. She moaned loudly at the feeling, and then she grinned sort of impishly, right before she started to ride him.
Dean kept bucking his hips up to meet her halfway, sliding in and out of her tight wetness, feeling the orgasm build in his gut.
She was screaming his name on the top of her lungs as she neared her own orgasm and Dean was groaning with pleasure. At one point, he looked to the other bed. Sam didn't seem to move an inch. Dean was positive that what he and Mariah were doing would have woken up a Sleeping beauty, let alone a stupid freshman. So maybe he wasn't all that wrong about his kink.
He didn't have much time to process that train of thoughts though, because his body arched off the bed as he came, shooting his load to the condom inside the girl that was riding him. He tried not to dwell too much on the fact, that he'd just came thinking of a certain tall and shaggy haired guy.
She kept her pace, milking him off and chasing her own orgasm. When she finally came with a scream so loud, it actually made Dean's ears ring, she stood up, rolled the condom off Dean and asked him, where the trash bin was.
"You can throw it away in the bathroom. Under the sink," Dean said and yawned.
"You mind if I take a shower too?" she asked him.
"Sure, go ahead."
As he heard the shower start running, he thought about the night. Mariah was definitely a good lay; he just hoped she wouldn't get too clingy. God knew he'd had enough of those. He didn't like being a heartbreaker. That was, why he always chose to sleep only with the people that figured that it would be just a one-night-stand for Dean.
He made sure with Mariah too, but then again, she was drunk.
By the time the shower stopped running, he was drifting to sleep.
"Hey," Mariah shook his shoulder a little. "I'm going."
"Mmkay."
"Just wanted to say thanks for the night. Maybe we can repeat it sometime? There are a lot of parties, I'm sure we'll meet at one."
"Sure," Dean smiled at her when she bent down to kiss his cheek. He was definitely hooking up with this girl again.
"Maybe next time, you'll do all the work," she grinned.
Scratch that, he was never going to see her again.
She tossed a wink over her shoulder and then she was gone. Dean rolled on his side, contemplating calling Sam on his act, but before he made up his mind, he was asleep.
-xXx-
Things were going fine, or so Sam thought. After the first night Dean brought a girl back to their room, he was worried things might get a little awkward, but his roommate seemed to buy his faked sleeping. The only downside of this for Sam was that now he had to deal with Dean bringing girls over at least three nights a week.
But really, what was he supposed to do? Go out? Where? He didn't know anyone in this building and honestly, he didn't really know his classmates either. He wasn't invited to any parties, hell, he didn't even have friends. The only time people actually talked to him was when there was a group assignment involved. Then he would suddenly become everyone's best friend, because they all expected him to do most if not all the work. And he always did, because he didn't need any more people hating him.
It was bad enough that Gary Huffman, the rich and spoiled son of a famous law-office director, decided that he didn't like Sam and felt obligated to let him know all the time.
"Watch your step, Campbell," Gary laughed as he shoved Sam out of his way, causing him to drop everything he'd been carrying.
From his high-school experience, Sam knew that it was best to just not say anything, gather his things and get out of Gary's sight as fast as possible. At least Gary and his loyal companions were the only ones giving him a hard time, the rest of the students didn't seem to care. And if that was something positive for him, it only showed how miserable Sam's life was.
He made his way to the classroom, where his next class was and sat down to the front row.
"Put the papers that were due today on my desk, please," said the professor, when the class started.
There were some sounds of protest and a few horrified gasps "Was it really due today?" Sam was going through the pile of things he'd been carrying earlier, because the homework was there, somewhere. Except it wasn't. He went through his backpack, too, but he couldn't find it anywhere.
So he had to add his name to the list of people, who claimed to have forgotten their papers in their room.
Professor Green just shook his head and let out a disappointed sigh. Sam ducked his head down and felt his ears burn with shame. It didn't help that Gary and his stupid friends were pointing at him and laughing.
Everyone was given the chance to deliver their papers until 5 PM to professor Green's office. Sam all but ran to his dorm room, partly to find his paper and partly to escape Gary's wannabe funny comments.
He was already used to finding his room empty, no matter the time he walked in. He had no idea of his roommate's schedule, but he was sure that even if he didn't have class, he'd be probably spending his time with his friends. Because unlike Sam, everyone had friends. And Dean had more than plenty. Not that Sam was jealous, not at all. No, he wasn't. Okay, maybe a little. So what.
The only logical place for his homework to be was his desk. But when he didn't find it there, Sam searched everywhere. Twice, for good measure. There was only one good explanation. Gary fucking Huffman.
Sam's fists clenched at his sides and he forced back the tears of the unfairness of this situation back. He must have lost the paper, when Gary made him drop his things. Or maybe Gary even took it himself.
He sat dejectedly down and put a blank sheet of paper on his desk. He had about three hours to re-do the paper he spent two good evenings working on. He sighed and looked over to his roommate's bed. At times like these, he wished that Dean were his friend. Nobody would dare to push Dean Winchester's friend around.
Right at that moment their phone beeped. It was connected to the other rooms and to the administrator of the dorm rooms. Sam never had a reason to use it and neither did he see Dean using it, but before he decided whether to pick up or not, it had already gone into voicemail.
"Dear Mr. Winchester, this is the administrator's office. We have to deny your request to be moved into a different room. There are no rooms available at this moment. Have a nice day," and with a final beep the message ended.
Sam just stared at the phone. He frantically searched his mind to find what had he done so wrong, that Dean couldn't stand it to be in one room with him anymore. Apparently, Sam was some kind of a human repellent that chased everyone away. There was no other explanation since he hadn't done anything to offend his senior roommate, not that he could remember at least.
He heard the door open and almost kicked the chair down as he jumped at the sound. He raised his eyes to meet Dean's and his roommate smiled at him.
"Hey, I didn't think you'd be here," he sounded honestly surprised.
"Well, it's my room too, you know," Sam hissed through gritted teeth and bowed his head down again.
"Yeah, how could I forget that," Dean sighed.
Sam was so pissed and hurt at the same time that he was sure he'd start crying if he didn't get out in like five seconds.
"You've got a message," he muttered, grabbed his notepad and pencil case and brushed past Dean. He'd do the homework in the library.
-xXx-
When the class was finally over, Dean stood up, stretched his back and yawned. His back popped as his spine went back to its place. He gathered his bag and started moving toward his room.
"Hey, Chester!" he heard Jim yelling at him, so he turned around to see his friend with some chick Dean had never seen before. At least he hoped he hadn't. That would have been awkward. "Don't forget about the party tonight! It's going to be huge!"
"I'll be there," Dean waved his friend off tiredly.
According to Jim, every party was huge and couldn't be missed. Dean wasn't one to stay at home, when he didn't have to, but it was going to be third night in a row without much or even any sleep and it started to wear him out. So he decided to skip his last class, the professor only talked about The Times anyway, and take a nice nap, before going to the party.
As he neared his door, he thought of Sam. He wasn't sure if he wanted the kid to be there right now. Even though Dean planned to sleep, he didn't like the silence that was between them, whenever they both ended up in the room together. Those times were, when he missed Ash the most.
At first, he was pissed at the freshman for staying in the room, even though Dean had made it clear he wanted the room for himself (and the girls of course). But the more it happened, the less angry Dean was and the more he pitied the kid. Nobody in their right mind would put up with such crap from their roommate if they had a choice. They would either tell them to bring their girls elsewhere and fight about it, or they would start going out. Sam did neither.
Dean started to think that maybe the kid never went out simply because he didn't have anywhere to go. Or anyone to go with. And as much as Dean despised to be anyone's babysitter, Sam was still his roommate and maybe Dean could help him out instead of ignoring him.
But that could wait until tomorrow. Right now, Dean needed his beauty sleep and Sam was probably in class anyway.
He wasn't all that surprised to find Sam in their room, when he opened the door, though. What did surprise him was how the kid almost jumped out of his skin, when he heard him coming.
"Hey, I didn't think you'd be here," Dean said instead of greeting, so he smiled to make it sound friendlier.
"Well, it's my room too, you know," the kid said with his head bowed down again and Dean felt like a complete asshole.
"Yeah, how could I forget that," he sighed.
"You've got a message," Sam muttered and then he was gone. Dean could have sworn he'd seen tears in his eyes.
Dean blinked a few times and then noticed the red blinking control on the room's phone. When he listened to the message, he understood what had upset his roommate so much and if possible, he felt even worse.
He completely forgot he'd ever asked for a different room, it must have been like a month ago, when he'd just found that he had a roommate. Fuck the administrator for just answering now, anyway.
Well, when Sam came back, he would explain to him that it was never about him, Dean thought as he plopped down on his bed. Even as sleep pulled him under, he was thinking about the miserable look on his roommate's face, right before he took off.
He was still blissfully sleeping, when he heard rough voices yelling, "Wake up, Dean!" and "You fucking moron, you're sleeping!"
Very carefully, he opened one eye to see Ben's face right in front of his.
"He's alive!" Ben yelled a little too loudly.
"What are you fuckers doing in my room?" he asked his friends, when he noticed a bunch of them standing around his bed.
"The party, dude?" Jim looked at him as though he was completely retarded. "If we hadn't come to rescue you, sleeping beauty, you'd sleep right through it."
"Well maybe I wanted to sleep," Dean huffed, but got out of his bed anyway.
"You can sleep when you're dead," Jim retorted.
As quickly as possible, Dean changed into something not sleep-crumpled and kicked his friends out before following them suit. He noticed that it was almost 9 PM and Sam wasn't back yet.
Even when he came back a later that night, alone because he didn't feel like hooking up, Sam's bed was still empty.