Chapter 1

Six degrees of separation.

Disclaimer: The show belongs to the networks and Kripke and Co. I'm just playing with them for entertainment/

A/N this is an AU - no series spoilers just a little what if? Anything else would give away the surprise

Later chapters will have spoiler warnings appropriate to the chapter contents

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'Six degrees of separation.'

He'd heard that comment so many times before but never had it rung so true.

For the first time in his life he might have a solid lead on finding his father. Sam still couldn't believe that the lead would have come from here at Stanford. Sam had always been a major bibliophile. When the time had come to choose a college major, he'd gravitated to pre-law. Pre-law was something that would let him help people without having to see blood regularly.

Sam really didn't like the sight of blood. There had been too much time spent in hospitals while growing up. He'd seen too many people hurt and heard too many cries of pain to ever want to be a doctor.

So here he was at Stanford, enrolled as a pre-law student and moving into college housing. He was hoping for a fresh start here away from his past.

It had all started earlier that day.

Hearing a tentative knock on the door he glance up to see another boy poke his head into the room.

"Yes, can I help you" asked Sam ever so politely.

"Yeah, I think I'm your roommate," said a slightly rotund young man with a boyish grin.

"Well, then come on in. I hope you don't mind I took the bed furthest from the door but you can have it if you really want."

"That's OK. Doesn't really matter much to me."

"Great, so what you're major?"

"Umm, not sure probably pre-med. What about you?"

"Pre-law, I got a scholarship though and I plan on studying a lot to keep it just so you know, but if you're pre-med then you'll be doing a lot of studying too, so it shouldn't be a problem, by the way I'm Sam."

"I'm James. Hey, Sam you don't have a refrig or microwave do you?"

"No, why?"

"Well, we have spares of both at my grandparents' house and my family said I could bring them if my roommate didn't already have them. So, you want to help me go get them? It isn't very far."

"Sure, why not?" Sam shrugged unfolding himself from the bed he'd been sitting on.

"Wow!" exclaimed James staring at Sam.

"What?" asked Sam curiously.

"Man, you are tall. You don't play basketball do you?"

"Uh, no not really," Sam muttered glancing down at his lean frame of about six and a half feet. "Can we go now?"

"Sure, sure. My truck is parked outside."

About thirty minutes later the truck pulls up outside a nice home in a fairly influential neighborhood.

"Well this is it Grandpa and Grandma Moore's place," says James with a grin. "Come on, Sam. I can't wait till they meet you and then we can get the stuff and go."

As they walked into the house James shouts, "Hey Grams, I'm back and I brought my roommate."

"Oh that's nice dear," say an older woman walking out of a door directly behind Sam.

Sam starts to turn around as James says "Grandma this is…"

"Sam?" the question hangs in the air as James grandmother crumples to the floor.

"Huh?" Sam says as he catches her turning to look at James "What the hell just happened?"

"No, idea. Is she OK?"

Sam puts a hand to her neck and feeling a weak but steady pulse replies "Yeah, I think so. I think she just fainted is all."

"That's weird here put her on the couch while I get Grandpa."

"OK," as Sam stoops to lay her on the couch he hears someone else enter the room.

"What are you doing with my wife? Who are you?" demands an older male voice as Sam turns toward the new voice he hears his name once again "Sam?"

James reaches out to steady his grandfather as he appears nearly as shocked as his grandmother was, but what is going on and how can they know his new roommates name? James looks at Sam in confusion but Sam only stares back shaking his head and appearing equally confused.

"Sam? How can this possibly be?"

"My name is Sam. But how do you know that? I don't recall ever meeting you." asks Sam becoming more confused and alarmed by the minute.

"Why are you here and what do you want? Winchester."

Feeling like he is about to faint "Winchester?" asks Sam in an unsteady voice.

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