A/N: Hey, guys. This sort of just popped up in a dream that I had a while ago, and I just had to write it down, albeit more detailed. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters.

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I never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one . . ."

I scoffed at the program my roommate, Rose, turned on in our small dorm room at the University of Texas. Hearing me, Rose turned to face me sheepishly.

"Sorry, Ames. I couldn't resist," her hazel eyes widened, "I mean, what if that is real? I want to be prepared just in case. You believe in Heaven and Hell – why is this so hard for you to believe in, too?"

"Of course I do. I'm Christian. But all of that? His jealous girlfriend back from the dead? Her grandma's spirit living on as if she hadn't died? I don't think so. Besides, even if that could happen, do you really think that mimicking these actors, provoking them and disturbing their resting place, would help you or them?" I replied, rolling my eyes.

Rose just shook her head at me and smiled. She and I have been friends for about a year and a half now. We were both freshman in the daunting Intermediate French II class when we struck up a conversation and discussed existential French literature over coffee. She and I look and act differently, but many think we're somehow related.

Rose Matthews has long and straight blonde hair, perfectly shaped and colored hazel eyes, tan skin, and a supermodel skinny figure to die for. She is very quiet and reserved, never speaking out of turn or doing anything that has the potential to rock the boat.

I, Amelia Grace Tennant, am pretty much the opposite. My messy, curly, dirt brown hair is usually pulled back somehow, never just left alone. My eyes are a lighter brown, my skin so pale that no one believes me when I say that I'm Italian. I'm not skinny, but I'm not really fat, although society deems me as such. I'm soft and curvy. Yeah, let's go with that. While I am respectful and polite, I live for sarcasm. I don't party or anything either, but I like having a good time.

Rose and I grew up in very different homes as well. She has a loving mother and father that obsess over their jobs and money, but Rose never reflects that attitude. I have, well, had, two dads that are all about the small-town, homey feel. They adopted me when my birth mother decided that she couldn't take care of me when she had a son of her own.

Dad died a few years ago from cancer. It's just Papa and I now. He lives about twenty minutes from campus, neither of us willing to be too far apart after Dad's passing. Rose couldn't wait to be away from her stuffy parents. I was just hoping to get through school to make something of myself and to make my parents proud.

Monday morning came all too quickly. I stumbled out of bed, hastily pulling on a Metallica tee shirt, jeans, and a zip up hoodie. Rose was already up, perfecting the cat eye liner on her left eye while dressed in a satin blouse and trousers.

"Morning, sunshine!" She smiled brightly at me through the mirror.

I glowered at her as I braided my hair to the side.

"Or . . . not."

"It's too early for this shit, Rosie."

"Amy, 8:30 really isn't that early."

"Whatever you say, Miss I-Wake-Up-Singing-With-the-Animals. Hey, have you heard that Marcy's dad went missing Friday? That's the 4th one in 3 months."

"No, I didn't," Rose answered, concerned, "I hope they find him."

"Don't you think this is weird? All dads of students that go here, all disappear on a Friday, all never seen again?" I frowned.

"It is alarming, yes. I'm sure ours will be fine, though. Hey, don't you have to be somewhere?"

Reluctantly dropping the subject, I looked at the wall clock then her for a brief second. I jumped up, startling Rose, and exclaimed,

"OH FUCK! I have to meet my professor across campus in fifteen minutes!"

I frantically pulled on a pair of combat boots, grabbed my bag, and yelled a goodbye to Rose as I ran out of the room. As I was rounding the corner of the outside of the science building and coming into the main quad, I glanced at my phone to make sure I would make it to my professor's office in time. Not paying attention, I ran into something solid.

I was falling backwards, no doubt going to land on my ass, when a hand grabbed my elbow and steadied me. I looked up and saw this gorgeous guy in a simple black suit with bright green eyes staring into mine. When we made eye contact, he grinned widely and spoke to me in a deep, gravelly voice.

"Hi, I'm Dean."