Lori awoke to the sound of her alarm clock blaring classic rock music. Burying her head more into the pillow and squinting her eyes, she outstretched her arm until she felt the plastic of the cheap clock and proceeded in chucking it to the opposite side of the room.

No longer listening to the familiar sounds of The Rolling Stones Lori turned onto her side, thinking about the dreams that had haunted her last night. Unfortunately she had dreamed of Dean, of being with him, of being wrapped in his arms, and then of course it had ended like all of her Dean dreams end: with her waking up alone in an empty bed, left alone to feel like just another useless girl.

Before Lori could further depress herself anymore, she heard a knock on her dorm room door and sat up, grabbing the hoodie from the end of her bed as she slipped it on and left her bedroom to open the door. Unlocking her door and turning the handle, she opened the door to come face to, well, chest with Sam Winchester.

Sam grinned, looking down at her with his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Lori, hey. I wasn't sure if you were up or not, let alone still here."

"Why wouldn't I be in my dorm?" she asked, her mood lifting as she invited him inside. She walked over to her mini fridge and retrieved a water bottle from it, and turned to see Sam taking a seat on the small sofa that took up most of the small living room.

"It's almost ten in the morning. Usually your in the library studying right now. In fact, that was the first place I looked," Sam replied. "Then I thought maybe you were getting extra sleep or something."

"Well maybe I was sleeping," Lori shrugged.

"You weren't."
"How do you know?" Lori asked.

"Obviously you wouldn't have answered the door otherwise," Sam said simply.

"Oh... right."

Sam laughed and Lori blushed, taking another drink of her water.

"Are those yesterdays' clothes?" he asked her suddenly.

"If I told you yes what would be your response?" she asked, biting her lip and crossing her arms.

"That you hopefully have a good reason for the lack of hygiene."

"Because your one to speak," Lori inquired.

Sam stood, heaving his backpack over his shoulder once more. "I can be excused for a poor hygiene."

"Yeah, how?"

"Simple. I'm a dude."

"Because that isn't the least bit sexist," Lori remarked sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She grinned and laughed though, enjoying the company. "So what's up with the backpack? Do you have like thirty books in there or something? Cramming for an exam? A stolen obje-"

Sam laughed, interrupting her speech and she giggled. He ran a hand through his hair then and suddenly became quite serious, causing Lori's laughter to fade away.

"I actually have to leave," Sam said.

"What do you mean by leave?" Lori asked.

"I've just got a family hunting trip I've got to go to."

"Well how long will you be gone Sam? I mean, exams are just around the corner and you know if you want to get into law school that-"

"I know, I know Lori. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"This family hunting trip... it's a... a tradition I guess you would say."

"Right, like all of the other ones," Lori said, shaking her head, not believing what she was hearing.

"I won't be gone for very long, I mean, if you want I'll even call," Sam promised.

Lori rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Fine, but I swear, pretty soon I should get invited to one of these things myself."

"Believe me, you wouldn't want that."

"Right."

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and suddenly wrapped his long arms around Lori's small body.

"Don't do anything stupid," he whispered, kissing her cheek and turning away from her and leaving the room before Lori could even respond.