NOTE: While trying to surpass my writer's block for this chapter (ideas for this story are welcome, hint hint), I found myself confused. Looking back, I realized that Sam knows Loki is supernatural, and Loki knows Sam is a hunter, although they haven't said much upon the issue. So, past my confusion, we go on with the story!

This story is turning out much differently than I thought it would. I'm not sure I like it. Anyway, I'm sorry this took so long to update. I have no excuses!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Chapter 10: First Day

One week later.

"LOKI!" came the enraged shout. In response was a high pitched giggle coming from the being reading a magazine on a bed in the messy room. A medium sized man came barging into the dorm room, toothbrush in hand and eyes blazing.

"What did you do this time?" asked Sam, who was standing at the closet picking out clothes for their first day.

"Why does everyone blame me? It could have been anyone that filled the toothpaste up with shaving cream instead." The innocent look on Loki's face as he peeked out from under the magazine was obviously fake.

"We blame you, because it is always your fault! Give me your toothpaste, since mine is obviously not usable." Kyle said agitatedly. His foot was tapping the carpet in its navy blue socks. He had dark tan pants on, and a wrinkled button up shirt that was currently undone. His short, oak brown hair was spiked in the front.

"You can use mine." Sam said, going over to a worn duffle in the corner. He pulled out a tube of aim toothpaste, and tossed it across the room to Kyle.

"Thanks Sam. I'll see you in class. Loki, expect payback!" Kyle yelled on his way out the door and back down the hall to the bathroom. Sam and Loki had been here for a week, and had made friends with the other boys in their part of the dorm. Kyle was from next door, and often a target for Loki's pranks. Loki had quickly become known as the best prankster in the building. Kyle studied Law with Sam, and shared many of the same classes.

"Aw, Sam, you're too nice." Loki whined. Sam was often the one to offer help to Loki's victims; everyone else was too afraid of becoming the next target.

Sam ignored Loki, instead choosing to find a decent shirt to wear to his first class. Today was the first day of the semester. Sam's first class was called "Contracts". When Sam was ready, with his recently acquired school supplies and Loki trailing behind him, Sam set off onto campus to find his class. After walking Sam to class despite Sam's insistence that he really didn't need the trickster to babysit him, Loki walked into the Men's bathroom and 'teleported' over to his own class; "How Theater Is Designed".

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"Sirs, I'm sorry but I can't let you through without proper identification."

"Here." John shoved the FBI badge at the coroner. They were standing outside the morgue, working on the latest case, and the coroner was being strict about the rules. Dean got his own badge out, albeit much less forcefully. This was the second body without an explanation, and the two Winchesters had just gotten into town the night before whatever had happened. The coroner was a short man, with a bald head. His voice was light, and had the hint of a whine to it.

"Agent Makder, why would the FBI be on a case in a town like this? I wouldn't mind speaking with someone higher up, no offense. Our police haven't even had a proper chance to investigate!" Dean was about to ask about the police not having a "proper chance", but John cut him off by handing the coroner a business card. The little man went scurrying through a door and into an office, shooting a suspicious glance back over his shoulder. Dean watched as he talked animatedly over the phone.

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Bobby heard a phone ring in his kitchen, one of many. He set down a dusty book next to a half-empty beer. He had just entered the kitchen when the phone marked 'FBI' started on its second ring. He picked it up, introducing himself with the fake name he always used for this phone.

"Agent Jeffinson speaking."

"Hello, agent. I'm Dr. Coltan from the coroner's office in Freida, Nebraska. I have two of your agents here, investigating a recent case, and-"

"And what?"

"Well, the police haven't finished investigating, and I'm just not sure I understand why this is a federal case, when-"

"What, the federal government is supposed to just wait for your police to finish? You got something so important that my boys are gonna have to sit around while you people try and figure something out? Or is it just that you got something you don't want the feds to see?" Bobby sent up a barrage of questions to confuse and intimidate the fool on the other end of the line.

"N-No! Nothing like that."

"Well then what's the problem?"

"Uh, well, nothing, I guess."

"Good."

"Goodbye sir." The man said in a slightly apologetic tone.

"Bye." Bobby rolled his eyes as he put the receiver back in the cradle. Nothing ever went smoothly when a Winchester was on the case, despite the family being some of the best damn hunters. Sighing, Bobby went back to the book he was searching through to help Rufus.

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Sam sighed as he left his last class for the day. He was walking back to the nearby dorm. It was only one o'clock, but Sam didn't have anything planned for the rest of the day. Few other people were also walking the campus, most of them students around Sam's age or older. As Sam passed the small, shadowed space between two buildings he felt a slight breeze. A second later he was in the presence of Loki.

"Heya Sammykins!" The shorter man greeted gleefully.

"Hi. Are you done with classes already? Did you even go?"

"Of course I went! Well, I showed up at least… I don't know how you humans stand it, being in a classroom and having to sit still for hours. One of my teachers threatened to lock me out of class!" Loki's face was set in a pout as though he had been completely undeserving of the received threat. Sam snorted in laughter, and Loki smiled. "You and me should go have some fun, Samsquatch!" Loki announced.

"Oh no. Fun with you means trouble for me!" Sam had no intentions of ending up in jail, or dealing with whatever other consequences Loki's scheming would end with. Besides, Sam had to go job searching, unless he wanted to spend his life paying off student loans. Financial aid only got you so far.

"Come on! You are such a downer! We could grab Kevin and Joe, or whatever their names are, and go to a local bar. Plenty of douches to mess with there."

"You mean Kyle and Jere?" Sam rolled his eyes, but Loki took note of the fact that Sam didn't verbally object to the bar idea.

"So it's a yes then?" He prompted.

"You are aware that I cannot buy alcohol?" Sam replied.

"We can buy it for you." When Loki said 'we', he really meant 'everyone but me'.

"… Fine, but only a few drinks, and we'll have to wait a few hours for Jere to be done with class." Jere was another boy from the dorm, a second year medical student. His full name was Jeremiah.

"Aw, thanks Sam! You'll have fun!" Loki decided it would be his goal to teach this human to relax… a tough goal.

"That's what I'm afraid of." Sam replied. The remainder of the trek back to the dorm was filled with banter between the human and the trickster.

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The warm air of the bar was filled with the stench of drunken humans and the noise of a jukebox playing in the corner. Pool tables with stacks of betted money filled up the space where a dance floor would be in a club. A party of four stumbled in from outside, where rain dripped from the sky to cleanse the ground. Finding an empty table, three of the men sat while one broke from the group to get them drinks. The tallest man, and also the youngest, was squished against the wall by the shortest, and oldest, man of the group. Loki was edging slowly towards Sam, so that every few minutes the human would find himself uncomfortably close to the trickster, and would move closer to the wall on his other side. Loki continued this game as Kyle brought back the first round of drinks until Sam was pressed against the wall with Loki on his other side.

"Um, Loki, a little elbow-room please?"

"It's not my fault your too tall to sit properly." Loki replied, but didn't move. Sam peeked over the shorter man to see how much space was left on the seat bench, before pushing the trickster back into his space. Loki laughed, but relinquished the stolen personal space.

"So how were classes?" Jere asked, sipping from his beer.

"It's the first day, so everything was pretty easy." Sam replied, Kyle nodding along.

"Easy? Boring is more like it. All the teacher does is talk! I thought we were supposed to be acting or something!" Loki whined.

"He's just mad because one of his teachers told him to stop being so dramatic and pay attention. They should have been warned he has the attention span of a spoon!" Sam interjected, causing the other boys to laugh as Loki tried to disagree.

"I have a great attention span! You have to concentrate to play good pranks, you know."

"Sure. Whatever you say." Kyle rolled his eyes, and they all laughed again. Sam began to relax, starting to feel more like he fit into this life. He took a swig of his beer. After a few more rounds, he was feeling a tiny bit tipsy, and decided to slow down. Loki was drinking all sorts of fruity drinks and oddly-purple colored shots, but the alcohol didn't seem to have any effect on him. Kyle and Jere were faring slightly better than Sam, both having been to bars before. When Loki got up to hit on a woman, with Kyle and Jere betting on whether he could win her over or not, Sam took his opportunity to go in search for a restroom. He walked over to the bar, and was met by the bartender.

"If you're buying a drink, then I'll need an ID." He said. The man had short brown hair, seemingly messy on purpose, and wore a brown shirt with a few open buttons coming down from the neckline.

"Actually, I'm looking for the restrooms." Sam said.

"Ah. Go down that hallway, and you'll see the signs." The bartender pointed.

"Thanks." Sam said.

"No problem." The barkeep replied as he moved on to serve someone else. Sam went into the bathroom, noticing Kyle pass Jere some money as Loki brought the woman over to the table with his arm around her waist.

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Dean frowned at the mortician's report he was reading. According to this, the two men that died had heart failure. Both had died while walking home after eating from a local McDonalds. That appeared to be the only connection between the two men. John found nothing to disprove the heart failure theory except for what seemed to be tear tracks running down the men's faces. The trails were dry but still visible, and they were tinted black. He decided that would be all the information they could get at the moment, and the two Winchesters left the morgue. Research would be needed, and Dean found himself missing his bookworm brother who could navigate a library with eyes closed.

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Sam was leaving the bathroom when a sign on the back of the door caught his attention. It was a sheet of paper, held on by silver duct tape. It read "NOW HIRING. ASK BARTENDER. FLEXIBLE SHIFTS, PAYS 10$ AN HOUR + TIPS". Sam left the bathroom, and went straight to the bar. He had to wait a few minutes this time before the bartender would come over. The bartender had a glass in his hand, and didn't look up while he spoke.

"If you're buying a drink," he started.

"Then I'll need an ID." Sam finished with him. This made the man look up. "I'm not buying, but I saw the sign that said you are hiring. I'd like to apply." The man scrutinized Sam for a little, then nodded.

"Can you come back tomorrow at four-thirty? I'll give you an interview, and maybe you can try it out for a night. What's your name?"

"I'm Sam. That'd be great, I'll be here." Sam smiled.

"Alright, Sam, see ya then." The bartender said just before he was called away by a slurring voice. Sam realized he did not know his possible employer's name. Well, maybe one of his friends did. Speaking of friends, Sam was missing a few of his. He walked back to their table, conscious of the newest addition. The woman had a fine figure, with long dark hair and full red lips. Sam was thinking Dean would be on her in an instant.

"Sammikins! Wher'ya been?" Loki shouted, slurring his words a little. Sam had a feeling that he was only acting drunk instead. He couldn't blow his cover of being a human by drinking without being affected after all. Sam's thoughts were confirmed by a conspiratorial wink sent in his direction.

"Hey man, thought we lost you." Jere said.

"Nah, I was only gone for a few minutes." Sam said, sitting down next to the woman hanging from Loki. She had her eyes on him, looking him over. Kyle got up then, going to get more drinks.

"Who's this?" the woman asked, still eying Sam. It was making him a little uncomfortable, as Dean was usually the one to get attention from females rather than Sam. Not to say he didn't like it by any means, he just wasn't accustomed to it.

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Well, there it is. Another chapter. Please tell me about any mistakes!

I have an important question for you guys: Should I make this a slash between Sam and Loki, thereby eliminating Sam's future with Jess, or should they simply be friends? Tell me in a review or vote on the poll!

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