The drive up to California was long and lonely. I said goodbye to Bobby but promised I would be back every month. I also told him if he ever needed my help with something to just call and I would be on my way. I listened to the radio but the new music was hurting my ears so I just hummed Hey Jude like always.

When I pulled into the school it was intense and awesome. It was huge but not a lot of students walking around. I registered for all my classes easily and found my residence on campus with no problems. I only had my clothes and a few random trinkets to put in my room. I had a roommate. Her name was Patty. She didn't talk much and when she did it was her preaching about Jesus and the judgment day. She was very religious.

I was walking along the side-walk when I literally ran into someone one. She was my height and blonde. " OH!" She said as we both stumbled. " I am so sorry. " She smiled.

" Oh that's okay. I should have paid more attention to runners." I laughed and so did she.

She nodded and the ran off. The sun was going down when I decided to turn in. My roommate was already sleeping and I found myself laying and just staring at the ceiling. I reached to my night table and dialled a number I haven't tried in a while.

" The number you are trying to reach is busy or unavailable. Please leave a message." I waited for the beep.

" Hi, it's Clara. I know it's been a while and this is random but I miss you, and Sam and John. Dean please just let me know your alright. It's been five years...Just a sign is all I'm asking for. A sign to let me know my boys are alright." Then I hung up as my eyes started to fill with water.

Over the five years I had been so worried about them. Sam only called for the first year then nothing. I missed them all like crazy and I was alone. I went to bed alone, I would have nightmares and when I reached out for someone no one was there, and when I woke up I was alone.

The first few weeks were like I imagined. Boring professes talking in monotone voices. The things they taught were uninteresting and not what I wanted. But I knew I had to get used to it. Four years of this I could graduate, and do what I wanted. I know it sounds odd and coming from a hunter it sounds stupid but I wanted to be an FBI agent. I wanted to go after serial killers and catch them. I wanted to be a profiler. I read it in a brochure, it sounded worth while and exciting.

I hadn't made any new friends and I figured it was a good idea. I spent time in bars and coffee shops studying and talking to others I knew from classes. Patty became much more talkative and I got her to stop preaching about the Lord. Her and I became really good friends with in a week.

" Hey. Don't I know you?" A pretty blonde surprised me as me and Patty were sitting at the bar. Patty was slowly drinking a beer. I have not ever taken one drink of alcohol. I saw what it did to my father and Bobby and I did not want that. Plus I knew how people acted when they were drunk.

" Um I don't think so?" I said turning to face her. " Oh yea.. you ran into me the first week of school. You were running and I wasn't paying attention." I smiled.

" Oh right. Well its weird, that was the first time I tried jogging." she laughed as she sat down.

" First time for everything I guess." I smiled back.

" So what are you studying?" She asked.

" Criminology." I said. "You?" I asked.

" Nursing." She smiled. I could tell she had a few drinks. "I'm Jessica by the way. Jessica Moore." She smiled.

" Clara Walsh." I smiled back.

" Clara I just have to say I love your neck lace." She pointed out.

" Oh thanks. It belonged to my mother." I smiled.

"How sweet. You know it's not often people keep things family gives them." Jessica smiled.