Ahem yeah. Just remember everytime you think I'm taking my sweet time posting - I am done written the fic so then I'm late either because I have the chapters on beta check or something else has been occupying me! But here's my anyway!

If you're interrested in reading more from me when I'm done with this fic I will post a fic I've already written that is sort of continuing off THIS chapter. A pre-series fic that is and some limp!Sam obviously. So if that sounds interesting and you like this chapter then... yeah XD Sorry for the shameless promoting lol. Enjoy!

Oh and just a note, most names I've taken from the series as well. Becky, Zach and Emily is names we hear in "Skin" and well Brady in "The Devil You Know."

Thanks to supernaturalmydreams for beta reading the fic!

Y - Yanked
- Set pre-series. Stanford era. Non-demon Brady ;D

"Where is Becky?" Zach asked out loud, fingers drumming on the outside of the car door.

"She's your sister," Sam reminded him from the backseat. A large group of Stanford students had planned a weekend at a camp in a forest, about an hour drive from the university. Sam was going, along with his friends.

"She's your friend," Zach reminded back and Emily rolled her eyes. She had been dating Zach for about four months and knew how her boyfriend and Sam could go on forever trying to outsmart the other.

"She's right there," Brady said uninterested and nodded in the direction of a store. Sure enough the tall, blond girl was coming out of a store, two bags filled with whatever she had bought.

"Hi! Sorry for being late! I had to do a last minute shopping!" Becky stuffed the bags into the already filled trunk before putting on her sunglasses and coming up on the side of her brother's roofless car,

"Where am I sitting?" she asked when she saw her brother and Emily in the front seats and Sam and Brady crammed in the backseat.

"You just have to squeeze in between us," Brady explained a little sourly. He wasn't really up for a weekend full of partying since he wasn't really into that sort of life, but since Sam was going he decided to go too.

"My pleasure," Becky snickered and climbed into the car over Brady before squeezing down between them. Once settled Zach started the car and they were off.

"You got any idea how many is coming? I hope there's no teachers there," Zach said before honking once at a passing cars filled with classmates also going.

"Between 20 and 30 I think," Sam answered,

"Oh and two teachers," he hid a grin when Zach groaned loudly.

"That's all?" Emily turned in her seat to look at Sam.

"Yeah I think there was lack of cars and since none of the school buses are being used, I guess a lot can't come," Sam said and started fiddling with his music player, putting one earplug into his ear.

"I can't believe I'm coming. I hate sleeping in tents. Besides, these kinds of things always end bad in horror movies," Becky complained. Sure Becky was a cool chick and tougher than she looked, but she was more of a city girl and sleeping in the forest for two nights wasn't her idea of fun. She was a social girl though and liked spending time with her friends, so in the end that won her over.

"Yeah, and it's always either black guys or blondies that dies first," Brady snickered when Becky hit him across the head.

"Shut up," she huffed and settled better into the seat to get more comfy for the ride.

What's up, Sammy? Sam read the text message he just received from his brother and smiled a little, the feeling of missing his big brother blossoming up again. He texted back at once.
A little trip out to a lake with some friends and people from school. Sam explained. He got an answer back in record time, asking where this place was. Shrugging he wrote it down and sent to Dean, not sure why he cared about that. They texted back and forth for a while until Sam had no choice but to focus on the fact that they were at their destination. Zach and Emily were quickly out of the car, clasping hands with other classmates. Luckily their camping place was just a few meters walk from the cars and was by a lake and rocky hills sticking right up from the forest. It was very pretty there and Becky was quick to pick up her camera and started snapping photos of everything and everyone.

"Who's sharing tents with me? I refuse to sleep alone," Becky said.

"I'm sharing with Em obviously," Zach said and kissed his girlfriend on the temple before unloading their belongings onto the ground.

"I doubt you want to share a tent with two guys," Brady came up beside Sam and picked up their tents.

"I doubt that too," Becky shrugged. Suddenly there was squealing all around - Becky had apparently found some friends she hadn't known were coming and now had a tent to stay in.
Once everyone was ready, they started towards the camp - looking for a nice place to put up their tents. There were a few tents up already, but there were still many coming so some good places were still available. Sam and Brady found a place right beside the water's edge, under two trees and beside Zach and Emily's tent.

"I sure hope they don't plan on keeping people awake," Brady looked a little worried.

"I'm with you there," Sam snickered. Together they started putting up their tent, working at a steady pace, both quite good with the outdoors.

"You going home for Thanksgiving?" Sam asked just as they finished and sat down for a rest. Thanksgiving break was only a week away and the whole school was getting ready. Brady started rummaging through his bag before finding sodas for himself and Sam,

"Yeah. First the family was going to my aunt's in Montana, but then it turned the other way around. Are you?" Brady asked, batting a mosquito away.

"I don't know," Sam said shortly. He hoped he would get to see Dean, but since his brother didn't know where they would be next week, there was no telling.

"Right. Mr. Mysterio," Brady snickered and shook his head,

"Are you ever going to tell me anything about your family?" he asked curiously,

"they can't be that bad."

"It isn't that. It's just... complicated. It's nothing you need to worry about," Sam explained with a sad smile. He wanted to tell Brady the truth since he was his friend, but he knew just as well that he couldn't. He didn't want to drag his friend into the supernatural world.

"Okay," Brady didn't want to push Sam into telling if he didn't want to.

An hour later there were a lot less place in the camp, people had put up tents in a big circle facing the water. Inside the circle, people started making bonfires out of stones, then placing twigs and easily flammable grass inside.
"Dammit," Brady cursed and clumsily found his way out of the tent.

"What?" Sam said from where he was sitting on a log, eyes landing on a pretty blond girl not far away.

"I don't think I have enough food for tomorrow too," Brady scratched the back of his neck. He was sure he had planned enough food, but unfortunately had forgotten something back home.

"I saw a little store ten minutes down the road we came from. Maybe we can borrow Zach's car or walk there tomorrow," Sam suggested, but not taking his eyes of the pretty blonde. Brady noticed that Sam wasn't really paying attention and turned to look where Sam was looking.

"Enjoying the view are we?" Brady joked and noticed the girl from his class Sam was watching. She was pulling her shirt over her head so she could walk around in her bikini and skirt, like some of her girlfriends.

"Hm? Yeah, sure," Sam shrugged. He blushed a little when the girl noticed him. She smiled and blushed a little too before looking away.

"That's. Uh, what's her name. She's in my class," Brady started, tapping his chin with a finger, an epic frown on his face.

"You always sucked at names," Sam laughed.

"Hey you haven't known me for 'always'," Brady defended, his face lit up when he remembered the name,

"Jessica! Don't remember her last name though."
Sam nodded once and turned to look where the pretty girl had gone, face falling a little when he couldn't see her any longer.

"Hey, that's our spot," a voice interrupted Sam's thoughts. Both Sam and Brady looked over their shoulders and saw a buff guy, no doubt a jock when he had been in high school.

"Really? It kinda look like ours," Brady said and straightened up. He wasn't nearly as tall as Sam, but he had a few inches on the jock, though not as many muscles.

"Listen smartass, we were a little late, but that's our spot nonetheless," the kid said, poking Brady in the shoulder. Sam stood up beside his friend, towering a little over the jock.

"Who are you?" he asked calmly and guy and his friends looked at him instead.

"Jacob. What's it to you?" he said and pulled his bag higher up on his shoulder.

"Well Jacob. This isn't high school anymore. Maybe it's time to grow up a little and act like an adult?" Sam knew he was walking onto thin ice, but he really wasn't going to let a jock push him around.

"You know what? Screw you," Jacob groaned and walked off.

"How did he get into Stanford?" Brady looked unimpressed after Jacob.

"One of the many mysteries of life," Sam snorted.

While some people bathed in the lake, including his friends, some barbequed, but Sam snuck away to make a phone call. Once by Zach's car, he could the sound of another arriving car, but he barely glanced up, assuming it was just some late students. He froze when he saw a black Impala roll into the packed parking lot and just stared dumbly when he recognized the driver.
"Dean?" Sam walked closer when his brother stepped out of the car with a big smile on his face,

"What are you doing here?" Sam grinned from ear to ear and hugged his brother. Dean embraced his little brother and patted him on the back.

"Nice to see you too," Dean ruffled Sam's hair before letting him go,

"I was nearby and when you said where you where I couldn't help but check in on you," Dean explained, leaning against the hood.

"Glad you did," Sam pocketed his hands.

"So why are you out here all alone?" Dean asked as they started walking toward the lake, but away from the other people.

"I was about to call you actually. It's been a while so I just thought, why not?" Sam shrugged. Dean smiled at that and they walked in silence for until they came to the lake and sat down.

"So, how's college treating you?" Dean asked giving Sam a tight smile. He missed his little brother and wished more than anything to have him back in the hunting life, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be proud of him. Usually, it was the parent that should be proud of their kid for getting into a University like Stanford, but since John practically didn't show emotion, Dean did. Besides, it was more Dean who had raised Sam than John. It still hurt though, thinking of the night that Sam ran away to college.

"It's cool. Got good friends, doing good in all of my classes," Sam said casually, unsure of whether Dean really wanted to know.

"Any girlfriends?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

"No," Sam sighed a little. He couldn't really deny it. A girlfriend would be nice, but at the same time he was a guy with many secrets who hated lying. Being in a relationship might be a little difficult in his position.

"So. Still a virgin huh?" Dean snickered and Sam gaped at him. "Dean! You're allowed to use your upstairs brain once in a while," Sam palmed his face in annoyance, but Dean just laughed.

"Take that as a no," Dean scratched the back of his neck,

"Don't tell me it's because you're afraid to bring people into your life? I mean, I understand, but if you're trying out the college life anyway, why not take it all in?."

Dean snickered again, "literary."

"You know I'm not like you," Sam defended, raising his hands in defense before poking his tongue out.

"There's nothing wrong with one night stands, prude," Dean defended back,

"As long as you don't catch anything," Dean winked.

"Okay, dude, this is getting gross. Can we talk about something else? Like, why you were in this area?" Sam asked.

"A ghost actually. I'm done with research, but going after it tomorrow. Wanna come?" Dean asked hopefully although he already knew the answer.

"You know the answer to that. Besides, I can't just vanish for hours either," Sam explained and Dean nodded, understanding that well enough.

"Well I should probably go. I can come back here tomorrow night if you like?" Dean said and stood up, walking back to the car.

"Sure. That'd be cool," Sam smiled. When they got to the Impala they found five drunk kids admiring the Impala and it didn't take long for Dean to scare them away.

"Awesome car though!" one of the kids shouted after them as they ran and Dean nodded knowingly, patting the car on the hood.

"So you've still got the car, huh? Has Dad found one for himself yet, or is he still borrowing a car from uncle Bobby?" Sam asked.

"Yeah actually. Took some time saving up the money, but he bought this huge monster of a truck," Dean said impressed,

"It's got nothing on the Impala, but it's great. Totally Dad."

They chit-chatted for another minute before finally separating. Sam returned to his friends.

Saturday passed quickly. Half the students were hungover and Sam and Brady were two of just six people taking the walk to the store. It would've taken ten minutes to drive, so it took a while to walk, but it was nice. The half hungover students walking in front of them on the road seemed to be a bit fresher by the time they reached the store.
The weather was hot so they wore shorts and t-shirts, their arms had turned red quite quickly. Turned out not only had Brady also forgotten sunscreen, but Sam had as well. When they got back, the camp was more alive than when they left and they spent the rest of the day chatting with Zach, Becky and Emily, bathing, and looking for the hot blonde girl from the day before. She would pop up once in a while, once even winking at Sam.
It was when the sun was setting that trouble came. Sam collided by accident with none other than Jacob, their new favorite bully from the day before.

"Look where you're go-" Jacob stopped once he recognized Sam,

"Oh well, it's you again."
Just their luck, Jacob was quite drunk and although both Sam and Brady had been drinking some too, they weren't nearly as out of it like Jacob. When Sam just rolled his eyes to continue walking he felt someone grabbing the back of the neck of his shirt and yank him back.

"Listen asshole. You don't just bump into people like that and don't say sorry," Jacob hissed in his ear. Sam grabbed at his shirt that was closing around his throat. He had no intention on saying sorry to Jacob, especially not when he wasn't even able to breathe normally.

"Hey, let him go!" Brady pushed at Jacob uselessly and one of his friends grabbed him and pushed him away. Before Sam had a chance to react, Jacob yanked at his shirt again so hard Sam saw stars. He went down with a thud when Jacob released him and it wasn't before then that he noticed some of the other students had stopped what they were doing.

"Dammit," Sam wheezed, grabbing his throat, trying to rub the pain away. Then he felt someone grab him by the collar again and suddenly blinding pain shot through his head.

"That's it!" Brady shouted in anger, not letting the other guys keep using Sam as a punching bag, but before he could do anything one of the teachers that had come along pushed Jacob away from Sam. Brady was quickly helping Sam keep balance and together they returned to their tent.

"Son of a bitch!" Sam groaned in anger when he carefully felt his brow with his hand.

"He totally head butted you," Brady explained, handing Sam a piece of cloth to hold to the bleeding brow. Sam silently thanked him and rubbed his neck again.

"You okay?" the teacher was suddenly kneeling beside Sam, spooking him a bit.

"Just brilliant," Sam said sarcastically. He felt the teacher check out the red marks around his throat, but came to the conclusion that it wasn't too bad.

"I think you should be fine, but I'd like you to get that checked out, just in case, when we get to school tomorrow," the teacher explained. They just nodded and the teacher left. The students had returned to their own business again and Sam grabbed after another beer, feeling really in the need for one.

"Are you drunk?"
That was the first thing Dean asked when he got out of the Impala as Sam sat down on the hood of the car.

"Just a tiny bit," Sam confessed, "I'm living the college life like you wanted."
Dean shrugged. He was dirty and his usually spiky hair wasn't as spiky as it normally was, but he seemed satisfied which meant the hunt had been successful. Then he noticed the dried blood on Sam's brow and was over him in seconds.

"What the fuck happened?" Dean tipped Sam's head a bit, taking notice that his brother didn't even bother pushing him away.

"Some bully. Real dick," Sam swallowed some more beer before giving his brother a little smile,

"I'm fine, Dean. And no, don't even think about it. You don't even know what he looks like," he warned as Dean seemed ready to march into the camp to kick some ass.

"Look. I got you a beer," Sam held up a bottle for him, knowing his brother wasn't a big follower on the no driving and drinking rule. Dean accepted it, but studied Sam for a little longer.

"So what did you do?" Dean asked, leaning against the car too.

"Walked into the guy by accident," Sam shrugged and took another sip.

"Aren't you guys getting a little old to keep acting like that in college?" Dean frowned. He'd expect that kind of behavior by someone in high school, but by someone studying at Stanford?

"I know. Guess he's got a rich daddy or something," Sam said, not really interested,

"So how did the hunt go?" Sam changed the topic and Dean eagerly told his story. Except that he had been thrown around a little, it was an easy salt and burn. The ghost was, according to Dean, hot despite being dead and Sam had to smile at that. That was good old Dean.
When it was time for Dean to leave again, Sam decided to ask what he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"Do you think you're be around here next week?" Sam asked before Dean could start the car. Dean looked up through the open window and shrugged his shoulders,

"I dunno, why?" then he realized what time of the year that was,

"Thanksgiving?" Dean's face lit up a bit and Sam nodded.

"I just wondered if it would be possible to catch up with you during Thanksgiving?" Sam suggested and Dean's face lit up even more.

"That would be great," Dean grinned,

"What day are you finished?"

"Thursday," Sam said and they agreed to meet then.
It wasn't that hard to watch Dean drive away this time, now that he knew he would see him again in a few days.

Thursday

"See you soon," Sam clapped Brady on the shoulder as they got out of school and walked over to Brady's car.

"Yeah. Sure, if we have to," Brady joked, receiving a nudge in the shoulder,

"Good that you'll get to spend Thanksgiving with your brother. Beats hanging around here."

"Yeah, no arguing with you there," Sam helped putting Brady's bag into the back of his car. They hugged quickly before Brady got into the car, both unaware that the next time they met each other, everything would be very different.

Once Brady had driven off, Sam rubbed at his neck again. It still hurt a tiny bit from Jacob's bullying, but it hadn't been anything dangerous. He had gotten it checked out despite not really seeing the point in it, but better safe than sorry. He jumped a little when he heard a honk and turned to see the black Impala waiting for him.

TBC...