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This story is unbeta'ed, so all mistakes are my own.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I had to rework how this story was going to end.

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Chapter 4

Sam knew that sound. It had been a while since he heard it, but hearing the rumble of that V8 engine, he knew.

The energy that was draining from Sam's body came back full force. He needed to follow the car. The lanky boy wanted to stop at the diner and warm up a little, but the prospect of going "home" beat any restaurant, laundry mat, or shelter.

Sam walked on pure autopilot; nothing mattered. He didn't care about the traffic. Thankfully there weren't many cars out currently. Sam was on a mission, and he was going to see that mission to the end. It didn't even register to Sam that he was heading back towards the college.

The reason he wasn't at Stanford now was because of the scandal. He didn't do what he was accused of.

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Sam walked out of the Library with a few other people. Brady was waiting for him at the Student Commons area, so they could catch a movie.

"Hey, Sam," a girl called out.

Sam turned and saw Becca, a girl in his Criminal Law class, jogging towards him.

"Yeah," he answered.

Becca stopped in front of Sam. "Do you think we could get together and study for the exam on Friday?"

"Sure," Sam said. "We'll meet in the Commons on Thursday after dinner. I have some things to take care of first."

"Sure," Becca nodded her agreement and walked off.

Sam met up with Brady and went on about their day.

Thursday came, and Sam was waiting at the Student Commons for Becca to show up. He sat at the table for an hour before he decided to leave. Walking towards the exit, Sam pulled out his phone.

"Hey…no, she never showed up…I'm on my way back to the room… I—"

Sam heard a crashing noise in one of the closed rooms.

"Sam," Brady's voice sounded through the phone. "Sam, what's going on?"

"I don't know," Sam said. "I heard something." He hung up the phone before Brady could reply.

Several rooms were along the walkway to the entrance of the Student Commons. These were study rooms students would go to if they wanted quiet from the Commons' usual noise. Students would go to study at the Library, but there, food wasn't allowed. The rooms were mostly empty apart from a table and a few chairs.

Sam quietly walked the room, turning the knob. The room was a shamble. The table was turned on its side, the chairs were scattered around the room. Behind the table, Sam saw a pair of bare legs.

"Hello," Sam called out. "Are you okay?"

When Sam didn't get a response, he crept slowly towards the table. When he saw who it was, Sam dropped his things and rushed to her side. Becca was unconscious and half-naked. Sam shrugged out of his jacket, covering her up.

Becca had bruises on her face, blood streaming down her cheek from the cut from her lip. Her cheek and eye were beginning to swell, a dark shade of purple. There were bruises on her neck and wrists. The clothes that were still on her were ripped.

Sam put his fingers to her neck to check her pulse.

She's alive.

Sam fished his phone out of his pocket. He dialed 911.

"Hello, yeah," Sam said. "there's been…"

Sam fell across the girl's body.

"Hello. Hello," the dispatcher's voice was heard through the phone. "Are you still there?"

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The first thing Sam noticed was that his head hurt, badly. He slowly opened his eyes and was quickly assaulted by a blinding light. Shielding his face with his hand, Sam opened his eyes again. He looked around. He was on a couch, and it wasn't his dorm room. Sam didn't know where he was.

The click of the door brought Sam to attention. A man and woman walked into the room.

"I'm Detective James," the man said. "This is Detective Marshall," pointing to the woman.

Sam sat up on the couch.

"Where am I?" Sam asked.

"Why don't you tell us what happened this evening?" Detective James asked.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"Just tell us what happened this evening?" Detective James asked again.

Sam looked at the two Detectives and described his evening. He talked about going to the Commons to meet up with his study partner but got stood up. On his way out of the building, he heard some rustling noises.

"Who were you going to meet at the Student Commons?" James inquired.

"Becca Banner," Sam replied. "What's going on?"

"What happened after you heard the rustling noises?"

Sam tried to remember. Only bits and pieces would come to him; his headache wasn't helping.

"One of the study rooms," Sam started.

"What about the study room?" Detective Marshall spoke for the first time.

Sam looked up at the female cop. "Noise."

"What kind of noise?"

"Rustling."

"Rustling noise? So, what did you do after hearing these noises?"

"I checked it out," Sam said.

"So, do you go around checking out random noises?" Marshall smirked. Sam just looked at her. "So, you go to follow this random noise. What happened next?"

"When I went in the room," Sam brow knitted together as he tried to remember. "It was a wreck."

"Probably from the way you left it," Marshall accused.

"What?!" Sam exclaimed. "You think I hurt her?"

"Did you?" James asked.

"No," Sam said, standing up.

"Sit down," Marshall yelled.

Sam, still standing, said, "I did not hurt her. I found Becca like that. I called 911."

"Really," Marshall challenged. She pulled out a photo from the file in her hand, showing it to Sam.

It was a screenshot from a surveillance video.

"It looks like here," Marshall said, snidely, "you were taking photos of your work. It wasn't bad enough that you raped her, but you had to memorialize it as well." Marshall was in Sam's face.

The picture showed Sam with his phone out, sitting next to the body.

"I didn't rape her," Sam yelled.

Sam knew he had to get out of this room. He needed to run. He didn't do it; he couldn't do it. Hurting another human was forbidden. His dad and Dean drilled into Sam (though it didn't take that much convincing) hunt monsters save humans.

The thought of it getting out that he raped a girl was devastating to Sam. His first thought was of Dean. What would he say? Would he believe that he was capable of doing something like that?

The fear built up in Sam. His ears were ringing. He didn't realize that the two detectives were talking to him. The only thing in his mind was to run. And run, he did.

Detective Marshall gripped Sam's arm. Not realizing what he was doing, Sam pushed her. She was not prepared for the attack; she flew against the wall. Detective James tried to hold Sam and subdue him. That didn't work.

Sam rushed out of the building, realizing that he was still in the Student Commons. Sam ran to his dorm room. He didn't see Brady anywhere, but he was only focused on packing his essentials. Once his duffel bag was full, Sam ran.

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Sam was tired, scared. Ever since he heard the Impala's engine, he just wanted to go home. It didn't matter where it was parked. In front of the Student Commons, his dorm, or the police station, he wanted home.

When the youngest Winchester thought he wasn't going to take another step, that he was going to collapse to the ground where he stood, there it was. Home. Tears sprang to Sam's eyes as he looked at the car. Dragging his sore feet, Sam fell against the side of Baby. Just feeling the cold metal and glass of the car, all the familiar memories came flooding back. Sam lowered his head onto the car and couldn't stop the flow of tears.

He was home.

Sam opened the back door and crawled onto the backseat. The smell of the leather flooded Sam's nose. The soft give of the leather seat brought back more memories. Sam closed the door and laid his duffel in the footwell.

Their dad would leave a thick blanket behind the driver's side seat when they were growing up. Just in case they couldn't find a hotel during the winter. The blanket would keep Sam and Dean warm during the night. When Dean got the car, he never took it out.

Sam shrugged out of his jacket. Blindly, he reached for the blanket. Folding his coat to make a pillow, Sam laid down, covering himself up. He fell asleep instantly, surrounded by memories and the safety of home.

TBC

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