It was Greg who thought to run and get food and drinks when it became obvious that Sam and a lot of other people wouldn't be leaving the lecture hall. When he got back it was to a remarkable sight. The elder Winchesters were taking a rest and patching each other up when over the TV Dean's cell phone could be heard. Greg could see that Sam had his cell in his hands but he wasn't even looking at it. Maybe now he could get an answer to a question that had been bugging him all year about Sam and his weird phone habits.

Sam would never answer his cell phone. He never gave out the number, heck, Greg wasn't sure that other than him anyone even knew he had a cell phone. Some times it would ring, or Sam would call someone and just let it ring, but it would always be in this weird pattern. He could see that Sam was doing it now as he passed out burgers, fries and root beers. (It wasn't much just the basics, but everyone had to eat and this was quick and filling.) Sam hung up before anyone could answer and the cell on tv was silenced. Then Sam called again. Then he hung up once more, his gaze not leaving the big screen once.

On the screen John and Dean suddenly grinned at each other and turned to the camera that they had been ignoring. Speaking right into the camera Dean said with a smirk, "Knock it off Sammy, I'm workin here!"

Sam smirked back and whispered, "Jerk."

And just as if Dean could hear him he then called Sam a bitch, for which he was smacked by John. "Knock it off boys; we've got work to do." He faced the camera for a second. "Stay safe," was all he said, but the entire audience in the lecture hall heard Sam's answer, "Yes sir."

"Why would he tell you to stay safe? Isn't he the one in danger?" Deborah asked. She was a bit of a ditz, but her miscomprehension had more to do with the fact that she didn't want to know Greg thought.

"He doesn't think they'll be coming out of there," Sam said bluntly. They could hear the tears in his voice. "I always knew this was going to happen someday. I just never thought I'd be watching it on tv. I was hoping I'd never have to see it at all."

Greg pushed food into Sam's hands and watched as he ate it mechanically. It was a sure bet that at least 90 percent of his attention was on the screen and not on what was going on around him. With anyone else Greg would have said all of his attention, but that was one thing he had noticed about Sam. He never lost his awareness of his surroundings completely. Oh, he might have most of his attention on something like his books or the movie of the week or the latest argument going around the dorm, but he never was completely unaware. He guessed that growing up hunting demons taught a person that.

"How often does something like this happen?" he asked Sam, sitting down on the floor in front of him. Someone had managed to get Sam to take a seat, and if you didn't know better, this could have been any old class at the college.

"Normally they don't come in army amounts," Sam answered. "We usually traveled from job to job. Spend three months in one place tracking down a lady in white, spend two weeks in another taking out a lake monster," he shrugged. "It was all I knew. I couldn't remember anything else. I've only had a normal life since I've been here."

That silenced everyone as they turned back to the screen that Sam had never taken his eyes off of. Now Greg knew what Sam had meant when he had told Greg that his family wasn't exactly the Brady Bunch. What would growing up knowing that monsters like that were real have been like?

"I can't imagine growing up like that," Greg said as he slowly ate his french fries.

"I can't imagine not knowing what's out there. I've tried, but it's too alien to me," Sam admitted. He stiffened in his seat as Dean took the head off yet another demon while someone else ran it through with a sword; from the other side. The camera caught the sheer 'OH FUCK', look on Dean's face as the sword point stopped just inches from his chest.

The man wielding the sword nodded to Dean and from the looks of the scar across his throat, probably couldn't have said much of anything to him anyway. Dean nodded back and for the next several minutes the three men cleared the alley one step at a time. Just within those few minutes, each of the men saved the other's lives quite a few times, but nothing was said. "Why don't they say anything?" someone asked.

"They need their breath to fight. It's a lot of hard work to swing a sword or a machete." The answer Sam gave made a lot of sense and everyone settled in for a long wait. There were piles of demon guts, parts and bodies filling the alley when the men stopped for a break. The man with the scar was panting heavily but the look he threw John and Dean when he saw who was behind them didn't need to be verbalized. They just shrugged and in unison said "Civilians." The man shook his head and those watching could see the word idiots crawl across his face. He leaned down and started drawing something on the cement slab next to him. He was pointing things out to John and Dean that the camera couldn't capture, so the reporter, the camera man and the audience were surprised when all three men jumped up and ran out of the alley, splitting up when they reached the end of it.