((Author's Note: Okay, sooo my biggest issue with updating was as you all know this will be a multi-crossover and honestly I hate that I can only use two on . I shall continue to crossover, and post snippets, of god knows how many things into this University setting. My fandom list has only expanded. That said, I'm picking this up finally and I'll be updating more frequently on Tumblr at:
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"You are such an asshole!"
Sam groaned as he stormed off, away from his brother. They'd actually had a class together, unexpected given two entirely different directions (Dean wanted to become a mechanic and Sam wanted to go into law). But like so often, Dean hadn't shown up to work with him on a project, so his brother had gone looking for him. And found him making out with a blonde girl, obviously having completely forgotten the study plans.
If Dean even noticed Sam's presence (something Sam doubted given how intent he was on the blonde), he would have yelled about him relaxing. Sam was taking the opportunity seriously, and didn't want to blow it. He sighed, heading back for the dormitory and looking for his key.
Icing on the god damn cake! He didn't have it. A flash of memory-he vividly remembered seeing the keycard on the kitchen counter inside the apartment he shared with Steve, Lindsey, and Finn. But he hadn't grabbed it. A groan left him and he knocked on the door.
"Guys! Is anyone home? Anyone?" Unlikely. Steve Rogers and Riley Finn were both military track-in their free time they dealt with Jayne Cobb and Ellen Harvelle, the man and woman running the Physical Education and Health classes. Coach Cobb had a belief that if you had free time during sunlight hours, you could be exercising. Coach Harvelle was usually yelling at Coach Cobb about something. But either way, Steve and Finn spent two hours a day in the gym, keeping fit. And, by Sam's watch, they'd only left twenty minutes ago. As for Lindsey, he guessed the other law focus was spending the sunny day on the quad, playing his guitar and serenading.
"Forgot your key?"
The voice came from a petite blonde girl in a denim jacket and pink tee shirt. A camera bag was swung over her shoulder, a cap atop her head, and her eyes were on Sam.
"Well? Or are you trying to break in?" She inquired. Sam straightened out and sighed.
"Forgot my Card Key. It's on the kitchen counter where I left it this morning." He murmured.
"Gimme just a second and I'll help you out." The blonde pulled off her camera bag. "Hold this." She added before zipping around the corner and out a door.
"Hey, wait-"
Sam sighed and shook his head, holding the bag and donning a very confused expression. Suddenly he heard noise from the other side of the door, turned, and raised a brow as it clicked open. There was the blonde, holding his ID, comparing his photo to him.
"Sam Winchester, Law Focus?" She beamed and held it out, stepping out. "Try not to forget that. I found punching a whole in it and putting it on a keyring helps."
"Thanks." Sam blinked at her as he took his ID. "Are you a thief or something..."
"Veronica Mars. I believe the term is 'thank you for getting me back in my room'." She laughed and shook her head. "Private Eye. Well, that's the focus, anyway. My Dad is a private investigator, and I want to follow in his footsteps. You pick up some unusual skill set. Anyway, good luck...Lawrence?"
"Pardon?" Sam gave her a confused look.
"Your accent. Lawrence, Kansas, I'm betting?"
"...Born and bred. I'm impressed."
"Unusual skill set." Veronica laughed. "Later, Winchester."
With that she skipped off and Sam blinked a couple more times before he realized he was smiling. He chuckled, shook his head, and went inside to sit by the open window and study.