Summary: The fight before Sam leaves. Sam's first weeks at Stanford. How he meets Jess. Possible Hurt! Or Limp!Sam. Dean will probably make an appearance probably as protective! Probably if not definitely AU. NEVER any wincest. We'll just see how it goes.

Disclaimer: All I own in life is what is given to me. I asked for Dean and Sam for christmas... and behold, they were there! And then I woke up and it really was christmas morning... I couldn't even get The Demon to show. So I own nothing is the point.

AN: Unbeta'd This is going to take on a life of it's own, I know that right now, so I make no promises (except that there will be NO wincest). Please be a little patient. Feel free to skip ahead to the part you want to read. Enjoy.

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It was his first week at Stanford. The world as he knew it had completely changed. No more ghosts, poltergeists, shape shifters, demons- THE demon. There was no more of his father's quest to find the thing and kill it. Sam could finally stay in one place at least and be normal.

Over the last few days though, he was still thinking about the family he had.

(AN: Flashing back)

They'd had good times together and he missed Dean and his dad. Especially Dean, he was his big brother, his only real friend over the years.

But then he'd flash back to his dad, yelling. "Fine! If you're gonna go, STAY GONE!" It made Sam mad, but it also hurt. Most parents would be proud.

Seeing Dean's face was almost heartbreaking.

Sam went into the adjoining room that they had gotten. Dean followed. While Sam packed furiously and angrily, Dean just stood there in the corner arms folded. Never saying a word, he just watched trying to mask the conflict he felt and how upset it made him.

Sam was packing the last of his things and finally grabbing a few weapons from the stash when Dean finally said something. "Sam... please..." it wasn't quite begging, asking, or telling, it was like a mix of all three.

"I can't stay," Sam looked up, "I have to do this." They just stared at each other for a while, silent.

"I know," Dean looked down, "It wont be the same without you." 'I'll miss you.'

"Same here," Sam zipped his duffel closed and headed for the door.

"Sammy..." Dean said almost pleading he was hoping at one last try to get his brother to stay.

Sam looked back expecting something else to come out afterwards.

"Hey Sammy."

"Yeah, what is it Dean?" he threw out casually.

"G'bye..." he paused, "Bitch"

Sam smiled a little, "Yeah, see ya. Jerk." He looked back as he was closing the door, "And by the way, it's Sam." And then he was gone.

He left John fuming in one room, and his brother in shock in the one next to it.

It was 5 miles to the bus station and a 4 hour wait for the bus.

Every other moment Sam considered turning back. He couldn't, because if he did, he would never be free, be normal.

John would never look at him the same way, and Dean would be happy to see him back, but the sam would be true there to. Sam had closed the door.

AN: Okay, I know it's a bit short, it's the first chapter, it's 10:30 pm here, and I'm writing on a whim.
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