(So I thought this would be an interesting story to do from Sam's point of view. If you want to think of this as a read along story with my fic 'Open me when' you can but both can stand alone.

Letters Sam wrote to Dean while he was at college.

I hope you like it.

If you do please leave a review.

Unbeated so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

I don't own Supernatural.)

It was raining. Sam thought it was supposed to be sunny in California, not rainy, but it had been raining for three days only letting up for an hour or so then right back to a light sprinkle or heavy down pour. Sam tried studying for his psychology test on Friday but the rumble of thunder was making it hard to focus. Finally he just gave up. Putting his books in his room and going into the living room he flipped on the TV hoping to have some cheesy humor or something to distract him. Halfway through some movie about a boy and a whale, Sam wasn't really paying much attention, he spied one of his spiral notebooks. Picking it up along with a pen he leaned up against the back of the couch his knees brought up so he could write. He had written the date in the top right hand corner then paused. Who should he write to? Bobby? No, although he had said he and his older brother Dean could visit anytime, his last memories of the guy Bobby was holding a shotgun saying he was going to fill John with rock salt. Not the best memory to a fourteen year old. So Bobby was out. Caleb was out as well, Sam didn't know the address for the hunter. That left John or Dean. Sam settled on Dean because although he was sure Dean was hurt beyond belief with what he did he felt that Dean would like to hear from him at least.

Dear Dean,

Sam wrote.

Wipe that shocked look of your face. Yes this letter is real. I don't really know why I'm writing to you. I guess a letter is better than calling just because there would be less of a chance that you could hang up. I guess you can tear this up but please here me out first ok.

I wanted to say sorry for going to school. I thought you at least would be happy for me. I wish you would've said something to me that night instead of just looking like I killed someone. Dean hunting is not for me. I just wanted to be normal, I never got that chance to know that. All I've grown up knowing is how to kill monsters and lie. That's not what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know why I went to college.

If you don't want to write back you don't have to.

Just thought you should have my address, just in case something should happen.

Your brother,

Sam.

He looked at the letter and reread it. Yeah that sounded good. Short and to the point. He got up went into his room and dug around in his desk for an envelope and stamp. Finally locating them he folded the letter and sealed it. Then paused. He didn't know where to send it to. He doubted Dean would be seeing Bobby anytime soon. Sighing Sam took the letter and put it into a shoebox from the last time he bought shoes. It would be there for whenever Dean came to see him. If Dean ever came to see him.