Damn. I'd been wrong. Me, Sam Winchester, had been wrong. It'd taken me a while to see my error, but I had been wrong. And that Drae had, first of all, deciphered my handwriting, then seen I'd made a mistake, and proceeded to answer it correctly, and quickly too, if Graves was to be believed. She must be a chemistry major or something, I thought, trying to make myself feel better. It didn't really work.

I looked around the tutoring center. It was pretty much empty but for a few dedicated students typing or scribbling away at homework.

"erm…Imma...If you have any questions, I'll be back in a few minutes." I said to the room. No one responded so I shuffled out on stiff legs.

The computer lab was a dingy room a few doors down from the tutoring center, with half a million rows of gigantic computer monitors. It was always a good 5-10 degrees hotter in the lab because of all the outdated computers sweating and slaving away trying to complete tasks ordered from them. For these reasons this lab was rarely occupied.

I poked my head in.

There was one person using the ancient computers. I had to assume this was Drae. She looked like someone who'd fit right in with Graves and Stag.

She sat slumped deep into the lumpy office chair, one leg drawn in close to her chest the other strung all the way out under the desk in front of her. The girl had dark hair that was cut short and unconsciously tucked behind each ear. Her dark eyebrows were pinched together as she stared intently at the computer screen, clicking rapidly on the mouse. She wore an over-sized sweater with a large, frankly awful, blue and gray plaid pattern. It looked like something you'd dig out of the back confines of a disreputable thrift store. Around her neck hung a long chain with a small glass bottle attached. I couldn't make out what exactly it held, but it was something greenish blue and liquid looking. As I looked at her, her eyes flicked up to meet mine. She stared at me for several moments before she broke eye contact and continued frowning at her screen.

"Can I help you?" the girl asked, without looking up again.

"I, um, yeah actually." I stepped into the room. "Are you Drae? I'm Sam, I know your friend Graves, and well, I actually know Stag too. Cas is my best friend."

She paused in her clicking and looked up at me from over the computer monitor, blinking slowly. Her eyes were a light blue that were impossible to read. "Yeah, I know."

I nodded, unsure of where to go with the conversation. "So yeah, Graves told me you helped her out with a chemistry question."

One eyebrow shot up and her face lifted into a half-smile. "The one you got wrong?"

I groaned, rolling my eyes "Yeah, the one, the only one, I got wrong that caused her to fail her whole class."

"Eh." She shrugged, looking back at her screen.

"But thanks for catching my mistake, you could probably tutor if you wanted extra money and have no social life."

She snorted out a laugh "Dude, I'm a college student, what even is a social life?"

I laughed too, "I hear you, I'm not even technically in college anymore but I still hang out here, what does that tell you about my social skills?"

"That they're probably as amazing as mine." She peeked at her battered phone, checking the time, "Speaking of which…" she stood and began dumping her things into a backpack unceremoniously.

"Oh yeah, I better go too, I'm supposed to be tutoring."

"Is that what you call it? Feeding poor students misinformation?" She was grinning widely at me and tucking a pen behind her ear.

"Only to Graves, she deserves it after all the hell she gives me." I said, watching her pack up.

"Well go on," She moved her hands in a quirky shooing motion, "Go do that thing you do."

I started, then backed out the door. "Seriously though, if you want to tutor, I'll hook you up. I'm drowning on test weeks."

"Dude no, I don't even like math."

"You don't? "

"psssh, no." she scoffed "I'm a marine bio major."

I stared hard at her, frowning. "Really?" This wisp of a girl had beat me at the numbers game and wasn't even a math major?

"Yep." She swung her bag over her shoulders and I was momentarily afraid it'd tip her over. "Or at least that's the plan for now."

I nodded, still frowning.

"Well, see you around." She edged past me and through the doorway.

"Yeah, good to meet you Drae." But she was already in the hall and walking away, baggy sweater and all.