Sam's POV

Sam walked into the dark apartment after saying his goodbyes to Dean.

While he had missed his search brother, he couldn't help but be glad that it was all over. He had wanted out of that life for so long and now he was nearly at this dream; becoming a lawyer and getting married. It was a dream come true for him.

Coming to Stanford at the age of eighteen had been a challenge itself. After moving around nearly every week for his whole life, staying in one place made him antsy for the longest time. He had finally gotten comfortable and was able to call his apartment home, especially since Jess was with him.

He sighed and dropped his bag onto the floor, looking around to see if he could find Jess. When he heard the shower turn on, he grinned and plopped down onto the bed with his eyes closed.

Yeah, this was the life.

That is, until he felt something wet fall on his face and opened his eyes to see the pale form of Jessica on the ceiling, bleeding.