| The Visit |
[May. 17th, 2009|08:56 pm] |
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Their dad hadn't exactly been delighted when Dean said he was going to skip out after the job in Arizona to go see Sam, but Dean didn't care. He hadn't seen his brother in months, they'd spent their first ever Christmas apart, and judging by the vibe Dean was getting from talking to Sam online, the kid seemed pretty damn homesick. And what better way to get a taste of home than getting a visit from his favourite big brother? So once he and John had dealt with the demon cult in Scottsdale, Dean packed up his stuff in the Impala and headed to sunny California.
It wasn't his first time on a college campus. He'd visited quite a few in relation to work, and of course there were the times when he'd hooked up with coeds and been sneaked into dorms or sororities for a late-night tumble in the sack. College girls...always looking to experiment, Dean thought with a fond grin as he craned his neck to get a good look at a big group of bikini-clad babes sunbathing on the grass. Then he shook his head and picked up the pace, reminding himself that there'd be plenty of time for scantily-clad coeds later. Right now, he was here for Sammy, and consulting the map Sam had told him to print out he found the way to his brother's dorm.
And there it was. An honest to god, real life college dormitory, and on the second floor behind door #213, Sammy was living out his happy, normal existence as a happy, normal college kid. A stable life without demons and ghosts, without cheap motel rooms and dubious diner food. No guns, no salt-n-burn, no tedious research to find out which of the four thousands dead former inhabitants of Nowhere, Minnesota was haunting the local high school. "I don't get it," Dean said to himself with a sigh, staring at the door to Sam's shared suite. The life of a hunter was pretty dismal some of the time, but Dean couldn't imagine doing anything else. Hunting wasn't just something you did, it's who you were. He'd always believed it was in their blood, that he and Sam and Dad would spend the rest of their lives hunting down evil bastards together. But apparently, Sam had different plans.
Drawing a deep breath, Dean raised his fist and knocked on the door, his stomach fluttering with anticipation. Sam may have chosen a different path in life but he was still Dean's brother, his Sammy, and he'd missed him like crazy. No fancy school or a law degree was going to change that. |
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