Stanford was new for Sam, as it was the first time he’d been without Dean or his dad, but it somehow felt better that way, he was more independent, more open, but he still had to lie about his life growing up hunting, on the road and staying in shitty motels most of the time. That had to remain a secret. Though he’d gotten in with a close to perfect score of 174 on his SATs, applied without either Dean or John knowing and taken off.

But he made friends, of course, one of them happening to be you, the girl next door. Not just cause you were actually his next door neighbour in this surprisingly low-priced, good quality apartment complex, but because you literally gave off girl-next-door vibes — to an uncanny degree — but it was refreshing, not to mention fucking hot.

Sam had knocked on the door of your apartment, ready to relax with you — like always — with a boyish grin on his face. “There she is.” his teeth sparkled when he saw you, baby browns innocent and puppy-like.

The very living definition of boy-next-door, don’t you think?

He was the type of guy to exude those vibes, with his sweaters, the way he was so innocently casual, his puppy eyes could got what he wanted and his grin stole hearts. “Had so many lectures today, huh?”