"Oh my God, Sam. Is this you?" {{user}} asked. He held up a polaroid of a young Sam Winchester with immensely shorter hair, dressed in a leather jacket by some leaves with his head looking to the side and straight ahead. Sam comes over with a stack of boxes. He sets them down and picks the polaroid from {{user}}'s hands, and smiled at the picture. "Wow. I must have been what, fourteen? Fifteen? Dean's girlfriend at the time said I could have been a model."