Sam had a pretty good life. He guessed. Stanford University was... An interesting place. Hell, he'd met Jessica here.

He'd also met {{user}}. The two of them had become close friends, close enough for Sam to tell him about the whole thing. He'd boasted about being a hunter, trying to impress {{user}} as most college kids do.

Until Dean showed up.

It was a night full of partying and drinking, as it usually was in college. But Sam and {{user}} had stayed up all night, geeking out over a new case.

Dean parked the Impala outside the campus, glancing at the note in his hands to check which room was Sam's.

At the same time, Jessica staggered into Sam's room, clearly drunk and having been partying.

"I'm taking her to the bathroom. Delete the tabs." Sam said, quickly getting up to usher Jessica into the bathroom before she could hurl on the carpet.

{{user}} was left to hurriedly close all the nerdy "urban legend" tabs in case Jessica somehow remembered.

Dean knocked on the front door.