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Dean packed his last bag and went down the stairs to the kitchen where Bobby and Sam were eating late dinner.
-Hello boy! Do you need help with your bags?- Asked Bobby when he looked up from his cucumber soup.
-Not really, beside I still have some time left. Is there any soup left or did sasquatch eat it all?- He looked at Sam with a teasing grin and walked to the old stove on with there was pot.
-Hey! I helped to make this so be grateful you jerk!- Sammy pointed his spoon at Dean in harsh motion, spilling some soup on the floor.
-You wish, bitch.- Dean stuck out his tongue at his brother and looked into the pot. -Almost full, you weren’t so greedy today Sammy.-
-It’s Sam! You-
-Boys!- Bobby cut in Sam’s sentence and silenced him with a hand gesture. -How old are you both? Dean, just take the damn soup and eat it with us in a decent atmosphere before you leave. Will ya’?-
Dean nodded and put himself some soup in a bowl. He sat next to sam and elbowed him gently to not spill the liquid. Sam just looked at him pointedly and mouthed ‘’asshole’’. If Bobby saw all that he decided to ignore it.
He took some cucumbers and potatoes at his spoon and eat it. He just had to admit- that soup was heaven. Sour just on point and salty as he liked. He was going to miss it, he won’t be able to eat homemade food at the dormitory. Luckily his new dorm was in the same town, just at the second end of it so there will be no problem coming over here sometimes. He theoretically didn’t even have to get the room, but he didn’t want to drive baby every day when dorms were just 3 minutes away from college.
Honestly, Dean still wasn’t sure if all that college stuff was for him. He always wanted to go to college and learn about photography, but he was also told that that was stupid and that that won’t give him any future. He didn’t know if without uncle Bobby he would even consider going to college. His online friend also helped a lot. Of course, Sammy also always wanted Dean to go after his dreams, but it wasn’t enough to overcome Dean’s insecurities. He just always thought that he was too stupid for college.
After diner, he helped Sam with cleaning the table and went upstairs to gather all his things. That is 3 sports bags with clothes and some other needed stuff, and one camo backpack with his new books and not so new laptop. He somehow was able to make it down the stairs with all that. Then Sammy and Bobby helped him with getting it to Impala. They couldn’t close the trunk with three bags in it so they tose the last one on the back sits.
It was time for saying goodbye. He pulled his not so little brother into a hug and ruffled his hair.
-I hope you won’t show here for some time.- Said Sammy, but you could see in his eyes that he was sad that he won’t be able to see his big bro every day.
-Love ya’ too Sammy- Saying that he turned to Bobby. His uncle placed his arm on his shoulder and smiled warmly.
-I am proud of you kid.-
-I don’t think you should be. I did nothing yet- Dean shrugged his shoulders.
-Oh, quit it! You got in and that’s something kiddo.- Dean smiled and hugged Bobby, then he got in his car and started the engine waving to Sam.
Dean left Bobby’s house at 5 pm.
He turned on the radio and listened to some classic rock music on his way to the dormitory. He was humming under his nose to the currently playing Led Zeppelin song when he started wondering about how his roommate is going to be like. He hoped it won’t be some kind of douche bag with a stick in his butt, Dean wanted to finally make some real friends. In high school, he was pretty popular so he had a lot of colleagues but he wouldn’t call them friends- not really. He has Charlie, but she is an online friend and he didn’t even know where she lives so it would be cool to have someone close to him.
He parked at a parking lot when he arrived. The building wasn’t fancy, looked just like a block of flats but bigger. Beige walls with some dark brown accents- nothing special. He got out of the car and took his baggage from the trunk. After that, he stood with three big bags and a backpack on his shoulder next to his Baby. Well, he should think about it sooner and maybe take Sammy with him so he would have someone to help with all his stuff. Now he will look hilarious, he hoped that no one will see him lugging the bags all the way to his new room.
He parked close to the door so he made it to the reception pretty quick. There were lots of people, he received some confused glares when came closer to the receptionist. He wasn’t surprised he probably was covered in sweat from all the carrying- good first impression Winchester.
-Hello, how can I help you? Are you here to register or to get your keys?- The receptionist was a middle-aged woman with short black hair and a kind smile. Dean was impressed that someone who probably has to put up so much with young people had the energy to be nice to him, he expected an old lady with no more will to live.
-Hi, yeah I want to get my keys- Dean smiled back.
-Name?-
-Dean Winchester.- Dean waited as the lady taped something in her computer and then she took some documents and handed them to Dean.
-I would like you to sign those, if you want you can go sit there and read them- She gestured to a small table with two chairs. - But it’s just some regulations. You know no smoking, no alcohol, no loud music after 10 pm. You guys never respect this piece of paper anyway.- The woman chuckled under her nose. Dean did the same and signed the papers barely looking at them. He could as well sign his own death wish, but he trusted the lady. She seemed funny.
She handed him his key with a red tag with a white number on it
-Room 204 on the third floor is yours, your roommate is already there. Maybe you should ask him for help with your things?-
-Nah, I think I will manage. Thanks and goodbye ma’am.- Receptionist only nodded and turned to the next person.
He made his way to the elevator. When the doors slid open he entered, a girl with green hair that was already in the elevator cringed a little because Dean took a lot of space and bumped her gently.
-Oh. Sorry…- The girl didn’t even look at him pretending she was doing something on her phone. -*Cool...*- He thought and sighed.
Dean just wanted to get to his room as fast as possible, but then he remembered that he has to introduce himself to his rommie, which will probably define his whole year. He was praying to God for a decent roommate.
When the elevator arrived on the desired floor he stepped out and started searching for room 204.
- 200… 202… 203… Here. Ok, here goes nothing.- He decided to knock first, when he didn’t hear anything he opened the door.
His eyes immediately landed on the man lying on the bottom bed with a book in his hands. He had black messy hair and a yellow sweater. When he noticed someone he jumped off the bed a little startled.
-Oh, hello!- He smiled wide at Dean and held out his hand to him. Dean took his hand and also smiled. He could get a closer look at the boy now. He was handsome and oh boy- his eyes! They were so blue!
-*Winchester, get a grip!*- Dean shook his hand. -Sorry man, didn’t want to scare you. I knocked but-
-You knocked? Sorry, I am sometimes too deep in the book to really hear anything. Castiel Novak by the way.-
-Dean Winchester, I see you already unpacked.- He glanced around the room.
There was one wooden bunk bed with a small nightstand next to it on the right side of the room and on the left there was a long desk. On the left side of it already stood a small desk lamp and cup with some pens and pencils. There was also a black trash bin and a small fridge in the corner. Next to the wardrobe in the wall were doors- probably to the bathroom.
-Yeah, I arrived here early. I allowed myself to take the bottom bed, I hope it’s ok?-
-Yeah, that’s fine.- Castiel nodded and came back to his book on the bed. Dean started to unpack his things. He tosses his backpack under the desk and opened the wardrobe to put his clothes there, half of the space was already taken.
-Do you need any help?- Dark-haired boy looked up from his book.
-No, but thanks.-
The first impression Dean had about Castiel was positive, really positive actually. He didn’t act like an asshole, for now at least…