Chapter 3

"Ladies and gentlemen of Stanford University, have no fear! Markus, the life of every party is here and ready to live it up! Who is with me?" A male's voice called out.

Sam could hear a few students cheer in response. A minute later a young man came strolling into the dorm room. He was pulling a huge red rolling suitcase behind him and had a large backpack on his back. He was surveying the room when his eyes fell on Sam. He dropped his suitcase on the floor and walked over to Sam, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"Hey, man! How's it going? Name's Markus Collins and I'm you're new roommate! Hope you know you're the luckiest bastard in this whole dorm to get me as your roommate!" Markus said, shaking Sam's hand enthusiastically.

Sam smiled politely back, feeling a little nervous. "Hi, I'm Sam Winchester. Why am I the lucky one?"

"Dude, you may not realize it yet, but you got a roommate who knows how to have a good time! I'll make sure you get in to any party and hook you up with any girl you want! I've got connections, man! I promise you won't get bored with me around!"

Markus grinned proudly with that statement. Suddenly, before Sam could reply, some yelling down the hallway could be heard.

"Markus! Get your hind end back here and help your grannie carry the rest of your crap to your room! Poor woman's 67 years old! She shouldn't be having to haul around your stuff!"

"Andy! Don't you be broadcasting my age for everyone on God's green earth to hear!" A woman's voiced yelled back.

"Woman, no one is going to be mistaking you for some young college thing! I don't think anyone around here cares!" Andy replied.

Markus rolled his eyes and dropped his backpack on the bed.

"Hold on there, roomie. Coming, Grandpa!" Markus called back as he went back out the door.

A minute later Markus came back in lugging a suitcase and laptop bag. Following him was an older woman carrying a lamp. Behind her was an older gentleman around the woman's age with a handcart that had a mini-fridge and microwave strapped to it. The woman set the lamp on one of the desks while the man wheeled the hand cart over to one corner of the room.

"You should put the fridge right here," the man said as he began unhooking the straps.

"Grandpa, I've got it," Markus said, rolling his eyes.

His grandmother came over and shook a finger scoldingly at him.

"Markus, don't be rollin' yer eyes at yer grandpa!"

"Sorry, Grannie."

Grannie looked around the room and then her eyes fell on Sam who was sitting quietly at his desk, watching.

"Oh! You must be Markus's new roommate! I'm his grandmother. You can just call me Grannie," Grannie said as she took Sam's hand with both of her own and shook it warmly.

"Hi. Yeah, I'm Sam," Sam replied.

"Oh, now don't you worry. Markus is a good responsible boy. He'll be a very nice roommate for you." She then motioned towards the man setting up the fridge. "And that there is Markus's grandpa. You can just call him Grandpa."

Grandpa gave a quick absentminded wave as he reached back to plug in the fridge.

Markus sighed and looked around anxiously.

"You guys, you really don't have to set everything up. I really can do it."

"Oh now you know we like to help," Grannie said walking over to him.

"Besides," Grandpa gruffly added, "This way we can make sure you have everything you need so you don't go callin' for money as soon as we get home!"

"I won't call for money as soon as you guys get home! I have everything!"

Sam couldn't help but smile as he watched Grannie fuss over Markus and Markus display his obvious annoyance at it. Even Grandpa, with all his gruffness, showed his concern by making sure probably twenty times before they got ready to leave that Markus had everything.

"I'll be fine, guys. Really," Markus said to them as they were saying their good-byes.

Grannie's eyes filled with tears as she hugged Markus tightly to her.

"I am so proud of you, Markus," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I love you so much!"

Sam turned away, feeling his chest tighten. God, he couldn't help but wish Dad and Dean would have come with him. They could have toured the campus together, gone to Wal Mart and bought all the stuff he'd need for school. Dean could have pointed out all the hot college girls on campus. Dad could have given him a hug as they were leaving and tell him how proud he was…

Yeah, that was a dream that would never happen.

He heard Markus shut the door and come over and flop down on his bed with a huge sigh.

"Dude, sorry about all that. Grandpa and Grannie can get a little smothery sometimes."

"Hey, no problem, man. They seem really nice actually."

Markus grinned a little.

"Yeah, they can be pretty cool. I mean, hell, they've let me live with them for the last 15 years. And they're pretty stoked about me coming here. I'm the first person in my family to go to college."

"Wow. That's cool."

"I know, right?" Markus propped himself up with his elbows to look at Sam. "So what about you? What's your family like?"

Sam chuckled a little. "Well, they're… they're not like your family, that's for sure!"

"That doesn't mean anything!"

"Well, it's just me and my brother and my dad. And… well…" Sam hesitated before saying, "They weren't as… excited about me going to college."

Markus looked at him, surprised.

"Seriously? Dude, my grandparents weren't so hot on the idea at first, but when they found out that I got all these scholarships and grant money they went nuts! I mean, shit, man! It's fucking Stanford!"

Sam laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, I know. It's just… Dad wanted me to… to go into the family business… and… and I didn't want to."

"Well, does, your bro want to do it? The family business?"

"Uh… well… yeah. Yeah he does."

"So then you're off the hook! Your bro has it covered so you can worry about being a college boy!"

Markus sat up and got off the bed.

"Dude, let's go check out the campus. I've got some shit I need and it looks like you need some sheets for your bed."

Sam looked sheepishly over at his bed and nodded.

"Yeah, I know."

Sam got up and followed Markus out of their room. He couldn't believe his luck so far and he couldn't help but pray that it would last.