Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original creation of E. Kripke. Done for love and fun, not for profit.


A/N: Preseries. Sam leaving for Stanford. Sorry for the lateness - FF was NOT playing fair last night!

WOW: Eighteen

Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!

Eighteen years.

The diploma went in first.

"Gotta prove it's real?"

"It's one of the few actual pieces of ID that I have. I might have to prove who I am."

{I know you}

Eighteen hours.

"He didn't really mean it, Sammy."

"Yeah. He did. I meant it too. This is my one shot at normal. To stop being a freak."

{like me}

Eighteen minutes.

"Hurry up! Don't make me late for the bus."

"Take this."

"Thanks, Dean. I didn't know what I'd do for money before I got there."

{when you won't need me anymore}

Eighteen seconds.

{can't breathe}

ANII: I have to apologize for missing responding to some reviews – I hate it when people don't respond to mine. I DO appreciate them, but RL has been crazy. I also owe a couple of people some birthday fics... soooooon...