Sam glanced down at the list of addresses the guidance counsellor had given him before looking back at the building in front of him. It was the right address so despite his misgivings he walked up the steps and knocked on the door. The apartment was one of the two dozen that charged low enough rent that his scholarship would pay for it. It seemed a bit nice though, with the wall facing the street being made entirely of glass and being high enough in the air to give a no doubt breathtaking view of the city.

The door swung open and a short dark haired boy stood before him. He couldn't have been more than 5'3" making him seem tiny compared to Sam's towering 6'4". The smaller man tilted his head back and stared out from under his scruffy fringe of hair with wide green eyes. Sam shifted uncomfortably, he was caught with that unaccountable feeling of being too big. The other guy was just so little Sam felt ludicrous in comparison.

"Err I'm Sam Winchester, we talked on the phone." He told him the little guy blinked slowly before nodding.

"Yes, you just didn't sound so. . . tall." Sam laughed awkwardly.

"How does someone sound tall?" he asked.

"Well you know a bit echo-y and far away cause he's he talking to you from a distance. I'm Harry by the way. Please come in." Harry stepped back and gestured Sam into the apartment. Sam looked around in awe. The apartment was spacious and already furnished with expensive looking furniture. A big screen TV hung on one wall with speakers arranged around it.

"Ahh thanks but. . .I think there might be a mistake." Sam told him apologetically. Harry turned and raised his eyebrows at him.

"A mistake?" he replied. Sam nodded.

"This place is amazing don't get me wrong by my Scholarship only provides 300 a month for rent." He explained.

"And?" Harry asked. Sam shifted blushing despite himself.

"And this place is obviously way more than that."

"Didn't your guidance counsellor explain the terms of the apartment rental?" Harry asked sounding surprised.

"Terms? No she just gave me a list and told me to call you first." Sam replied now feeling even more anxious. Terms didn't sound like a good thing but Harry smiled warmly and gestured to the bright yellow sofa.

"Sit down and we'll talk it over. Would you like a soda or something?" he offered but Sam shook his head and moved to sit down. The sofa was low to the ground not surprising considering how short Harry was and Sam felt like he was navigating himself into one of those child sized chairs they keep in Kindergarten classrooms. Harry sat down one the matching yellow loveseat to face him.

"Sam there's no way to ease you into this so I'm just going to be blunt alright?" Harry started making Sam's stomach churn with anxiety but he nodded his agreement anyway. "The rent for this apartment is already paid through the year. If you decided to live here you would be responsible to pay the utilities. I've got plenty of money but things like due dates and electrical bills tend to escape my memory. In addition to making sure the utilities are paid on time you'll be responsible for helping me operate all this equipment I'm not very good with electronics and I've never quite figured out the whole computer thing. If the utilities ever exceed the $300 from your scholarship you would simply tell me and I would cover the additional."

Sam gaped at him.

"I'm confused, why don't you just hire someone to pay your bills if you've got so much money anyway?" he asked. Harry shrugged.

"Honestly, I wanted to help someone out. I haven't placed an ad for this place. I just gave the details to the school and told them I'd be willing to rent to a scholarship student. I figured anybody here on scholarship must be pretty on top of things and wouldn't have a problem keeping up with my due dates."

"Wow, really but there's gotta be a catch." Sam said, his training from his father telling him if something is too good to be true, it probably isn't.

"Well there is one thing," Harry told him with a smirk "I am gay so if you take issue with that this probably isn't the place for you."

"I don't care about that," Sam assured him a little offended the other man had thought he would have a problem with something like that. "I mean I like girls but it's not really my business who you date."

"Well it's easy to say that but how will you feel when you hear me having very vocal sex in the room next to yours?" Harry asked but he was grinning so Sam thought he was probably joking.

"I dunno, you seem to have a pretty good sound system I'm sure I can find something to drown you out. Maybe a little Rick Astley to set the mood for you." Sam told him and Harry threw back his head and laughed.

"If you ever do that I will throw you out onto the street." he told him still chuckling "So I take it Sam that you'd like to move in?"

Sam nodded.

"Yeah definitely, when is the room available?" Sam asked hoping it was soon, he'd been staying at a motel since arriving in California. Harry shrugged.

"Now if you want it. Here I'll give you the tour and get a key for you but then you're good to move in whenever."


Sam woke abruptly and it took him several moments to rearrange his brain about his current surroundings. He was in the car with Dean and they were driving toward California to investigate so mysterious deaths there. He'd been dreaming of Harry, it was happening a lot lately and Sam wasn't sure why. Dean gave him an odd look.

"What's up Sammy?" He asked. Sam almost didn't answer but couldn't help but asking.

"Do you remember? About a year after I went Stanford I called you and dad about a case?" Dean looked thoughtful for a minute.

"Oh wait I remember, your roommate Jerry, or Barry or something went missing right?"

"Harry, yeah." Sam nodded.

"Dad wouldn't check it out right, cause he was the only one who went missing." Dean recalled. Sam clenched his fists, anger coursing through him just at the memory of his dad failing to help him when he needed it.

"Yeah that's right."

"So what happened? Did they ever find him?" Dean asked and Sam shook his head.

"No, they never did. I just, I guess I've been thinking about him a lot lately."

"Yeah? I hadn't realized you guys were that close." Sam sighed and turned to look out the window as he answered softly.

"Yeah we were close."

Author's notes: So I absolutely should not be starting this because I have so many other fics going right now but it is literally all I could think about all day. . . So I'm writing it.

Also watch for my first fic in the Quidditch Fanfiction League Competition which is starting tomorrow.

Please Review. They always make me happy. . .Also I will probably have another chapter tonight and that is far more likely if I get reviews. . . :)