Light filtered in through the blinds of our bedroom windows, shining in my eyes as I woke. I pulled the blanket tighter across my chest and up over my face, blocking the lights as I turned over and snuggled into the body beside me. His arm wrapped around me subconsciously as he slept, but I soon leaned up, kissing his cheek, then his nose, then his lips. He was smiling now, and I grinned back as his eyes fluttered open. He turned towards me, pulling me in close until he could kiss me properly.

"Good morning" he laughed.

"Morning Sammy" he playfully glared at me for that, and before I knew it, I was on my back with Sam above me, his fingers dancing across my stomach and sides. I laughed as he tickled me, and only when I promised to never call him Sammy again, did he stop. He hovered above me, lips soon descending on mine. When he pulled back, he pecked my nose.

"We have to get up. We're meeting the transfer students today remember?" I shook my head, hugging him close as he laughed.

"I know, but we have too." I sighed, looking up and pouting.

"You owe me. This was supposed to be my day off." Sam smirked, kissing me again before getting up and heading towards the shower. I sighed deeply, laying on the bed as I smiled. Sam was the most amazing person I had met. He was kind, loyal, honest, respectful, he wasn't selfish. He seemed to be perfect. I smiled stupidly as I remembered the first day I met him.

Flashback-

It had been my first day at Stanford University. Of course I was lost, unable to find my classes. Instead I stood like an idiot, trailing up and down hallways looking for the same room over and over again. I was going to be late. Just as I'd finally resigned to just go ask someone, I received a tap on my shoulder. I turned abruptly, practically losing all thought as I took in the man before me. The first thing I noticed was how tall he was. He was at least 6'2. I barely passed 5'3. He had kind hazel eyes, long chestnut hair that hung to his ears, a sweet smile and angular features. And based on the look of his arms in that t-shirt, damn, he was ripped.

"Hi, can I help you?" He laughed in amusement at my late retort but grinned at me nonetheless.

"You look lost. Need help finding your next class?" I bit my lip in uncertainty, not sure if I should trust this seemingly perfect stranger. I looked at his face, and practically felt myself melt. Those eyes of his were now wide and pleading, making him look like a kicked puppy, and I knew I'd given in.

"Yeah, sure, that'd be nice." He grinned widely at that.

"Cool, so what class are you looking for?"

"Administrative Law"

"We have the same class, follow me." He led me off in the opposite direction, and I found myself practically running to keep up with his large strides.

"So, sophomore I'm guessing?" I tried to make conversation as we walked, and he shook his head.

"Freshman actually. I got here a week early to find everything." I smiled innocently.

"So. Smart and handsome. What did you say your name was again?" He looked down at me in amusement at my shameless flirting before he shook his head and grinned.

"I didn't, but it's Sam, Sam Winchester."

It hadn't taken us long to become close friends, practically attached at the hip. Where one of us was, you'd always find the other. After about six months I noticed how his touch would linger on me for too long to be appropriate for friends, or how increasingly protective he became. And soon, we began a relationship, and it had been the best year of my life.

I snapped out of my thought when Sam left the bathroom, towel around his waist and drying his long hair. I grabbed a nice change of clothes, kissed him lightly, and headed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day.

About an hour later, Sam and I stood together outside the admissions office, where most of the transfers were, getting their schedules and having things explained to them. Soon, they all left the office with the head of admission beside them, a list in her hands.

"Alright Sam, Riley, you have Jessica Moore, Dylan Jennings, and Sarah Bradley." The three students walked toward us, and I saw Sam's eyes linger on the beautiful blond named Jessica. I tried to ignore the jealousy turning in my gut, but unbeknownst to me, that was the very moment things started to change.

It took awhile for me to notice. It started off simple enough. Sam didn't touch me as often. We didn't kiss as much. I just thought that the honeymoon phase of our relationship was over. I knew that happened, but I wasn't sure why it was suddenly happening to us. I missed him. It had been seven months like this, and I was tired. After a particularly exciting day, I thought things would start to change. I had news I wanted to share with Sam, certain we'd be okay. I walked up the stairs to our apartment, and I noticed the door was open ever so slightly. Something felt.....off. I stepped inside, immediately wishing I hadn't. Sam and Jess were on the couch, caught in a passionate lip lock, glasses of wine on the coffee table. They startled apart when I walked in, and I saw Sam's eyes immediately fill with guilt.

"Sam, please tell me that wasn't what I think it was." Jess was quick to leave our apartment, and I didn't even bother stopping her. My eyes were still locked on Sam.

"Riley, I didn't want to hurt you. I swear, I just didn't know how to tell you."

"Tell me what Sam? What is it you were so afraid to share with me?"

"I don't love you anymore." Five words. Five simple words had the capacity to completely destroy me and my view of the world.

"I just, I didn't mean for it to happen. After we met Jess I just, stopped feeling as strongly. I know, I sound like a jackass and I'm so sorry. I'll always love you Ley. I'm just not in love with you. I'll move out, you can have the apartment. It's the least I can do." I shook my head, fear racing through me.

"Sam you can't leave. You can't. I can't do this without you." He looked to the ground, holding the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"Do what Riley?"

"Sam I'm pregnant!" He looked at me in disgust.

"Riley, stop. I'm not staying, so don't lie about something as serious as that."

"Sam I'm not lying!" He still didn't believe me. He started walking towards the door, and he opened it, and then he stopped. For a moment I thought he would stay, that he realized how stupid it was to think I was lying. But then he spoke.

"I'll come by tomorrow to get my things." And he left. I sunk to my knees, staring at the door as my eyes watered. All at once the dam broke, and I leaned my head onto the floor, wrapping both arms protectively around my stomach as I sobbed.

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It's been five days. After Sam left I'd quickly packed my things and made to head back home. I left no note, no number to call, nothing. I left everything that I couldn't pack into my car, and I drove to the nearest motel. I called my parents, and told them everything that had happened. We agreed I would stay with them until I was back on my feet, and I'd go to the local university until I had something else set up. The next morning, I left California, starting the long drive back to North Carolina.

It was on the second day of my drive that my car broke down somewhere in Oklahoma. There was a vast amount of nothing in either direction, and I had no way of calling for help. Luckily I had enough food and water for about a day, but beyond that I was lost. It was nighttime when a car headed in my direction. I was sitting in the drivers side, leaning against the door when the headlights flooded my eyes and I looked out to see two men approaching my car. I gulped, locking the doors and making sure the windows were rolled up. I dug my pepper spray out of my purse and looked to see the eldest walking towards me. The younger man hung back at their own car. The older man looked at me kindly, seemingly harmless.

"You need some help?" I shook my head quickly, placing a hand over my stomach like it was going to protect the small life inside me. The man noticed the movement immediately and softened even more.

"I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you, or the little one you're carrying. I just wanted to see if you needed help, I swear." I stared at him long and hard, looking for any signs that he was lying, and when I found none, I nodded hesitantly. I rolled down the window about two inches and spoke to him.

"I broke down about three hours ago. I'm not sure what's wrong." He walked to the front end of my car, then asked me to pop the hood. He rummaged around for a little while before I heard a resigned sigh.

"Looks like your head gasket blew kid. That's definitely not something I can fix. Do you need a ride? I can get you somewhere if you need it." I laughed at the horrible irony of my situation before addressing him again.

"I'm on my way to North Carolina." He nodded, not seeming bothered by this.

"Well guess what, so are we." After that, the man and his son that I learned was named Dean, helped me grab my bags from my car and stuff them in their truck and whatever area of the back seat I wouldn't be occupying. Both men were extremely kind, and while I knew I shouldn't, I found myself trusting them.