Room 320, Tuesday Afternoon

[likethegun]

As much as Sam had teased Dean about finals being easy, it didn't mean he wasn't going to spend as much time preparing for Thursday as he could. He had his notes piled up around him on his bed, and was going through them with a highlighter, one class at a time.

[Door is open!]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Hark, what was that sound? Someone knocking on the doorframe with a plate in her hand? Why yes, yes it was. "Hi!"

[likethegun]

Sam glanced up and smiled when he saw Francine. "Hey," he said, eying the plate.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Leftover brownies from class." She pointed. It was almost even sort of not a lie! ...In six states and the District of Columbia. "And you win the First Person On The Floor With Their Door Open Sweepstakes."

No, she didn't live on this floor. Your point?

[likethegun]

"Really?" Sam asked. "That's awfully nice of you. You didn't have to do that."

Of course he wasn't going to say no. The Winchester genes made it really difficult to ever turn down baked goods, especially free ones.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine shook her head. "Oh, trust me, I did. There were lots. If I ate them all I'd turn into the Goodyear Blimp." Which Merlin was supposed to be her protector against, but shh. Details.

[likethegun]

"Oh, well, if it'll help you, then I'll gladly take a brownie off your hands," Sam said. Such a kind soul he was, really.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Take two!" she said, holding out the plate. "I've got two hands, after all."

[likethegun]

"Thanks," Sam said, doing just that. The brownies would be perfect to tide him over if he got hungry in the library tomorrow. "I hope all the rest of your finals are this easy for you."

[thatsamilkshake]

"They're all over!" Francine said happily as she turned to leave. "So your wish came true already."

[likethegun]

"Lucky," Sam said, laughing. "Well, then I hope you have a good rest of the week instead."