Hey everyone. This is Sam Winchester, and I hope you're all having a great time with your visitors this week. Let's see what the squirrels caught everyone doing yesterday.

( Parents Weekend Radio! )

Waking up as a girl yesterday had been met with a sigh, which only doubled in intensity when Sam realized that Peter was his normal male self. Apparently, Fandom weird was only allowed to hit him--at least, that was Sam's whiny story and he was sticking to it. Thankfully, he'd had plenty of things to do inside this weekend, and his study group had totally bought his emails about being sick. For the moment, he was buried in his government textbook and trying not to think too hard about this being his last semester of college. If he turned into a girl wherever he went next, he wasn't sure what he'd do.

[Open for calls and texts and such!]

Sam didn't know what was more disturbing - spending the weekend as Lucifer again or what had happened to Dean. He didn't remember all the details of their conversation, but what memories he had were pretty unpleasant. He'd spent the day hiding from Zoe and Grace, not wanting to have to explain himself, and ended up at the park, throwing some bread at the ducks in the pond. At least he wouldn't have to explain anything to Peter, and maybe Dean would just chalk it all up to Fandom weirdness? He could hope, at least.

[Open!]

It was a little strange to be back on the beach again this evening. When the town had come back, Peter and Sam had reappeared right where the darkness had taken them on the shore, and while most of Sam's evening had been spent getting yelled at by Zoe - when she wasn't squeezing him in a deathgrip hug - he'd still had time to think about what had happened to Peter, and how he'd reacted in turn. There were a dozen places on the island he could have brought Peter to for this talk, but the beach had always had kind of a special significance for them, and the sound of the waves had calming potential. This conversation was going to be difficult, and Sam figured he could use all the help he could get.

[For that other guy in the post!]

It had started at school.

When one of Sam's professors stopped showing up for class, he thought maybe the guy had gotten sick, until he went to Student Services and was told that his class wasn't in the system, and that there was no professor at the school with that name. Then, some of his study group emails began bouncing back, and that was right around the time that Dean began calling him asking about hunts they'd been on as kids, fighting monsters that Bobby insisted weren't real.

Then things started disappearing. No one else seemed to think it was strange that there was a hole in the middle of the country where Kansas was supposed to be, and Sam was pretty sure that a bunch of state capitals weren't what he remembered from school. It was different where Dean was - whole countries had gone missing from maps, enough that even Dean, whose geography skills didn't stretch much past the continental US, knew things didn't look right anymore.

Then, today, Sam had come back from his last classes of the week to two voicemails: one from Zoe, asking with an almost odd sense of calm if he knew a good reason why John's cellphone had been disconnected, and one from Dean, yelling about a dark, empty cloud before the message cut short.

Now, Sam was curled up on the couch, with Scout's head in his lap, dialing Dean's number for a time that was well within double digits. He didn't know whose voice was on the recorded message of "The number you have dialed is no longer in service," but he hated them a hell of a lot right now. It was pretty much all he had at the moment.

[For the boyfriend, and any calls or emails!]

Sam was still feeling gleeful over the whole office thing, and today, he'd set up his laptop near the open window so he could enjoy the warm air while he looked for safe websites for his class. It was, at the moment, a sadly short list, at least partly because he kept getting distracted by the view outside. Maybe sitting by the window hadn't been the brightest idea, but he wasn't going to get up now.

[Door and post are open, and I'm on SP until 4pm. Oh testing, how you kill me.]

Now that all of his finals were over, Sam was celebrating by...packing for his trip back to Fandom. It still felt weird to be heading back, especially since Peter wasn't coming with him, but Sam knew that Zoe needed help with Grace, even if she wouldn't admit it, and he did miss the island, even if he wouldn't admit it. He wasn't leaving until Saturday, but that didn't mean he was going to do all of his packing later. Sam had a feeling that someone was going to try to distract him when he had the chance, so starting to get prepared now seemed like a good idea.

Wednesdays were almost always one of Sam's easier days at school. He had lecture classes all morning, and then his whole afternoon was free, which gave him plenty of time to sit in the library and study. He'd managed to find a few other people from his classes who willingly studied in the middle of the week, and they'd sit together and chat while going over their notes and papers. It was completely geeky, and completely the kind of experience he'd been hoping to find at college.

Today though, Sam had been far too distracted by thoughts of Peter to study. He'd barely been able to concentrate in class, so instead of going to the library, he'd gone straight back to Peter's apartment to check on Scout and wait for Peter to come home from work. On his way inside, he'd grabbed the mail, and saw that their internet bill had come again. Taking care of that had been a good distraction from everything else on his mind, as was checking to see how much money he had left in his checking account. There was enough there to cover next month's bill, and if he got money for Christmas, he'd be all set for a while. The thought of being able to take care of Peter in some small way had made Sam feel really good.

Or, maybe it was just thinking about Peter again that had made him feel good. Sam was kind of easy at the moment.

He'd been about to put the envelope away with his books, to hide it with the rest of the old bills, when Peter had come home from work. The bill was forgotten as easily as the rest of Sam's stuff, and if Peter minded getting pounced on as soon as the door was closed, he certainly hadn't said anything about it.

[For the boyfriend!]

With classes finally starting, Sam's week had already been crazy busy. He'd had schedules to learn, buildings to find, books to buy, and all in a place he was still getting used to. But no amount of craziness could prevent him from remembering today's date and why it was important. Sam knew his way around Peter's neighborhood pretty well now, so he hadn't had any trouble finding a deli to stop at to get his and Peter's favorite sandwiches for dinner. It might not have been the most romantic anniversary dinner ever, but it also wouldn't get cold if Sam got...distracted once Peter got home from work. After two years, Peter still had pretty strong effect on him.

[For he whose apartment it is!]

After spending his afternoon dawdling, Sam had finally gone to the house to start collecting the boxes of books he'd left behind. He hadn't expected to be waylaid by Grace, but he couldn't say no to a little sister who wanted him to play with her, could he? He wasn't in that much of a rush to get back, and it was a distraction from the random urge he was having to go walk in the woods.

[For the Winchesters and their guest!]