(Hi! No your eyes are not deceiving you. This is an update! I feel like I need to tell you guys why I have not been up dating this story. To be honest, I guess I just got out of the Supernatural fandom for a while. I got into a new fandom 'The Monkees' yes the 1960s TV show, and started writing stories for that. Then a very close family member of mine died and I just didn't have the heart to write. I'm sorry for leaving this story for so long. I'll try not to let it happen again. Also sorry if this letter is not very good. I'm just getting back into the swing of writing Supernatural fan fiction again.

Suggestions for letters are open.

Thank You to LilyBolt for your review on the last chapter.)

Sam asked Brady to give him two weeks to think on it. Brady agreed. Now it was a day away and Sam still wasn't sure the trip to San Francisco would be the best thing to do. He had class work he could do for brake and maybe get a few assignments ahead in class. Plus he needed to save money, but Jessica was going and this would be a great time to get to know her. Sam sighed again and went to the box of letters. Flipping through them he found one and opened it up.

Dear Sam,

Do it and screw the cost. I'm not sure what it is you're going to be doing, but if it is screwing then wear protection...here Sam rolled his eyes as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Clearing his throat nervously he continued to read the letter.

Anyway, go and do whatever it is you want to do. Knowing you, and I do because I'm your brother, you have had your nose to the books studying and not coming up for air. So go out and have some fun okay? W.W.D.D. What Would Dean Do? You deserve this Sammy. The books and stuff will be there when you get back.

Have fun.

Your brother

Dean.

Sam laughed as he folded the letter back up. He looked at the books and assignments that the teachers have given them. He did get most of them done already. And it was only for two days, he glanced at the letter again WWDW? Picking up the phone Sam opened it to send Brady a text telling him he'd be there.