I stared at the history exam in front of me. It seemed to be swimming, but that easily could've just been my head. Sitting in my nine AM United States History (up to 1850) after a night out drinking instead of studying was really catching up to me.

My best friend Sam Winchester was two seats away filling out his test totally normal. He was drinking with us last night, but I couldn't remember if he had stopped drinking or not. I sure as hell hadn't. Sam looked over at me, his long brown hair falling in his face; he smiled crookedly and winked one of his weirdly bluish/greenish eyes at me. I think I smiled back at him. He looked back down to his test and I looked down at mine. I had only answered about fifteen of the fifty question exam.

"20 minutes remaining." My professor's high squeaky voice sounded like thunder waking me up in the middle of the night.

'Shit.' I read the next question and it seemed like gibberish. Something about James Madison? I eventually just started filling in the little circles, not even reading the questions. Great, another failure in history. Oh well, I wanted to be a business major, history had no use to me. I turned my exam in just before Sam stood up to turn his in. I grabbed my backpack, headed out of the hall and waited for Sam.

I stepped outside and, as my blue eyes adjusted to the California sun, I ran a hand through my black hair and exhaled slowly.

"How do you think you did, Castiel?" Sam's voice came from behind me.

"Horribly! Why did you guys let me drink the whole liquor store?" Sam laughed.

"Your brother just kept getting you to drink. Said he wanted to loosen you up."

"My brother?" I asked, rubbing my temples. Everything came back to me. My older brother Gabriel decided to make a surprise visit while Sam and I were studying in our Stanford dorm room. He had just turned twenty-two and knew of a place around campus that didn't ID (he had gotten kicked out of Stanford for multiple reasons, mostly his dumb pranks he would play on the dean). I was joking when I told him to come up and visit. I should've known he would actually do it. Then a thought occurred to me.

"Is he still in our room?"

"Probably, he was about as bad as you were."

"Shit." I started speed walking towards our dorm, which was on the other side of campus. Gabriel on his own was bad enough, but a hung over Gabriel was even worse. I heard Sam catch up to me, his long legs had him just walking, whereas I felt like I was jogging.

"What's so bad about your brother being in our room?"

"I've told you about Gabriel. He was the prankster that got kicked out of here. I was lucky that the dean didn't take a look at my last name and give me an automatic no."

"Well, Novak is a pretty sweet last name." Sam grinned. "Not to mention a first name like Castiel."

"Watch it, Winchester." I said to my roommate. Sam and I were randomly assigned to be roommates, and became fast friends. We were freshmen at Stanford University, both eighteen years old, and both had older brothers that were a little less than normal.

Finally making it back to the dorm room, I quickly slid the key into the door, turned it and opened the door so quickly the door banged against the wall. Gabriel jumped up and began swinging his arms.

"Ahhhh!" Gabriel's golden eyes snapped open and he looked at Sam and me. His expression went from sleepy, to confused, to happy in about half a second.

"Good morning, Cassie, Sammoose!" He smiled wide and winked at Sam. "How's everybody feeling this morning?" Gabriel stretched and yawned.

"Well, I'm doing pretty well. Castiel here on the hand," Sam hit me hard on the back with one of his massive hands. "Is not doing that great." I flopped on my bed and closed my eyes. My head had never hurt so much and I was pretty sure I was going to die.

"Cassie, let's go get some nice greasy breakfast."

"Yeah, Jess works at the Cardinal Brew."

"Who's this Jess person?" I heard Gabriel's voice with a hint of jealousy.

"This guy Sam is trying to fuck. He's in his lit class. He's pretty cute." I opened one eye to look at Sam.

"I'm not trying to fuck him. We had to do a project together." Sam smiled and then pushed me off my bed on to the floor.

"Damn it! Fine! Let's go see Jess." I jumped up and looked at the man that was about four inches taller than me and my brother, who was about an inch shorter than me.

"That's the spirit, Cassie." Gabriel shot me a smile and lead the way out of the dorm room, pretending he knew where he was going.