A/N: This is my first AU so please be kind :D Was originally written for some friends on DeviantART but decided to share. Hope you like it.

Note: Slash. - Destiel & Sabriel.

Additional note: 1st - I am reposting the chapters after discovering that the chapter divides I'd been using weren't in place. Sorry about that, I can understand that their abscence would have made things a little confusing. From now on the scene will be divided with (Supernatural - Free Will House)

2nd - I have also run the chapter through my spell check once more, though I can't understand why it hadn't worked the first time. If there was still mistakes I'm sorry and my grammar will always suck, so forgive me that please. Anyway... thank you to Gypsygrl86

CHAPTER ONE

"Close the house? – Why?"

"According to the dean, there's some kind of regulation that say we need at least twenty students living here." Gabriel grumbled, throwing himself down against the coach, his blond head falling back.

"So you're telling me they're going to just throw us out because we're three people short."

"That's the long and short of it Sasquatch. – Ouch." Gabriel rubbed at the back of his head as Sam dropped his hands into his lap.

They were sat so close on the couch, in that natural way that people who'd know each other for so long did. They were always sitting together, close.

"What we going to do Gabe? – I love this house. – I love you guys."

Gabriel's blue eyes slide curiously to the tall man at his side, but the giant was staring straight ahead, his brows furrowed in thought, oblivious of the feelings his words ignited his friend.

"The dean's given ups a week to recruit…."

"A week!" Sam gasped, his head snapping around to stare at his short smug friend. "Gabe…. Is this another one of your joke?" he asked wearily.

Gabriel's smile broadened, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I wish, Sammy. – I truly wish."

Sam slumped down in his seat. "A week…" he repeated. "How the hell are we meant to recruit three new housemate, in the middle of the semester, in a week?"

Gabriel pulled out a lolly from his jean pocket and popped it in his mouth. "Not a clue buddy. – not a damn clue."

SUPERNATURAL - FREE WILL HOUSE

"I just got informed that the dean has given those rejects a week to recruit new members."

"What!"

"Don't worry Uriel. – There's no way in hell their going to be able to do it. They don't have the standing. – And once there gone we'll be able to get rid of that monstrosity of a frat house."

"I don't know what your father was thinking giving that land to those apes. He could have left it to us; we were one of the first on campus. With that piece of land we could have extended this place… we would have become one of the largest fraternities' in the state, it not the whole country. – Instead he leaves it to them." Uriel grunted with frustration. He hated living so close to what he called 'mud-monkeys'. "It's bad enough we have to live so close to hell."

"You know my father. He thought it would only be fair. He'd never leave the land to me and more than he would leave it to Luc. So he gave it to those idiots, said something about 'half way between heaven and hell is free will.' – What he actually meant was that he didn't want me and Luc fighting anymore."

"Or any less either." Smirked Raphael with distain.

Michael shot him a warning look before turning back to his studies. "It won't matter. They'll never be able to find three members in a week and then we can talk to the dean about buying the land. – Before Luc does."

SUPERNATURAL - FREE WILL HOUSE

"Come on Dean…. No-one hits like you. Just come and try out please. I've never asked you for anything and this is a great opportunity." Sam pleaded down the phone to his brother the next evening.

"Sammy, you're the brain of the family, ok. The whole collage thing is your thing, not mine. – Besides I'm too old."

"Seriously Dean. You only three years older than me, and there are tons of mature student here. It's not like this place is Stanford of something. – it's practically unknown."

"Ok jerk, say I came and tried out and got this baseball scholarship, then what? – Am I supposed to just play ball and nothing else….? - And what about this place?"

"Come on Dean, you don't even like working there, you only do it because that what Dad wanted you to do. You could have gone to college, but then Dad died and you through yourself into this whole following Dad orders thing….."

"Sam." Dean growled in warning. "Watch what your say."

Sam sighed, to his older brother there was no-one better in the world than John Winchester, no matter how much of a lousy father he was, at least to Dean. Sam knew he got away with a hell of a lot compared to his older brother.

"Ok…." Sam said trying to defuse the situation before it blow up in his face. "… You'd have to take some course and keep a good GPA to stay on the team…."

"Great." Dean grumbled.

"… You could take the folklore and mythology course."

"And why would I take that?"

Sam could hear his brothers smirk. "Because that's the kind of shit your into. – You might like to take the literature Couse too."

"Why?" Dean asked warily.

"There doing that writer you like."

Dean went silent on the other end of the line.

"What are you getting out of this sudden interest in my higher education?"

Sam kicked his foot at the floor. "Well…. I was… hoping…."

"What?"

"Well I thought you could…. Come stay with me."

"At your frat house?"

"I know you hate the whole frat thing, but Dean I really need your help. We're going to lose our house if we don't get another three members."

"So you went through all this trouble to convince your college baseball team to give me a try-out just so you can recruit me to your weird little cult. – Well I'm touched." Dean laughed.

"We're not a cult and yeah I did OK. – I don't ask you for much Dean. I haven't badgered you in a year and a half."

"Until now." Dean interrupted.

"… yeah, till now. – beside I think you'd like the guys."

Sam didn't need to need to see his brothers face to know that he was both scowling and unconvinced. "Please Dean. Just drive down for tomorrow's try-out, meet the guys then make up your mind."

"If I do this, paybacks going to be a bitch."

"Wouldn't doubt it Dean."

"There had so better be a ton of hot chick at this college of yours." Dean grumbled before he hung up the phone.

SUPERNATURAL - FREE WILL HOUSE

Dean pulled up outside the ramshackle frat house in his pristine 1967 Chevy Impala and groaned. He'd never seen anything look so untidy. – depressing wasn't even a suitable word for it.

His gaze drifted to the house on the block, each pristinely painted with their neatly cut lawns and shiny Greek letters over their doors.

He ground and chided himself for once again allowing his brother to emotionally blackmail him into doing something truly stupid. – Again.

Him? College? – There was no more ridiculous thought in his head. He should be working at the garage as his Dad had wanted, but Sam was right, he was miserable there, he loved the work but hated the job. He was twenty three, it was time to put himself first for once, this insane idea of Sam to go back to college well, it might work.

He had wanted to go off to college, and even thought about a baseball scholarship back in the day, but his Dad had made it clear that he had responsibilities to the family and that only one Winchester was going to be the brains and it certainly was him.

So Sammy had head off here to his out of the way little college, - for god know what reason when he'd been accepted to more academically acceptable colleges like Stanford and Berkley. Dean and his father had never understood that decision. – Dean had stay behind, learning how to fix car and taking a job at the same garage his father worked.

He sighed. Two years later Dad had died but Dean had stayed where he was because he figured he was too older to try and set things right.

But then Sam had called with this offer that just sounded too good to be true. A new life. Education. Playing college baseball. He'd saved his money over the years; always telling himself that one day he'd spend it on something really great, an education hadn't been his first thought, but it was a sensible one. – And after all what could go wrong.

At that thought Dean could have hit himself across the back of the head, if he could reach, with his obsessive love of horror movies he should know never to either say or think that. It always led to death and disaster.

Get a grip Dean; this is the real world dude.

His gaze fixed head of him to the next house down, it was painted a brilliant white; he saw a pretty red head leaving next to a tall dark haired guy about the same age as Sammy.

Dean smirked if all the girls attending this out of the way hick college where that hot, he may just enjoy himself after all.

"Dean?" His brother yelled though the car window. "You actually came."

Dean raised a brow. "Of course – have I ever let you down?"

Sam dropped his face with guilt for a few second, no Dean hadn't. Not once in twenty years. "So you want to meet the guys."

Dean groaned inwardly. He could only imagine the nerd patrol that awaited him in that house, with a sigh though, he opened the driver's door and claimed out, adjusting his worn leather jacket as he walked around the car.

"Nice neighborhood."

"Yeah. Except for all the while." Same laughed. "I swear their either have no imagination or their having some kind of competition. – They hate us you know." He continued staring in the direction of the bright white house to their left that Dean had seen the red-hair leave. "They've been trying to get rid of us for years."

"Why?"

Sam shrugged.

"So how's the recruiting going?" Dean asked following his brother up green painted creaking steps.

"Good. – We're one down." He sent Dean a knowing look, accompanied with a smirk.

"I didn't think it would be as hard as you were making it out to be." Not giving his brother an answer to his unasked question.

"Actually we just got lucky…. Jo hooked in an exchange student from the UK…."

"Jo?"

"Yeah, she's Ash's sister, she works part time at the student bar and her mom works in the admissions office. – she heard that there was this guy transferring from London and gave him a call, told him about the house and asked if he'd like to sign up."

"Just like that?" Dean smiled impressed.

"Yeah, she's kind of forward like that." Sam grinned.

"Single?"

Sam's head snapped round. "Is that all you ever think about?"

"No…. there are Cars and Beer too." Dean laughed.

"Don't forget Dr. Sexy MD."

"Shut it bitch. I told you, I was just flicking."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. – For three day." Sam continued on towards the door. "Any way, we have that guy arrives on Monday, and Gabe was able to convince Chuck from his creative writing class to join us. That was somewhat of a miracle actually, Chuck's pretty much like you on this whole frat thing, he had…. A bad experience with heaven back in the first month of freshman year…."

"Heaven?" Dean frowned.

Sam turned to meet his brothers and nodded toward their neighbors to his right. "That's what everyone calls them. Probably because the head of the house is named Michael and his brothers name is Luc. – There's a pool going about that its short for Lucifer. – He runs that one." Sam nodded in the opposite direction, another bright white house in the distance.

"Let me guess?..." Dean smirked. "Hell?"

Sam laughed. "Got it in one." Then he turned back to open the door, leaving Dean staring between the houses for a few more moments.

Finally Dean jogged up the steps after his kid brother. "So you're actually trapped between heaven and hell? – Seriously. – Man I was right, this place is a freak-station."