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Of course it was the year Sam had to live in the dorms that the university decided to make mixed living mandatory. They wanted to encourage angel-human exchange. Bullshit, if you asked Sam. Whatever the reason, he was now stuck with some stupid angel if he wanted to stay in college.
And he had fought too hard to get here to let something like living in hell for a year stop him. It was ridiculous, really. He had wings; he should count as an angel. Only he lacked everything else, the super powers that every human envied in the angels, which classified him as human, thank you very much, bureaucracy.
Humans got jealous when they saw Sam's wings, especially when they found out that he could fly with them. Angels viewed them as scum, even worse than humans, because they sullied their wonderful bloodlines.
Sam came from one of the few families that had angel DNA in their family tree for a long while. Seven generations back, one of the Campbells had been stupid enough to get knocked up by an angel. And because the genes for wings were dominant and the ones for all the awesome rest weren't, the only thing that had stuck with his family since then were the wings.
Which sucked a lot because angels could somehow smell that they weren't pure and the visible reminder just made them more bitchy, especially since, in the sixties, interspecies sex had been a way of rebellion and the number of hybrids had skyrocketed.
Sam really wished he didn't have wings, though Dean seemed to be envious of him. Yeah, but Dean didn't have to keep up with the constant bullying from the full blown angels who were a lot stronger than Sam.
And Dean didn't have to live with someone who would surely turn into a tormentor for a whole god damn year.