Columbia University, Wednesday Afternoon

[psychic_wonder]

For the second time in his life, Sam had graduated, and he was feeling just as nervous about being done with college as he'd felt about being done with high school. Thankfully, Columbia's commencement hadn't involved any fighting besides making sure he stayed awake during all the speeches, but he'd never really gotten out of the habit of being on alert anyway. He'd sent out some invitations to folks he thought might have wanted to come and see him get his diploma, and now he had it clutched tight in his hands as he searched the crowd. It was so weird to think about being done with school, for a little while at least, and he couldn't shake the feeling that things could have turned out very differently if his dad had never sent him and Dean to Fandom.

Or hey, maybe everything would have turned out fine anyway. Who knew?

[Oh god where did these four years go? If you think you might have gotten an invite to the ceremony, then you did, and this is open for you!]