CHAPTER ONE


Dammit Alex..." I whispered, tears filling my eyes as I learned of my best friend's death. "How'd she die?"

"We found her in a river just outside of town... But she didn't drown. There were multiple lacerations all over her body. I say she died from loss of blood, then the murderer disposed of her body in the river," the police officer answered grimly. I sighed, staring down at my hands. Alex had been my roommate at Stanford. Three days ago she had left for some party, but apparently never showed up. Alex was missing until early this morning, when she was found dead. "The coroner hasn't released the official report yet, that was just my theory."

"Do you have any more questions for me, officer?"

"No, Ms. Grace. You're free to go." I nodded and quickly left the police station. A thought entered my head while I was driving back to my dorm room. Wasn't Bryan killed the same way a week ago? Maybe this is the work of a serial killer! Or maybe it's just a coincidence. I sighed and parked my truck beside a '67 Impala. Upon closer examination, I saw two people sitting in the badass car. I felt their eyes on me as I walked away. What if they're serial killers!? I picked up the pace and went inside before any more conspiracy theories could go through my head.


"Woah, Sammy. Who's the hot chick?!" Dean asked with a wink. Sam groaned.

"You do realize I don't know everyone that goes to Stanford, right?"

"Yeah, but do you know her?"

"Evelina Grace," Sam replied, then paused. "She was a friend of Jess, therefore we were close friends too." Dean kept silent and took the keys out of ignition. "Let's just find out what's killing all these college students. I can't stand this place since... Well, you know."

"Yeah, I know Sammy. Don't worry. We'll figure this out real quick, and then we'll get the hell outta here," Dean said and climbed out of the Impala. Sam sighed and followed.

"So what's our cover this time?"

"You're just plain ol' Sam Winchester, and I'm a federal marshal. We heard about your buddies' deaths so I, being your amazing older brother, decided to step in and investigate." Dean flashed his fake badge and a smile. "Now come on, Sammy. Let's go interrogate Ms. Sexy-Grace." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Don't call me Sammy."


I sighed, taking off my over-sized Stanford hoodie. Then I was left in a black ribbed tank top and cutoff jeans. I had let my brown hair out of the messy bun it was in, thinking I would be alone for the rest of the night. Wrong! There was a knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Evelina, you here?"

"Sam, is that you!?" I exclaimed and ran to the door. I quickly opened it to find Sam freaking Winchester standing there. Sam used to be a close friend of mine before he vanished after his girlfriend, Jessica, died in a fire. Jess, Alex, and I were all best friends. In fact, we had a nickname: the three musketeers. Yes, very cliché. But it fit us perfectly. Then Jess died, and now Alex... I suddenly realized that Sam wasn't the only person there.

"Hey, Evelina. This is my brother, Dean. He's a federal Marshal and he's here to investigate the case," he finally said, pulling me into an embrace.

"You," began Dean in a rough voice, "are way too hot to be hugging my brother." I scoffed and put a hand on my hip.

"It was platonic. And besides, I'm not looking to get my field plowed by anyone, especially you." I pointed a finger at Dean with a smirk. Sam laughed and Dean fake-pouted.

"Well, if you don't mind Dean has some questions to ask you." The mood instantly darkened. I sat down on Alex's old couch with a frown.

"Of course. Let's get this over with."