Katherine Pov:

I looked around, shocked by the lack of activity around the commons. Probably because of the bonfire last night; everyone would be hungover. I'd been crashing here, going to my doppelganger's classes, trying to be somewhat normal in the time I had left. The two people I did notice were men walking toward me, and I was more than prepared to give them directions to wherever they were going. One of them was tall and had long brown hair, almost to his shoulders; I deemed him not a threat. The other man…I wasn't sure. He had very short dirty-blond hair and greenish-blue eyes. That was the type of guy who knew he was handsome, and he would use that against you. They seemed so different, and I had a sense that they weren't here to see a friend or anything simple like that.

"Excuse me," the blond one said, with a smile/smirk that just confirmed my fears. I was positive that I would hate him. They both held up badges that looked very real to me and my eyes widened. "You must be Katherine Pierce. We're detectives investigating the death of your roommate, Megan." I of course nodded at his first comment; they must have been given a picture of me or something. There was that damn smile/smirk again. I was used to guys liking me, I mean, being Katherine freaking Pierce helped that. But, he seemed to be trying to be figuring me out just by looking at me, which I didn't appreciate. This guy just kept pissing me off, even if he was a cop. The tall one I liked, he was quiet and from his expression he had some sense. Whatever, I didn't plan on seeing them ever again after this short conversation.

"I don't understand," I said with a rather convincing confusing look, "I thought Megan killed herself."

"We're just being um…thorough, with the investigation." When the tall one finally spoke he had a somewhat kind and understanding tone, but he sounded unsure. I still liked him better, but I kind of understood why the blond one wouldn't let him speak. I wanted some names, something to call them other than the tall one and the blond one. I don't know, I could go with good cop, bad cop, because I definitely liked the tall one better.

"Oh, then ask away," I said with a small smile, holding my bag closer to me. I knew something like this would happen; and I knew I would have to lie. Nothing that I hadn't done a million times before.

"You're the one who found her, right? Around the side of the Whitmore house?" The blond one asked inquisitively, crossing his arms and looking stern (but not police officer stern).

"And we're very sorry for you loss, Ms. Pierce." The tall one spoke softly, adding as much concern as he could. I could tell he had seen a lot of death. He also elbowed the blond one in the arm, to which he responded with a little I'll kick your ass, punk look, acting like I couldn't see.

I ignored how incredibly funny this was and just responded. "Yeah, but I didn't see anything, um, I mean anyone. I didn't see anyone." What? It was kind of fun stringing them along. "Um…by the way, I didn't get any names." I was to make them think I had seen something, knowing now that it was impossible that these two were cops. If I had to guess I would say hunters. That wasn't my problem anymore, but I wouldn't this, I wanted to do something good with my life. I was going to hell anyway, might as well enjoy the ride. I needed to earn their trust, and I needed to help them. I already had something they could help me with.

"I'm Sam, that's Dean. But, Katherine, what did you see that night?" Okay, so the tall one was Sam, and the blond one was Dean. I might as well tell the truth, no matter how stupid it probably was. Once again, I was going to be gone anyway.

"She was thrown out of a window, she didn't jump. She was dead before she hit the ground. Her neck was torn up, like an animal attacked her." Of course I knew what this was, but the better question was, did they know it was a vampire.

"Hey, do you think you'd want to get a drink later?" Dean asked, and he wasn't doing a very good job of hiding that he just wanted to talk about what I knew. That was wonderful, I'd love to just talk like that. I needed to explain everything.

"Sure. Where?" I restrained from rolling my eyes dramatically when he gave me his phone number. He was going to text me the address and time later; if he even decided I was worth their time. I hoped these boys would figure out that I was their best lead, and that I at least seemed to believe in something.

Sam Pov:

I hadn't spoken at all while we were on the way home from meeting with Katherine. Dean was being stupid again. Sure, this girl might know more than she led on, nut even then Dean wouldn't learn anything by getting the both of them drunk. Unlike me, Dean could not stop talking in the car, mostly about how hot she was "Oh my god, did you see that dress? I will do so much research," and then the normal chuckling. Yeah, she was pretty, but we actually needed to do our job. There were people going missing, but Dean was just being himself. When we finally got back to our motel room, I wanted to tell Dean that he needed to shut up, but that never worked.

I thought back to when I found this case, how we had no idea what this could be and that it just seemed weird. I was almost sure now, vampires. The only question was, why cover up the deaths? Every attack had been ruled a suicide, and every one had been at that school. Someone at Whitmore was trying to cover the vampire's tracks, maybe a vampire himself. That was the real problem though; the actual vampires were the problem.

"So, what do you think it is? Vamps? Do I get to behead some bloodsuckers?" Dean said with a level of excitement that was probably not healthy for someone who going to kill monsters that used to be human.

"Sure, Dean. You can behead them, but we have to find them first. What do you think Katherine knows?" I responded, just wanting to know, besides the fact that she was beautiful, did Dean ask her out. She was interesting, and that she didn't think she sounded crazy when she told us what she saw, most people would've thought they had gone insane.

"Well I don't know, not yet at least. That's why I'm talking to her over drinks."

"Of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that you think she's beautiful." I raised an eyebrow at Dean, sitting on one of the chairs in the room, my feet up on the coffee table.

"Hey! Two birds with one stone, bitch."

"Jerk." I finished the conversation with our usual teasing, "Go call you girlfriend."

"Maybe I will." Dean said with defiance as he went outside with his phone, slamming the door on me.