Chapter 2

After an awkward elevator ride down to the lobby full of students off to class, Sam spoke up.

"My name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean." As he pointed to the one that was checking out Kyle more clearly out in the open. Sam then slapped his chest.

"And you're Kyle Anderson?" Sam continued.

"Guilty"

"We're with the Sheriff's department."

Kyle laughed and replied, "Yeah, and I'm president Obama."

Dean raised one eyebrow and looked at Sam. They weren't the best at playing their little charades but no one ever blatantly rejected the idea like her.

"Oh it's okay I won't turn you in. So what is it you want to know?"

Dean replied, "We heard that you knew Sandy Summers. You guys were friends. Is that right?"

Kyle looked both ways and started across the street. Even though she was a lot shorter than the boys, she was quick. They quickened their pace to be able to hear her.

"Uhh yeah I guess we live….well lived on the same floor. She was cool," Kyle continued," but I always felt like there were things that upset her. Then again we're all in college probably just stress ya know? She was real sweetheart. It's a shame."

"Do you think she killed herself?"

"No, I don't." She was very adamant on it.

Before they could ask any more questions she stopped and turned to face the two of them.

"Well this is my stop. I wish I could help longer but it is my final."

"Oh we totally understand" Sam answered quickly.

"Could we get a number to reach you if we have any more questions?" Dean asked

"Well I don't particularly like to give my number out to guys posing to be cops but you do know where I live. My test should take about two hours. See ya later…maybe."

Dean smirked as she headed in the building. "Don't even think about it." San said interrupting his thoughts.

"And what exactly am I thinking?"

"You want to jump her bones. I know you Dean, but this time let it be. She's in college probably has a boyfriend and she doesn't need us messing up her future." Sam said the last part very quietly.

"Geez." Dean paused, "Wait. Do you think that I messed up your future?!"

"No of course not. The yellow eyed demon did that for me. I realized a long time ago it wasn't my path but that doesn't mean I don't miss it."

"Oh Sammy boy you know what you need to cheer you up?" Dean put an arm around Sam.

"Whats that?"

"A nice big breakfast." Dean said smiling ear to ear. Besides hunting and girls, food was his favorite.

As they walked Sam spoke up, "I think she knows more than what she's saying."

"Yeah I think you're right. I guess that means we're going back to her place later." Dean said with a smile. Sam just rolled his eyes at his sex obsessed brother.

A few hours later Kyle returned to her room to find both of the Winchester sitting on the floor o either side of her door. Dean had his head back and taking a nap by the looks of it. While Sam had his nose in a book and a big pile next to him

"Wow. I'm surprised you're here. I was sure you'd take your act to the sorority houses."

The sound of her voice woke up Dean. "Hi there." Dean said as she stepped over his legs to her door. As she unlocked it Dean looked up and checked out her backside and then winked at Sam. Sam just shook his head.

"Are you guys coming in or what?" Kyle called from inside the room. Both of them got up and followed. The boys walked in to see Kyle sitting on what looked like her bed. The two sides of the room were almost completely different. On Kyle's side she had a black comforter and neon colored pillows. All over her walls were band posters and graffiti art, everything was just a wee bit messy. On the other side was a pale pink bed with everything in order. Her roommate only had pictures of her and her puppy on the walls.

"You guys can sit on my roommate's bed. It'll make her year or …give her a heart attack. Either way it'll be funny." They gave her a look before sitting.

"Kidding. But you guys are talk today around campus. And it's not really a small school."

"It's what I do." Dean said cockily.

"Riiiiight." Kyle just laughed at how self assured he was. She wondered if it was just a cover up.

"So what's your major?" Sam asked genuinely interested.

"Did you really wait around all day just to ask me what my major is?" Kyle cocked her head to the side.

"No, we didn't," Dean said before Sam could respond, "we need to know more about Sandy and her death."

"Okay. First off I know you guys aren't cops, so you can forget about interrogating me. Second I want to know the truth on why you want to know. And I'll tell you everything I know, which is a whole hell of a lot more than anyone else around here."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. Kyle began singing the Jeopardy tune. Sam whispered, "We've told others and they were understanding….sort of." Dean just groaned and slid his hand down his face. Sam turned back towards Kyle and began.

"There are things in this world that are hard to explain. Evil things. We…." Dean cut him off. "We hunt ghosts, creatures, and most of all demons. It's evil, we kill it. And we think something evil had something to do with your friend's death."

"Subtle Dean, very subtle." Sam said.

Kyle just had an emotionless expression on her face, like she was just thinking, absorbing their words. After another few moments or so she spoke up. "Okay, what do you want to know?" Leaning back and getting more comfortable on her bed.

"Really that's it? You believe us?" Dean astonished.

"Should I not?"

"Well no you should but no questions, no calling us crazy?"

"I do have some questions but I'll save those for later. This is about helping Sandy. Plus you may think this is just as crazy but I just get feelings about people. And my gut says to trust you. And its really strong. So yeah I don't think you're crazy. Not any more crazy than me anyway." Kyle smirked.

"Wow." Is all Dean could say. Sam just smiled at the effect this girl was already having on his brother. "Okay then what do you know?" Sam said as Dean just stared at the girl in front of them.

Kyle drew in a deep breath before beginning. "Sandy was a great friend. We didn't hang out a ton but I know I could trust her with anything and vice versa. Her father is a preacher of a small church down south from here. She helped me with my faith when I was diagnosed last fall."

"Diagnosed with what?" Dean asked. Kyle just shook her head, "This is about Sandy."

"But both of you have faith as in God?" Sam asked "Yep." Kyle subconsciously played with her cross on her necklace. Sam then elbowed Dean in the ribs. Dean just rolled his eyes. "Well go on."

"Anywho, after Christmas break she came back different. I couldn't put my finger on it but I knew it wasn't good. Bad enough her parents made her see the school psychiatrist. She ignored me for a while but after a month or so she just showed up in my room one night, completely out of it. And she was bleeding, bad. I helped her get cleaned up. She said she only cut herself to make sure she was still alive each time they came." Dean started to interrupt her but Kyle just held up a finger and kept on. "But this time she cut a little too deep. Luckily I sew a mean stitch. She just kept saying they wouldn't leave her alone. She didn't know what she did to upset them. After awhile of her mumbling I figured it must be spirits of some sort or something like that. I never fully believed before but after seeing her like that I knew it had to be something supernatural." Kyle was quiet for a moment and started to tear up.

Sam spoke up, "We are so sorry."

"No." Kyle started to get angry. She popped her head up causing one big tear to run down her face. She quickly wiped it away. "It's my fault she's dead."

"What do you mean, your fault?" Dean asked. "How could it be your fault?"

Kyle shook her head back and forth and growled a little. "Since that night she came to me I stayed with her every single night."

"Didn't she have a roommate?"

"Nah. She was foreign and thought Sandy was crazy. She split."

Sam hesitated. "So….did you see what happened?"

Kyle's knuckles became pure white from grasping so hard. "No. I wasn't there. I wasn't there for her when she needed me. I let her down." The despair in her eyes made Dean's heart break. And nothing about a girl made his heart do anything even if they made other parts of him do things. "Where were you that night?" Dean had to ask.

"I had fainted in one of my classes that day and had been taken to the hospital. It was night before I came to. I checked myself out as soon as possible, against my mom's wishes, and rushed back to the dorm. By the time I got here she was already dead." Kyle's voice broke at the last word and just continued staring at Dean, and then to the floor. After a while of nobody saying anything Kyle got up and went to her fridge to get out a bottle of water. "Do you guys want anything?"

"No thanks." Sam said. Dean just shook his head. They all sat in silence a little bit longer.

"I'm sorry. I usually don't get all emotional like this." Kyle then laughed to herself, "So I'm thinking that we should get the notes from the psychiatrist Sandy was seeing. She might've mentioned something useful."

"That's not a bad idea." Dean said, "but what do you mean us?"

"I will be helping you destroy whatever this thing is and there is no ifs ands or buts about it. Got it?" Kyle was very serious.

"That's fine." Sam said before Dean could say no, "but this is very dangerous stuff we deal with." Kyle laughed, "Everyday of my life is dangerous."

"Can I see a piece of paper?" Sam asked.

"Of course." Kyle got up and handed him a notebook. As Sam was writing, Kyle asked, "So I have to ask, do vampires really exist?" Dean chuckled and answered. "Yes they do but the most of the superstitions are crap. Gotta decapitate them to kill them."

"Werewolves?"

"Yes, werewolves. Honestly every legend has some truth to it."

"That's not creepy at all." Kyle said shuddering.

"Okay so here is our information. Where we're staying, our numbers and all that." Sam said standing up and handing her the piece of paper. "I think we should meet up after we get a hold of those notes you were talking about."

"And how do you think you're going to get a hold of them?" Kyle asked.

"Oh we have our ways." Dean said with a smirk.

"Does it involve breaking and entering by chance?" Kyle laughed when they didn't answer right away. "No offense but with your lack of acting skills I assumed that was plan b."

"Don't worry about it we'll get them." Sam said.

"Well just to let you know I could just get us the keys and we can go tonight without the chance of you two going to jail if you get caught. The police on this campus are natizs."

"And how the hell would you get us the keys?" Dean asked.

"I'll just get them from my mom's office. She is the Dean of the University. Comes in handy when I get in a little bit of trouble but trust me it's sometimes worse." Sam and Dean just had surprised looks on their faces.

"Okay sooo I say we go grab some dinner and then hit the place. Sound good?" Kyle said grabbing her keys and jacket and heading towards the door.

"A girl after my own heart." Dean whispered to Sam and then followed after Kyle. Sam picked up his books and headed after the two. This was going to get very interesting.