Sam pulled the pillow over his head, cursing at the volume in the next door dorm. Sure, the parties could get a little out of control sometimes but this definitely took the price. When the ear-piercing scream didn't stop, Sam sat up and grabbed his sweatpants. What the hell was happening?

"Are you trying for an opera career in there Sam or is that noise coming from Andie's dorm?" Luke's groggy face peeked into Sam's room, opening the door with a yawn. Sam didn't answer, something was wrong. Very wrong. His instincts were to reach for a gun but they were cut short with the recollection of him having to discard of all those things before he left for Stanford. The noise was not as loud now, sobs were echoing through the building instead. Sam saw a few other students opening their doors as he knocked on Andie's door. His hand had barely left the surface before the door shot open and Andie flung herself into his arms.

"Sam! Oh my god, Sam, I can't- "She was a sobbing mess, mascara running down her puffy cheeks. Sam did his best to calm her down but it was pointless, she was completely panicking.

"She's right there, Sam! Oh my god. I got home and…and- All the blood- "Her volume was rising even more. He turned them around so that she was in the corridor.

"I need you to tell me what happened Andie. Are you hurt?" She was shaking her head frantically, tears still running down her face.

"No-No- "She hiccupped. "It's Michelle. She's back." Sam's blood went cold and again he found himself reaching for a gun that wasn't there.

"Stay here, Andie. Okay? Luke, call the cops." He motioned for his roommate behind Andie to take care of her and make sure that she stayed where she was. Sam took a breath and made his way to Andie's bedroom, not sure what to expect. What struck him first was the tangy smell, so heavy it made him feel sick. The red sheets were still wet, some of the blood dripping onto the carpet. Michelle's lifeless body was lying on the bed, back resting against the wall, blue eyes staring into nothingness. Her wrists were cut open, knife on the floor. Sam took a stumbling step backwards, fighting off the urge to throw up. Sam forced his eyes away from the body, taking fast steps back to the corridor, careful not to touch anything. This was a crime scene now.

After a few hours things were not as chaotic, the body had been moved and the police had started their investigation. Sam had not been able to go back to sleep; all he could see was Michelle's dead body every time he closed his eyes. As he gathered his things in the morning he noticed a note on his desk. Written in blood. One down, four to go. Are you safe? Sam stared at it for a few seconds before tearing it into small pieces and flushing them down the toilet. If the police found her blood in here he was screwed. Someone had left that note in here and it sent chills down his spine. Sam sat down on his bed, drawing a shaky breath. This was meant to look like a suicide. But it wasn't.


Dean didn't know what was worse. That the girl had been found dead or the fact that it was right next to Sam's dorm. It was too god damn close. He gritted his teeth. The son of a bitch who was doing this was going down. The police had stated that there was no reason to think it had been murder since the only prints found had been Michelle's, the ones on the knife as well. They had concluded that it was suicide. Dean scoffed at their stupidity. Suicide my ass. Time was running out, since Michelle had been alive until two days ago that probably meant that the other four students were still alive. For now. It was near midnight and Dean was making his way through the huge campus. It's a freaking maze. A girl was walking a few feet over and Dean waved to catch her attention. When that failed he cleared his throat.

"Hey, sorry to bother you." The girl's head peeked up in interest and she started to walk towards him instead. She smiled lightly seeing his lost expression.

"I'm guessing you're lost. Where are you headed?" Dean chuckled.

"That basement that was shut down a year ago, can't seem to find it." She frowned, blue eyes growing suspicious. There was something familiar about her but Dean couldn't put his finger on it.

"Why would you be going there?"

"Uhm, there's this party. Don't know how they picked the location." Dean shrugged innocently with a smile, hoping that his response would slide. She nodded thoughtfully and motioned with her hand.

"It's right there, the building behind those trees, you can't miss it. I got to get back to my dorm now, see you around." He hummed, murmuring a thanks before hurrying away. When he made it to the trees he looked back to make sure that she wasn't watching him. She was gone. The basement had been closed due to construction but it was never finished due to some water leak, Dean had read in the files in his office. Secluded space with no one around; this place could be where the students were kept. He grabbed his gun before turning on the flashlight. Grabbing the keys and unlocking the door, he readied himself. He had to give the door a little push but it swung open. The smell made him wrinkle his nose, this place had seen better days. Dean cursed when he took a step inside, water soaking his shoes immediately. Hadn't they at least drained the place?

"Fan-freaking-tastic." He muttered before closing the door behind him. The only sources of light were the small windows high up on the walls but he still would've been blind without the flashlight. Water dripped here and there, the sound making his nerves uneasy. There were only four rooms, some old furniture left behind to rot. Dean sighed, this was a bust. He was about to turn back and head out when he heard the distinct sound of someone at the door. Heart beating faster, he turned off the flashlight and hid in the room furthest from the door. Water swooshed as someone entered the basement, steps coming closer before taking a pause. Dean could make out the shine of a flashlight. Shit, shit. Why didn't I lock the door? The steps were heading away from him now, into one of the other rooms. Dean quickly peeked his head out, trying to make as little noise as possible. The water on the floor didn't make that easier. He squinted in the darkness but he would've recognized that floppy hair anywhere. Again, he cursed. Dammit Sammy. He got back to his hiding place, trying to think of what to do. He couldn't meet his brother like this, not now. Of course Sam had to come here. The kid must have come to the same conclusion as Dean, that the basement would be a logical place to keep the students. Dean smirked slightly to himself, he hadn't completely forgotten about what Dean and John had taught him then. Dean must have made some kind of noise; this water wasn't making it easy to stay silent. Now he heard Sam coming closer. Dean just wished that things weren't this complicated between them, that he could just go up and talk to him and they'd be fine. But it wasn't that simple.

"Hello?" Sam called out hesitantly. Just go Sammy, go back to your dorm. The ring of a phone nearly stopped Dean's heart but he quickly realized that it wasn't his.

"Luke? Yeah, I'll be home soon, I was just- "Dean could hear the faint sound of Luke's voice on the other end, something must have happened. "She what? That's insane, Luke." Dean frowned, what was going on?

"Are you sure Andie wasn't hallucinating? Or maybe she's drunk- "Sam was cut off again and sighed. "Yeah, I'll be there in five." Dean heard him close the door and let out the breath he'd been holding. He had to get back to see what had happened.


Sam got back as fast as he could, mind spinning. Andie had to be drunk or maybe the trauma was making her see things. He vaguely noticed how drenched his shoes were from the water in the basement. Luke had left their door open for Sam. He walked in to see Luke on the couch with Andie and one of her friends, both of them trying to calm down Andie who was crying. Sam locked the door and sat down in a chair opposite the couch. Andie looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, face paler than a sheet.

"What did you see, Andie?" Sam prodded. Andie's friend gave her a worried look and stroked her back. Andie's eyes fell to the floor. Luke sat awkwardly next to her, scratching his head in confusion.

"I got back from Amy's and when I got to my dorm I heard her." Andie's voice was low, wrecked from crying.

"You heard Michelle?" Sam asked slowly. Andie nodded, more tears spilling down her cheeks. The friend, Amy, Sam assumed, shot him a concerned look.

"Andie honey, she's dead, you know that." Amy said gently. Andie glared up at her.

"Of course I do. But she was here, I swear. I heard her when I walked in." She shivered. "She was taking a shower." Amy bit her lip, probably to keep herself from saying something that would upset Andie.

"Are you sure it was her?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. I ran back to Amy's and when we got back here she was gone." Amy nodded and pushed some hair out of her friend's face. Sam ran a hand down his face, no clue of what was happening. There was no doubt that Michelle had been dead, he'd seen her himself. But how could Andie have seen her again? Sam would never say it out loud but he really wished that Dean was here right now.

A/N: Reviews are appreciated!