Author's Note: Hello all! So, it's been a heck of a Monday; my sandal-strap broke and literally fell off my foot and I went to classes with one shoe because I had no time to go back to the dorm and get shoes. XD Yay. But on the upside, I got to do some more research about campus ghost stories over lunch break by "interviewing" some other students, so I'm excited to write some more! Hopefully the chapters will be uploaded pretty quickly.

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Dean blinked, Sam sucked in a breath. They shifted and traded glances; definitely not just another simple poltergeist or vengeful spirit. Dee bit her lip and looked back and forth between the two of them, anxiously.

"Just like that? Poof, it was gone." Dean sounded disbelieving and his expression wasn't much more encouraging.

Dee shifted, nervously, her cheeks paling and her eyes losing the spunky spark they had before. She looked afraid. But slowly she nodded, picking her backpack back up off the patterned brick pavement seemingly just for the purpose of having something to do with her hands. And maybe to avoid eye contact, too.

"Yeah...instantly gone. I could breathe, the feeling came back to my hands and feet, the lights were back on. Like a switch flipped." She spared a glance up and her eyes darted between the two of them. "Hey look, I have a class. I gotta go; haunted buildings there and there," -she motioned to a dorm tower and an auditorium- "have fun checking 'em out on your tour. I'm late." She shouldered the backpack she was fumbling with and hurried off, instantly swallowed in the now-rapid stream of girls coming out of the dorms on their frantic race to classes.

"Well, that was normal," Dean muttered, staring after her with squinted eyes.

"Yeah...and that's not creepy at all."

Sam jutted his chin upward, his face a concerned grimace as he stared at something, and Dean tipped his head back, following his brother's line of vision to a dorm window on the sixth or seventh floor of the nearest dorm. There, spelled in multi-colored post-its, was the word "HELP".

"Okay, I think we need to go on our little tour. Check out the auditorium with the EMF while we're there; after dark I'll get Dee to let me in the girls' dorm to see if I can run into the dead chick, and you can go after the construction guy."

"Dean-"

Dean held up his hands in surrender. "No girls, I promise. Wow, Sammy; I get no credit, I swear. I'm a pastor, remember?" He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

"Fine. But if you run into that whatever-it-is in there, you get out, alright? Until we know what this thing is we don't need to engage it. Especially alone."

"Right, right. Let's get going. Looks like our tour guide is waiting." He offered a fake smile and raised his hand to a young man in a suit and a wide, dazzling smile who was crossing the road from the Common Building to meet them.

The sun was setting over the campus, framing the palm trees in sharp black silhouette against the flaming jewel tones of the sky. Sam was sitting outside on a bench waiting for Dean to finish getting Baby settled in the guest parking for the night -Security was abnormally particular about parking spaces- and calling Bobby to fill him in.

"Bobby? Hey, it's Sam. We're on campus now; the EMF went nuts in the poltergeist classroom and the auditorium. The dorm is gonna be more tricky but we'll check it out later."

"So I guess that's a yes on the vengeful spirit thing."

"I'm not so sure about the vengeful part. I don't know, Bobby...something's not right. They haven't hurt anyone. I mean they've been freaking people out, sure, but they haven't actually made any moves that we know of. Apparently all the recent deaths -which are really hush-hush, by the way- were suicides. Kids jumping out windows, stuff like that."

"You guys have any ID on the mystery spook?"

"Actually we were hoping you could help with that. She said it was invisible, was whispering her darkest fears into her head, and made her feel like she was going to pass out or something."

"Or something?"

"Die, actually, is what she said. But she said she told it to go back to Hell, and it left."

"She a witch?"

"I guess Dean can check her room tonight when he goes into the dorm for hex bags and stuff, but I don't get that vibe. We have another problem."

"I'll add it to my list," Bobby said, sarcastically. "What is it?"

"Well, the school is so obsessive about a good image...I can't even find any records or news stories about suicides or violent deaths online in the history of the college. From like, ever. My guess is they're covering it up by buying off the families and media; they really aren't hurting for change. But it's gonna make it really hard to ID the ghosts and take care of them if we can't even find out what happened. Something tells me Dee isn't gonna want to talk about it."

"I'll see what I can find," Bobby sighed, and Sam could hear the pop of a bottle being opened in the background and a heavy book falling open on a desk. "In the meantime you boys keep your nose clean. Maybe talk to the angel; if it's a religious school we might be dealing with territory we're not as used to."

"Good point. Call if you find anything."

"Keep me posted."

Sam hung up and slid the phone into his pocket as Dean joined him on the terrace. His brother looked livid.

"Security stuck a friggin' sticker on Baby. Two of 'em, actually. A dumb little palm tree-"

"Dean. Focus."

"Right. Flashlight? Salt rounds. Knife." Dean listed out the items as he discreetly took them from inside his suit jacket and handed them to Sam, who pocketed them away. "Meet you back in the room by 5:00 am. If we see anything it'll probably be before all the religious faculty and staff get up at the crack of dawn to pray or whatever so that should give us all the time we need. Buzz if you need me."

And the brothers parted ways, Sam heading toward the massive, dark hulk of the auditorium building and Dean trying to keep the spring out of his step as he made a beeline for the girls' dorm.

Author's Note: Fun Fact- the "HELP" sign in sticky-notes was actually something I saw in the dorm window the other night. By the time I got back out there with a camera it was gone, so. Probably just a finals joke, but of course it goes in the story. Comment and Review! Anybody have any guesses what the mystery baddie is? Cas makes an appearance in the next chapter, so keep your eye out. ;)