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Chapter 4: The dorm

The college itself was smaller than Dean had thought. Of course, he'd only seen Sam's once and had driven past others, so he didn't really have much experience. Still, the place was dinky. He looked over at Sam. He was asleep. How the hell could he have fallen asleep so fast? He debated how to wake him. His gentle side, which did not manifest itself often won out, and he parked the car in the college lot and gently shook his brother awake.

"I fell asleep? How the hell did that happen?"

"Well, as far as I can see, you shut your pretty little eyes, and things went from there"

"Are we there yet?"

"We stopped, didn't we?"

They climbed out, Sam still a bit groggy, and made their way to the door. Dean had to admit, he'd gotten used to the fog. It was like a part of the town. It still weirded him out, and he couldn't say for sure, but he thought it had a bit of a smell, almost like…well he couldn't quite place it, but it reminded him of something. He took the lead from Sam, and went down the end of the residence hall where Jenny's room was. He stopped and turned the knob. Nothing.

He looked around, a bit confused, and that was when he noticed it, or thought he did. A misty fog coming from under the door. He blinked incredulously. It was gone. Was he going crazy? No, no, of course not. It was all connected. The fog was connected with the murder. He was more sure of it now than ever. Still, better not mention it to Sam. He might think he'd gone cuckoo. He tried the door again.

"What's wrong with this thing? Sammy, I think it's stuck or something."

"It's not stuck Dean. You need a little something called a key."

Dean sighed. His brain had gone to lala land. He turned from the door and started following Sam back down the hall, when he heard a light click. He stopped, turned and saw that the door was slightly ajar. Had it been stuck…or was it something else? He shivered involuntarily and called Sam back.

"It's open Sam."

"Huh?"

"It's open, It must have been stuck."

"Or maybe it was something else…Ooooooo" Sam made a ghosty sound and waggled his fingers at Dean. Little brothers. No matter how old they got, they were always the same. Dean got a mental image of them hunting when they were in their 60s and Sam being obnoxious. It would probably come to pass.

"Quit it and come on. You're not too old for a noogie or an Indian burn."

The room was devoid of all but the standard dorm furniture: a desk, closet, and bed. One bed. Not big enough to share either. They'd probably flip a coin for it later. Dean glanced around. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. The crime scene had been cleaned up, although the room seemed a bit cold. Could be the cool weather outside, or it could be the presence of a spirit. Only time would tell on that one.

"Get yourself comfortable Sammy."

"I get the bed"

"I'm oldest, I should get the bed."

"Why, cause your old bones need a comfy bed? Gimme a break." Sam would not give in. Only one way to solve this, as predicted.

"Fine, we'll flip for it. Heads or tails."

Sam had, naturally won the toss. He always did. It was like the coin always took pity on the baby in the family. Everything was on Sam's side. No use contesting it though. They still had time before nightfall. It was library time, for some good old research. And whatever got them out of that room for awhile was all right with Dean.

His feeling was nagging at him still, and being in that room made it even stronger. Plus, he had to get his mind off that fog… and the smell of it that he couldn't place. So familiar. Sam's voice broke into his thoughts.

"Hey, the internet won't work in this room!"

"It won't?"

" No, it won't."

"Well, nevermind that, we're going to the library; you can use a computer there."

Sam seemed as eager to get out of the room as Dean did. There was no arguing, no wanting to stay to finish the nap he'd started in the car. It was nice, Dean thought. Maybe the creepy room wasn't so bad after all.

"We don't have internet access here. I'm sorry. We're pretty old fashioned."

Dean gave the palefaced librarian a quizzical look. An old fashioned library in the heart of a college town? Unbelievable. But she knew what she was talking about. No computers in sight. An old card catalog in the corner. Right out the stone age, Dean thought with a smirk.

"What about newpapers? Microfilm, things like that."

"None of that either, just the one microfilm machine, but no papers. The newspapers were all destroyed in a fire not too long ago. Shame it was too. We had newspapers going all the way back to the 1890s."

"What about ones from last week…recent ones?"

"Can't help you there either. Recent papers like last week's papers and this week's go straight down to get put on microfilm. We aren't taking any chances anymore. Probably should have had it done that way before the fire. But didn't work out that way." She sighed sadly.

"Ok, well, thank you for your time."

Dean couldn't believe it. Of all the bad luck. Well, that venture had been pointless. Back to the dorm room. He glanced up. The sun was just starting to set. It was crunch time. Now or never.

He got that feeling he always got right before confronting a ghost. Anticipation, nervousness mixed with a bit of excitement. It was familiar, and at the same time comforting… not like his other feeling, the one about the town. That feeling he could do without.

Author's Note: Sorry I took so long to update. I'll try and be on the ball in the future, but as I'm being cruelly overworked in college, I'm not making any promises, but I'll do my best. I honestly thought this chapter was a bit weak, so let me know what you thought. Thanks!

Ghostwriter: Yes, I will admit, it is a cool car. I'm sorry I offended. I'm just not a car kind of gal, although I wouldn't mind having it myself. Thank you for the review! I hope you keep reading. Reviews are always appreciated. As for the movie The Fog, I'm sorry to say I haven't seen it. My family owns it, so I should check it out. It seems good. )

ashlyns: I know, there's just something about fog…it's creepy, and that's all there is to it. Thanks very much for the review. I hope you keep reading and I hope I don't disappoint. )

Windyfontaine: Thank you for the review. I appreciate them a lot. They keep me writing. Yea, the car's cool. I retract my previous statements, as the consensus seems to be that I ganged up on the defenseless car. I do like it though. As for foreshadowing…well, you'll have to keep reading to find out. )