I won't let you let me down so easily. You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart - Death Cab for Cutie

Chapter Six:

"Dont make me break the door down, Bekkah!" Dean knocked harder on the door. "Don't think I wont do it. I'll wake up the neighbors!"

"Dean," Sam said, "I think it might be open." He grabbed the doorknob and it swung open easily. Dean stepped in.

"Bekkah?" her saw her immediately, sitting on the couch, looking out in front of herself with a blank expression. "Earth to Bekkah?"

"What's going on with her," Sam wondered, slowly walking closer to her. Even after he stepped into her field of vision, her eyes didn't blink.

"It's like I'm talking to a brick wall," Dean grumbled, reaching out to touch her shoulder. As soon as his fingers made contact, she pulled back, like she had just been woken up from a bad dream. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out as she slowly recognized who they were. "Bekkah, it's okay."

Sam moved over to join her on the couch.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice scratchy. "What's going on?"

"I'll get you some water," Sam volunteered, getting up and walking into the kitchen carefully. He opened the cabinet to get a glass for her, feeling paranoid as he looked all around him. He filled the glass halfway and turned around. Quiet! Sam found himself face to face with a wall of mist. He recognized that the voice wasn't saying anything out loud, but more like it was speaking directly into his head. Don't be surprised if you get your justice in the end. The vapor simply disappeared and Sam felt chills go up his spine, goosebumps on his arms. He was certain the ghost had left the room, as it was now feeling much warmer, but it still left his stomach churning. He briskly walked back out to where Dean was still trying to comfort Bekkah. He handed her the glass and she chugged it down.

Sam was still shaking off chills, Dean could tell. They briefly made eye contact and Dean knew. This apartment had been visited earlier. "Bekkah, we can help you, but only if you tell us."

"They... they found Lissette," she stuttered, taking another sip from the glass, making sure she got every last drop. "The cops called me. They think I did it! I didn't even leave the house! I was sleeping." Dean tried to stop her from going deeper into hysterics. Her eyes were searching around the room, looking for some explanation. "They asked if I had an alibi and I told them I was here sleeping and they talked to my friends. They didn't even stand up for me. Laura told them she even heard the door close."

"Well, did she?" Sam asked, getting a mean look from Dean. "I'm just asking. Did Angela leave maybe? To catch some air."

"No, I left, but that was hours ago. I went out to buy some ice cream! And then I locked myself in my room and I fell asleep," she whispered. It was like she had nothing left in her to argue. She collapsed, basically, on to Dean. "I don't even have an alibi. They think it's me."

"Bekkah, we believe you," Sam said. "Now you have to answer truthfully. Has anything been going on lately? In the apartment, anywhere you've been lately?"

"I don't know what you mean? The apartment has been fine. Nothing is out of the ordinary except for the fact that people have been dying." Sam nodded. Bekkah was still talking quietly, exhausted most likely. "I can't sleep here anymore."

"So this was your genius idea?" Sam asked in a stage whisper.

"There's no need to yell at me," Dean defended, looking over at Bekkah's dark silhouette laying on one of the beds in their hotel room.

"Not only that but it's not like we can investigate anything in here without telling her were demon hunters or something."

"One: Genius, you just said it out loud. Two: She's asleep. Look at her. There's no waking her up. Now what did you find on that Lissette chick?"

"The preliminary police reports are saying that it was like someone peeled her skin off." Sam had dropped the volume of his voice down to the point where he was barely breathing the words to Dean. "It definitely fits in."

"And once again, all three girls were in their rooms. Or so they say."

"I would definitely say its time to do a little investigation."

"Whose room is this clean?" Dean wondered. "It's unnatural." They were both in Bekkah's room, carefully rummaging through her things. Laura and Angela had yet to return to the apartment, but they were keeping quiet just in case. Dean flashed the flashlight over to her bookshelf. "There's not a speck of dust in here is there?" He moved over to the books and began looking through them.

"For a college student? No one. It's impossible. No textbooks lying around. No papers." Sam looked under the bed and found nothing. "Clean."

"Come here, I got something," Dean said, pulling a book from the shelf. Sam moved closer to see what it was.

"A diary? Really?" Sam asked. "We're going to read through her diary? Are we back in middle school again?"

"It's not a diary," Dean said, flipping through it. "It's a whole bunch of letters and printed out emails." She had glued in pages of correspondence into the pages of the bound diary. "Damn, it's all between her and Todd."

"The dead boyfriend?"

"The very same," Dean acknowledged. "Look at this: I'll love you forever. Nothing can ever hurt you my love. God this guy was a sap." He turned the pages, flipping faster. "I wonder if anything gets better as you go along."

"Stop here," Sam said, a few words catching his eye. "It's their break up. She printed out the email. Todd was cheating?"

"Interesting," Dean said. "But if you turn the pages, you'll see they got back together. Multiple times. And everytime she takes him back, he promises nothing will ever hurt her."

"Dean, we've been considering Todd a victim in this. What if he's the killer?"

"Sure, now that Todd is a Norse Viking ghost, all right."

"He could just have scandinavian blood in him. He's got a restless soul, after all. He's protecting her, can't you see?"

Dean considered what had gone on and was starting to see Sam's point. "He's gone after the people who are causing her pain."

Both of them suddenly felt like they were drenced in freezing water. "He's in here," Dean mouthed and Sam nodded. They closed the book and put it back on the shelf. Both stood quiet, listening for any kind of movement. "Out there," Dean whispered, pointing out into the living room. Sam nodded and they slowly opened the door, both reaching for their guns, not even aware if the guns could even help them at that point.

"Oh my god," Sam said, looking downward. Laura and Angela lay sprawled on the ground, their faces purple, eyes wide. "Suffocated."

You're next, something breathed down Sam's neck. And then your brother.