I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.

Isabeau rubs at her white lily tattoo on her wrist as she sits on the couch next to Sam. She huffs, moving her hand away from her tattoo to continue flipping through the pile of books laid out in front of them on the table.

Sam is doing the same and he rubs his face tiredly. Dean is sitting up on the bed next to them, listening to the radio and eating something messy from a disposable plate.

Sam looks over, annoyed at the loud, obnoxious noises Dean was making, "Dude. You mind not eating those on my bed?"

Isabeau pauses mid-flipping a page in her book.

Dean shakes his head, "No, I don't mind." He eats another handful of his food, "How's research going?"

"You know how it's going?" Sam asks sarcastically, slamming his book shut, "Slow. You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer."

Isabeau lets go of the page she was holding onto and her eye twitches.

Dean nods sarcastically, "Hmm."

Sam opens another book, trying to get back to researching but looks over at Dean, frustrated, "Can you turn that down please?"

"Yeah, absolutely." Dean turns the music up louder.

Isabeau lets her head fall into her hands, trying to calm her headache from the both of them.

Sam looks over annoyed, "You know what? Maybe, uh, maybe you should just go somewhere for a while." Sam says loudly.

Dean shuts off the radio and looks up, snappish, "Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell."

Sam turns to his brother, "Dean, I told you, I have nothing to do wi—"

He's cut off by a loud knock on the door.

Isabeau looks up from her hands and eagerly gets up from her spot, "Thank the fucking lord." She says going to the door. She looks through the peephole, looks back at Sam and Dean and then opens the door to reveal Bobby.

Isabeau smiles, "Hey, Gramps."

Bobby smiles as him and Isabeau embrace in a quick hug, "Heya, Izzy." The two pull away and he enters, hands in his pockets, "Boys."

Dean stands from the bed and approaches, "Hey, Bobby."

"It's good to see you again so soon." Bobby tells them.

Sam gets up and pats Bobby on the shoulder, "Yeah, uh, thanks for coming. Come on in."

Dean shaks Bobby's hand firmly when he walks up to him, "Thank god you're here."

"So um... what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?" Bobby asks them.

"It's this job we're working. We - We weren't sure you'd believe us." Sam chuckles.

Bobby scoffs, "Well, I can believe a lot." Bobby slings an arm around Isabeau's shoulders, "With this crazy kid, I think I've seen it all."

Isabeau smiles a little and then frowns, "Yeah, no, no, it's just, we've never seen anything like it-"

"Not even close." Dean adds in.

"And we thought we could use some fresh eyes." Sam says.

Bobby lets go of Isabeau and shrugs, "Well, why don't you begin at the beginning?"

"Yeah, um, all right, please." Sam gestures to the bed. Bobby picks up the empty takeout tray and peers at it, sets it aside, and sits down.

Sam begins to explain as he and Isabeau pull up chairs to sit on and Dean sits down at the edge of the other bed, "So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So we pretexted as reporters from the local paper."

Sam is sitting at a table with a stocky jock boy, Curtis, and an attractive girl, Jen, and he sets a voice recorder down on the table.

"Yeah, we both had the professor for Ethics and Morality." Curtis says, taking a drink of his beer.

"Yeah? So why do you think he did it?" Sam asks.

"Who knows? I mean, he was tenured, wife and kids. His book is like a really big deal. Then again…" She leans in conspiratorially, "Who's to say it was suicide?"

Curtis scoffs, "Jen, come on."

Sam shakes his head, "Well, what else could it be?"

"Well, you know about Crawford Hall?" Jen asks.

"No, I don't, actually." Sam says, perking up in his seat.

"It's a bunch of crap, it's a total urban legend." Curtis says.

Jen looks over at Curtis, "Yeah, well, Heather's mom went to school here, and she knew the girl?"

"Wait, what girl?" Sam asks, confused.

Jen turns back to Sam, "Thirty years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off, she jumped out the window and killed herself."

"You know her name?"

Jen shakes her head, "No. But they say she jumped from room six-six-nine. Get it? You turn the nine upside down?"

Sam nods and Curtis chuckles.

Jen continues, "So now she haunts the building. And anyone who sees her? They don't live to tell the tale."

"Well if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?" Curtis jokingly asks.

"Curtis! Shut up!" Jen scolds.

Sam shifts in his chair, "You know what, uh – Thanks a lot guys. Excuse me."

Elsewhere in the bar, three shot glasses filled with dark bluish-purple liquid. Dean takes them and he slams all three in succession.

Sam approaches, "Dean. Dean, what are you drinking?"

Dean turns and burps, "I don't know, man, I think they're called purple nurples?"

"Seriously?" Isabeau comes up to the both of them, crossing her arms at Dean.

Sam smiles down at Isabeau. She was wearing a long, black flowy dress that had threads of silver all throughout it and had a slit on one side, her black leather jacket, black leather boots and all of her usual accessories that she wore everyday.

He always liked the softer side of her look. The flowy dresses added with a little bit of an edge to it. The only time she wore outfits like that was when she had her lunch dates with her Uncle C, and he looked forward to it every time.

So it surprised him when she decided to dress like that on a normal day; granted they weren't exactly hunting anything so it was fine.

Isabeau scoffs at Dean who smiles at her brightly, "Purple nurples?"

Sam shakes his head, wrapping an arm around Isabeau's waist, "Okay, well listen. I think maybe we should go check out the professor's office."

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on, Sweetheart. Let's just have a little fun tonight, huh?" Dean asks, pulling Isabeau away from Sam and into his own arms as the bartender sets down another round of 'purple nurples'.

"Dean-"

"We rarely get a chance to enjoy ourselves. And plus, you still haven't talked about your college days." Dean smirks down at Isabeau, "I would love to know what you did. I bet you were feisty."

Isabeau rolls her eyes fondly, patting Dean's shoulder, "Not when you're three sheets to the wind, Dearie."

Sam and Isabeau share a look when Dean takes another shot of 'purple nurples'. Dean gives another burp and grins at Sam, "Sammy, come on. One night of fun." He grins at Sam suggestively as he pulls Isabeau even closer.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute." Dean says, interrupting Sam. Isabeau just rubs her temple at the two of them.

"What?" Sam asks, confused, looking at Bobby and Isabeau.

"Come on, dude, that's not how it happened."

"No? So you never drank a purple nurple?" Sam asks, amused.

Dean blinks, "Yeah, maybe that, but... I don't say things like 'feisty'. And Isabeau was with me the entire time."

Sam raises his brows, "Oh, really?"

Bobby looks over at Isabeau, seeing that she was staring at her two boyfriends, deadpan. She wasn't amused by any of this and she showed no sign of who was telling the truth.

Dean nods, "Yeah, she was." He turns to Bobby, backing up his story, "Isabeau and I were going over the local ghost stories and… enjoying a little time together as Sam was on his own."

Dean smiles down at Isabeau softly as she leans against the bar. She was dressed in a black velvet underwire bustier skater dress, a black leather jacket and black heeled combat boots. Her hair was slightly curled and had a tiny bit of make-up on.

Dean loved her usual look, but every time Isabeau wore something classy, he felt like he would trip over his own two feet. So, when Isabeau decided to dress up for the night, he couldn't help but look at her like a lovesick puppy.

They each hold a purple nurple and toast with them. Isabeau smiles, "Here's to…"

"Here's to us." Dean finishes and they both down the shot and set their glasses on the table.

Isabeau moves closer to Dean, biting her lip as she stares at Dean, "My god, what did I do to deserve you and Sam."

Dean smiles as their bodies lightly press up against each other, "I think I should be asking you the question, Beau." Dean glances down at her lips, "But no time for that now. We were talking about this urban legend."

Isabeau blinks and chuckles, "Sorry, I just... can't even concentrate. Being around you, I sometimes can't help myself." She reaches up and pulls his head towards her for a slow kiss.

Sam approaches behind them with an extremely dubious expression and his jacket slung over his shoulder, "Dean! What do you think you're doing?" Sam asks in an exaggerated prissy tone and with an extreme bitchface.

Dean pulls away from Isabeau's lips, but his hands stay on her waist, "Sam, please. If you wouldn't mind, give me five minutes here." He says smoothly.

Isabeau smiles at Sam, "Five minutes won't hurt? Right, Stretch?"

"Guys, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have any time for any of your blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah Blah!" Sam says, annoyed.

Dean cups Isabeau's face and leans in to kiss her again as Sam continues blahing behind him.

"Blah!" Sam shouts.

Isabeau raises a brow at both of her boyfriends. They were acting like complete children and it annoyed her to high holy hell. But she was also fascinated with the way each of them described her.

"Right! And that's how it really happened." Sam says sarcastically.

Dean shrugs, pursing his lips.

"I don't sound like that, Dean!" Sam exclaims.

"That's what you sound like to me." Dean answers.

Bobby stares at them, "Okay. What's going on with you two?" Bobby looks over at Isabeau, "Izzy?"

Isabeau turns sideways in her chair, draping her legs over one of the arms, "They've been like this the entire week, Gramps. At first I thought it was just brothers being brothers, but…" Isabeau trails off with a shrug.

Sam shakes his head, "Nothing. No - it's nothing." He reassures Bobby.

"No, come on. You're bickering like an old married couple." Bobby says.

"Can't wait for that." Isabeau mutters under her breath. Sam gives her a look at her comment and she raises her hands in defense.

"No, see married couples can get divorced. Me and him, we're like, uh, Siamese twins." Dean gets up and crosses to the kitchenette.

"It's conjoined twins!" Sam says like he's said many times before, which he has.

Dean glances back at Bobby, "See what I mean?"

"Look, it…" Sam sighs, "We've just been on the road for too long. Tight quarters, all that. Don't worry about it."

Isabeau now gives Sam a look, "Yeah, and you wonder why I always say, 'let's take a break from hunting'. Go back to my home or even just take a few days for ourselves."

Bobby nods, "She's not wrong. But, continue, Sam."

"So, anyway. We figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime." Sam explains.

The janitor lets Sam, Isabeau and Dean, who were posing as electricians, into the professor's office. Isabeau narrows her eyes at him, and then shakes off a weird feeling she was getting from him.

"So, how long've you been working here?" Isabeau asks, dressed in her regular clothing; not in any sort of dress as Sam or Dean depicted back at the bar.

The janitor smiles at her as he unlocks the door, "I've been mopping this floor for six years." He turns on a light as the four walk into the professor's office, "There you go, guys."

When they step in, Sam pulls out his EMF reader and the janitor looks down at it in confusion, "What the heck's that for?"

"Just finding wires in the walls." Sam explains.

The janitor leans against one of the archways in the office, crossing his arms, "Huh. Wow. Not sure why you're wiring up this office. Not gonna do the professor much good."

Dean looks over, "Why's that?"

"He's dead." The janitor says bluntly.

"Oh. What happened?" Dean asks, walking to the other side of the office.

The janitor pushes off from the archway, pointing at the window, "He went out that window. Right there."

Isabeau scoffs, "Yeah? Were you working that night?" She asks.

The janitor stares at her for a second before answering, "I'm the one who found him."

Sam comes to stand behind Isabeau, "You see it happen?"

Dean sees a bowl of nuts on the side table and eats one.

"Nope. I just saw him come up here, and uh... well." The janitor trails off.

"What?" Sam asks with a smile.

"He wasn't alone." The janitor informs them.

Dean comes over, his cheeks stuffed with nuts. He's holding the bowl and continues eating them, "Who was he with?" Dean asks, muffled.

"Come on! I ate one, maybe two!" Dean exclaims.

Isabeau groans, "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Just let me tell it, okay?" Sam asks Dean, annoyed.

"He was with a young lady. I told the cops about her, but uh, I guess they never found her." The janitor shakes his head.

Isabeau nods, "You saw this girl go in, huh? But did you ever see her come out?"

"Now that you mention it, no."

"You ever see her before, around?" Sam asks.

"Well, not her." The janitor faintly smiles.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks, still muffled and Sam glares at him. Isabeau just rolls her eyes.

"I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but uh… Mister Morality here? He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat." The janitor jokes.

Isabeau snorts and Dean laughs delightedly, hitting Sam in the chest lightly. Sam glares at Dean again, and shares a grin with Isabeau. Isabeau continues to smile a little as she stares at the janitor. She liked him; he sort of had her kind of humor.

"One more thing. This building, it only has four stories, right?" Sam asks.

The janitor nods, "Yeah."

"So there wouldn't be a room six-six-nine?"

The janitor shakes his head, "'Course not. Why do you ask?"

Sam and Isabeau share a look, "Aw, just curious. Thanks." Isabeau says, shaking her head.

They look over, seeing Dean chewing with his mouth open, stuffed full of nuts.

They return to their motel room. "Well, no traces of EMF, that's for sure." Sam says as he and Isabeau sit at the table.

"And the room six-six-nine's a load of crap." Dean says and gets a beer out of the fridge for all of them.

"So what do you think? The professor's just a jumper? A legend's just a legend?" Sam asks as him and Isabeau take off the jackets they used to pose as electricians.

Isabeau takes her beer, opening it, "I don't know. I mean, the uh, girl the janitor described, that's pretty weird."

"Yeah." Sam says and opens his own beer.

"We oughta check out the history of the building." Dean says and takes a sip of his own beer, "See if any co-ed ganked herself there." He heads to the bathroom.

"Yeah, you're right." Sam agrees and he opens up his laptop, then stares at the screen, confused, "Dude. Were you on my computer?" He calls out.

Dean comes back out of the bathroom, confused, "No."

"Oh really?" Sam asks, "'Cause it's frozen now. On uh, ." Isabeau chokes on her beer, and coughs into her arm to cover up her laugh. Dean thinks for a moment, frowns, winces, and retreats.

"Dean! Would you – just – don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?" Sam exclaims.

Dean pokes his head back out, "Why don't you control your O.C.D.?"

"But did you dig up anything about the building? Or on the suicidal co-ed?" Bobby asks them.

Sam shakes his head as he stands, "No. History's clean."

"Then it's not a haunting."

"Maybe not. Tell you the truth, we're not really sure." Dean says as he stands in front of Bobby.

"What do you mean, you're not sure?" Bobby asks, narrowing his eyes.

"Well... it's weird." Isabeau says getting up from her chair, "Like, remember junior year of college? Fall semester I had that uh," Isabeau glances at Sam and Dean.

Isabeau clears her throat, "Thing. That one weekend I went away?" Sam and Dean exchange a look; what happened fall of her junior year in college?

Bobby nods, "Yeah."

Isabeau chuckles, "Well, uh, weirder than that."

Bobby's eyes widened, "Weirder?"

"Oh yeah. Weirder." Isabeau confirms.

Curtis walks alone through the campus. He hears a noise and turns, startled, then keeps walking, laughing at himself.

He hears another noise and stops, looking straight up. He walks more carefully, hands in pockets.

Suddenly a bright light whooshes on overhead and he cringes, arms over his head.

Curtis starts running, but trips and falls; a bright beam of light shoots down and grabs him like a tractor beam, pulling him up, screaming and flailing.

"Aliens?" Bobby asks in disbelief.

"Yeah." Sam confirms.

"Aliens?" Bobby asks again, not sure if her heard the three of them correctly.

"Yeah." Dean nods.

"Look, even if they are real, they're sure as hell not coming to earth and swiping people." Bobby tells them.

"Hey, believe me. We know." Dean says.

"My whole life I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction. It's all just cranks and pranks." Bobby explains.

Isabeau shrugs, "Yeah, that's what we thought. But… we figured we'd at least talk to the guy."

Dean and Isabeau are sitting next to Curtis, who has three full shot glasses lined up in front of him. Sam is standing nearby and Curtis takes a shot.

"Hey, you ought to give those purple nurples a shot." Dean chuckles but then stops when Curtis gives him a look.

Sam clears his throat, "So, what happened, Curtis?"

Curtis looks up with a shrug "You won't believe me. Nobody does."

Isabeau sighs, "Give us a chance."

Curtis points at them, "I do not want this in the papers."

Dean purses his lips, "Off the record, then."

Curtis sets down his empty shot glass "I, uh... I blacked out, and… I lost time, and when I woke up, I don't know where I was."

Curtis is lying on a medical table, bright lights in his eyes. A blurry alien face appears above him.

Sam sits down on the other side of Isabeau, "Then what?"

"They did tests on me. And, uh…" Curtis takes another shot, "They, uh... They probed me."

Sam turns his face away, struggling not to laugh. Isabeau's lips twitches, trying not to smile, and she hits Sam's arm discreetly.

Dean takes a moment, "They probed you?"

Curtis nods, "Yeah, they probed me. Again and a-again and – And again." He takes his last shot and the three of them all share an amused look, "And again and again and again... And then one more time."

Dean stares at him, "Yikes."

"And that's not even the worst of it."

Isabeau blinks, "How could it get any worse? Some alien made you his bitch." She smirks.

Curtis glares and Isabeau stops smirking, looking down briefly.

"They... They made me... Slow dance!" Curtis exclaims.

Curtis is slow dancing with a short alien figure on a dance floor with a rotating disco ball above him.

Isabeau is tilting her head, flabbergasted by Curtis's words. Dean looks over at Sam to see if he heard correctly. Sam nods with a frown and then shakes his head.

"You guys are exaggerating again, huh?" Bobby stands in front of the three of them.

"No." Sam, Isabeau and Dean all say in unison, sitting on the couch. Isabeau rubs her face; she wishes she was exaggerating.

Bobby shrugs, "Then this frat boy's just nuts."

"We're not so sure." Dean says.