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Morning looked good and warm as he got out of the car with Dean, to contemplate what he would never have anymore. Thousands of students were running everywhere in the campus of Pasadena City College, unaware of what happened to one of them, just the night before.

"I'm taking the front desk to find Jaina." Which was the name of the girl, apparently. Information they found on getting deeper in the pictures and their comments. "You should try to spot some of his friends we've seen in the pictures."

"Nuh-huh. We don't know anything about what is going on here. I'm not leaving your side, bro."

He didn't want his brother to be with him when that Jaina girl would recognize him, but now...it seemed like he was stuck with Dean, no matter what. He began to steel himself for the fight, and/or pep-talk that would be coming after that meeting.

With a bit of smiles and charm, Dean got his way with the young desk clerk more quickly then any one could. It was unbelievable. How did he do it? He wasn't even that much into womanizing. It was like...knowing he could sweep them off their feet. He smiled to himself, waiting eagerly for Dean to meet the girl that would sweep him off his feet. At the end of the world, maybe.

"So, she's in the lab. Basement."

He walked behind his brother, his mind thinking over and over what he could say when she recognized him. How to explain to Dean that he needed to go to his darkest places, to fall as deep as it was possible?

The room they walked into was completely black, save a few blinking lights coming from buzzing computers. There wasn't a single window, and the atmosphere was warm and clinging. Both brothers felt ill at ease but didn't show it, of course.

"Jaina?" Dean called out, making his way further into the room, between tables covered with lab instruments, some glowing because of the weird liquids stagnating in it, and he followed, before turning around quickly.

"Hello, boys."

Here she was, hair in a high ponytail, petite frame fit in a blouse, green eyes radiating in the darkness. It was like he saw her for the first time, and saw how beautiful she was.

Dean walked on, blocking her from his view, and he sighed. Of course, he had to take the lead. "Hi, Jaina. We're friends of Drew, and he told us about you…we've been searching for him for quite some time now, so..."

She rolled her eyes, moving to stand behind a table and look at some reports that were on a computer screen, before looking up to meet Dean's eyes. "I've known Drew for all my life. If you knew him, I would know you, too."

He, then, decided to stand beside his brother, and leant on the table to take a closer look at her. "Jaina, something happened." When the lying wasn't working, it was best to explain the truth, wasn't it? She would know about Drew's death, someday or another, now, wouldn't she.

"Yeah, I know something happened." She gave him a look of pure mischief and smartness, and he cocked his head to the side. "Drew's in the hospital. He has been for two weeks now. You're a bit late."

Sharing a confused look with his brother, he scratched his head for a second. Why would vampires come down to a hospital to kill a student? That made no sense, and they had to understand what Drew did to piss them off.

"Drew is dead, Jaina."

She looked up, keeping her cool, even after Dean's sentence. She looked so composed it was frightening. "Oh, then, if you know that...yes, he died last night."

Standing back up, he took a step back, his eyes narrowing. That girl was weird. Way too weird. She gave him a look and smiled. "I work at the hospital. I was there when he died."

"Weren't you his girlfriend!" Dean looked quite shocked at her 'not-giving-a-damn' attitude.

"No. I wasn't."

Then what was she? This conversation was getting weirder by the minute, and something in that girl ticked him off. She wasn't clear, even as she seemed like. Dean looked like he was ready to go, as he walked to the stairs.

"Sorry for any disturbance we may have caused."

"No problem, Sam."

Both brothers turned around the same time, but with a look, he made Dean walk back to the main hall. They'll talk later. But for now…

"How do you know my name!" This could anger him quickly. Who was she and what was she thinking she were? Walking around the table she was leaning on, she approached him wearily, sliding closer and closer, like a cat.

"Sam Winchester, I know everything about you…Don't you see?"

Like the night before, he felt mesmerized, this time by her eyes. Her dilated pupils were glowing and seemed to be pulsing as she walked even closer than he ever let anybody since Jess' death.

With half a smile, she laid one of her hands on his cheek and he heard thunder. Her eyes were suddenly reflecting everything. His apartment, Jessica in it, his friends, the parties, the classes, the grades, the life he had had. Then he could see his father, Dean, them as kids, their hunting trips, their hours of martial art training. And here it was, clearly written in her eyes, the hurt, the sadness, the darkness, the void he was in.

"I can help you…I can make you better. I can change everything."

Her voice was lost in the myriad of images her eyes were displaying, and he felt suddenly limp. He couldn't get away from it, as much as he wanted to. "No…no."

The coldness of her hand left his cheek then and her eyes were left with nothing but a look of pure disappointment and almost fury. "You'll see. You're mine, Sam Winchester."

He left the room, running up the stairs, shaken to the bones by what just happened.

What just happened!