A/N: I don'tusually update twice in one week but I'm excited!

Cyn saw a girl sitting on top of Sam and she for some reason freaked out. She turned and bumped into a guy holding a lot of beer. He managed to dump every ounce on her. She shrieked and ran to the bathroom. She locked the door and hopped in the shower.Sam busted in the bathroom stripped his clothes off and got in the shower-with her still in it. He pushed her against the wall of the shower and pressed his body close.

"Sam, what are you doing?"

"What I want to."

"And what's that?"

"You." And then he tried to kiss her but she turned her head. Not that she didn't want him. She wanted him bad, but this had happened before. He ran his hand up and down long lean hip.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong? I mean you're not normally like this."

He kissed her neck. "Like what?"

"Controlling, horny?"

"Cyn, I want you. And I think you want me too."

"And if you're right?"

"And if I'm right, you'll like this…" He kissed in circles on he shoulders and neck. The premonition! Damn it!

"And what if you're wrong."

"Then you won't like this…" He ran his hand up and down her inner thigh.

Then something clicked for her. "Do you have Crimson Fever?"

"Where would I have gotten that?"

"That slut! You got it from her!"

"So?" He tried to kiss her again.

"No! And fooling around with you I probably have it, too. We have to get to Dean."

"No. I'm not going. Don't you want to have some fun?" Cyn was thinking all the while 'Don't look down…Don't look down…' She looked down. Her eyes widened. She shook her head to clear it.

"You are going to Dean." She wrapped herself around him and pushed him through the shower curtain-just as the door opened.

"I'll be right back Dee!" Dean turned around. "What the-Sam-Cyn!" He pointed an accusing finger at them. "Ohhhh…You guy's are sooo busted. Gettin' busy on the floor?"

"Dean, he has CF."

"Oh." Cyn was using Sam as a shield but she knew Dean had seen the side of her ass. She picked up her now air-dried clothes. And pulled the skirt and tube top on.

"Dean, I'm fine, a little toasty, but fine."

"Sam, what was this girl's name?"

"Mandy-I think."

You he-whore, you don't even know her name. Don't you think we should leave?"

Dean whimpered. "Yes." Sam shimmied into his jeans.

"I can't believe we are doing this." Dean said as they scrambled into the library on campus through the window. "And it figures that the top window is the only one that opens."

"Believe it, city boy." They scrambled down the wall of windows to the ground to find more on Crimson Fever. Cyn left her shoes on the ledge. "Hurry, we need to get to the computers." Cyn ran over and got on the computer and didn't even sit at the desk. Sam held a flashlight for her. He pushed his body against hers.

"Are you sure that you don't want to-you know?" He rubbed his body on hers.

"Sam," She sighed. "Stop it's not the time or place. I-" Something popped up. "Dean!" She whispered.

"Yea?"

"I found something. But it is horrible news. If this is the same Mandy-I found her year book picture. Her name was Mandy Silver. She was sixteen when she died and-today is the sixth anniversary that she died."

"You mean Sam almost banged a spirit?"

"Wait-I found more, someone's gonna die today." She made a breathy sound. "Each of these teens that died from Crimson Fever died this day. She must be spreading it. She's what's known as a 'Mujer fantasma de ojos mirar.' Roughly translated into 'Female Ghost with the eyes'. She hypnotizes her victims with her eyes."

"This thing is a little too highfalutin if you ask me."

"Sam how are you feeling?"

"Just a little tired," He held out a shaky hand. "I'll be fine." He pushed his bangs back. His forehead was covered in sweat.

"Sam?" Dean said in a drill sergeant voice. Sam kneeled down and put his hands on his knees and started to wheeze. He dropped the flashlight he was holding. "Sammy!" He barked.

"Just-need some air."

"Dean? Maybe we should go. We got some information on that bitch Mandy. We should get Sam to a hospital. He's really sick."'

"Sammy?" Sam seemed to be passed out on his feet. Then he fell down.

"Oh my god, Dean. He pasted out and he might have hurt him self. How the hell are we gonna get him out? The man almost weighs two-hundred pounds!"

"Calm down, Cyn! We'll get him. He'll be fine." He rubbed his face. "Fine." He said under his breath.

"Dean," Cyn's eyes brimmed with tears. "I'm scared." She whispered.

"Don't be." Dean checked Sam's pulse. It was still steady! "We can get him out that door."

"Dean, that alarm will sound. You will drop Sam-not on purpose- and run, I will get bumped for tryna save em' and get tried as an adult for breaking and entering. You for assault on a police officer because you'll run one over trying to save us. Not that I wouldn't do that for you guys-but who will run for Sam?"

"I wouldn't leave him behind, Cyn. And why are you still here? Why? How come you haven't run?"

"Because! You guys said you'd help me. And I want to help you, Dean! I won't leave you. You're like the brother I never had, Dean. I'll help get you out of here before we lose him."

Dean sighed. "Grab a chair." She pulled a computer chair up. "Help me, will ya?" She helped him pull Sam onto the chair and stand him up. "Climb til you're even with Sam's head." She climbed four or five sills and stopped.

"Okay!" She called down. Dean stepped on to the chair and balanced Sam between the wall and him. He lifted Sam's arms.

"Pull him up to you. I'll push most of the weight." They got him up on the sill next to Cyn. "Climb up higher."

"I'm up. Arms?" They did this until they reached the top one.

"Cyn," Dean said from below. "What's under us out side?"

"A truck. The kind with the bed."

"Jump towards the bed." Cyn tried to open the window but it was locked. She grabbed her shoes and beat the window till it broke and an alarm sounded. Dean was almost at level with her. She knocked as much glass as she could with shaking hands outside.

"Hoist him up here. Hurry!" She positioned herself on the sill. She got Sam up in the sill with her ready to jump. But as she did she ripped her arm open with a piece a glass still attached to what's left of the window. It fell out down into the grass. She jumped. She felt nothing. Then she found herself with Sam in the back of the pick-up. She heard the thud of Dean next to her. "What next?"

"Grab his legs."

It took the rest of her strength and the little bit of feeling that was left in her left arm to help Dean with Sam to the car. She and Sam got in the back of the car and then she blacked out.