So Sam continued his account of the job thus far. The janitor had let them in and started telling them about the accident; apparently he was the one who found the professor.

"I didn't see it happen of course, but I saw him come up here. Well, he wasn't alone." The man said with a sly smirk.

"Who was he with?" Dean garbled, though his face was so shoved full of candy from the professor's dish he was hardly understandable.

"Come on, I ate two, maybe three!" Dean defended himself.

"Just let me tell it!"

Anyway, the janitor told them that the professor had a girl with him that he'd never seen around campus before. She wasn't the first girl he'd seen her with, the professor had a tendency to get around with the young female students. He also confirmed that there was never a room 669.

So they did the typical search of the place and scanned for EMF readings. Of course it was a little hard to focus when Kayla was making a point not to get within fifty feet of him. With every step he took she took a step in the opposite direction. Sam swore he could feel the fear coming off of her.

"First of all, fifty feet is an exaggeration and it wouldn't even be possible in an office. Second, you're getting off topic."

"Yeah yeah." Sam brushed her off.

He moved on. So there was no evidence of anything supernatural at the office. When they got back to the hotel, Sam was going to do more research but someone had messed with his laptop.

Dean sighed. "I didn't mess with your damn laptop Sam get over it."

"Right because I'm sure it was Kayla that was surfing the 'Busty Asian Beauties' site."

"Ok!" Bobby cut in. "So there was no EMF reading, and you didn't get anything on the girl. What'd you do next?"

The three exchanged looks. Bobby probably wouldn't even believe the next part of the story. Dean shrugged and crossed the room.

"We interviewed a guy on campus who said he was abducted by aliens."

"Aliens?" Bobby looked to Kayla, because she seemed to be the only one not acting retarded at the moment.

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Aliens?!" He asked again in disbelief. "Even if they do exist, they're not coming to Earth and swiping people. My whole life I've never found proof of an honest to God abduction. It's all just pranks and cranks."

"Yeah that's what we thought. But, we figured we'd at least talk to the guy." Sam added. "He told us that he woke up and didn't know where he was. He saw these aliens that did tests on him, probed him…"

Dean shook his head. "Again and again and again apparently."

"Yes thank you. They probed him then um…they, well…"

"They made him slow dance with them." Kayla spit out. Bobby looked at her like she was crazy. "Under a disco ball."

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "You're exaggerating again, right?"

"No."

"Then this frat boy's just nuts."

Dean looked at him. "We're not so sure." He started back into the story.

They found kind of a crop circle in the middle of the campus. Well it would have been a crop circle had it been in a crop. It had the same kind of pattern though; grass bent without breaking, perfect circle shape, the kind of mark left by a jet engine taking off. They started asking around and found a guy that was in the same frat house as Mr. Abductee.

"So you and this guy Curtis, you were in the same house?" Sam asked him.

"Yeah."

"And you heard what happened to him, right?"

"Yeah. He said it was aliens, but whatever.

That's when Sam put on his motherly, comforting role that he does so well. "Look man, I know this all must be so hard on you."

"Um, not so much." The guy answered.

"I just want you to know, I'm here for you." Then his eyes got all teary. "You brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain. Come here." Then he wrapped the guy in a big loving bear hug.

He looked to Dean and Kayla for help but you know, what could they do but put up with Sam's need to be a wuss.

"To precious for this world."

"I never said that!"

"You're always saying pansy stuff like that."

Dean continued. The guy told them that Curtis had been pretty much a dick in the house and put the pledge's through hell. In his eyes he got what was coming to him. Now the victims were falling into a pattern.