A/N: Thanks for the reviews and the Story Alert adds! By the way, if you're wondering about my mention of leprechauns and fairies in the first chapter, that wasn't in an actual episode, it was a reference to one of my other Supernatural stories "Of Wee Folk and Shotguns."

Give My Regards to Bollywood

Chapter 2: Mickey Mouse Conspiracy

Dean raised a suggestive eyebrow at the group of Japanese girls waiting for him to exit the elevator and hid his smirk at the coy giggling behind him. He nudged his brother as soon as the elevator was out of earshot.

"The tall one was checkin' you out, dude," he muttered with a doggish grin.

Sam blinked, looking pained. "That was a dude, dude."

"Seriously?" Dean looked crestfallen. "I don't really dig this college scene," he replied.

"Noted."

The brothers stepped down the hallway to the right, avoiding the open RA's room, and watching the numbers on the doors. They definitely didn't want to explain their unescorted status on the girls' side of the building.

"What about Amy's dorm room?"

Sam released a sigh. "Next floor up. Apparently she and the second victim were roommates."

"Does the dorm building have a history?" Dean followed.

"Not really." Sam paused, shaking his head. "Actually, other than some petty theft and a domestic disturbance or two, it's completely clean. The campus has had some reported hauntings, but there's no evidence that those old urban legends are true."

"So, a fairly peaceful campus. Three deaths happen within a week and no one thinks this stinks of weird ass?"

Sam shrugged. "Florence is pretty small but the press seems to be staying away from the story for some reason. They're calling the first two deaths, the fall down the stairs and the slip in the shower, accidental."

"And the third?"

"Sorta hard to call someone folding themselves into the communal oven accidental."

He raised his hand to stop his older brother's inevitable question. Further down the hall, a girl layered to the melting point in thick sweaters was fumbling with her keys. She swore when she dropped her purse to the floor. Sam sped up and bent down to help her with the load.

"Thanks," she spat. After she looked up, her frown disappeared. She grinned brightly. "Well, hi there," she smoothly added, taking in the two men. "You lost, sugar?"

Dean blinked away the "sugar" comment. Sam stepped on his toe in warning.

"Actually," Sam said, glancing the room's number, "I think we're exactly where we need to be. We work with the local paper, and we were hoping to interview a student about the recent deaths in the dorm."

"How'd you get in here?" she asked. She stopped herself, rolling her eyes. "Never mind--I forget that they'll just let anyone in if he's got a pretty smile. So, how are you spinning it?"

Dean filed her contempt away for later. "Spinning what?"

"The story, duh?" the girl sputtered. "Unless. . .Oh, well I suppose you might not know yet."

"Know what?" Sam asked.

She leaned to one side, hearing voices down the hallway. "Maybe we should take this inside before the Powers-That-Be slap a sixty dollar fine on my tab for not signing in my 'guests' again."

Dean thought it was a little weird to be sitting on a dead girl's stripped bed. Of course, weird was on his daily agenda, so he took it in stride. Sam, the long legged mastermind that he was, had stolen the only other free chair. Still, it was a dead girl's chair, so the situation was fairly lose-lose.

Katty, as the roommate had introduced herself, was occupied in peeling off her three layers of long sleeves. She tossed the coat on top of the overloaded luggage taking up her own bed.

"You moving out?" Dean asked, spotting the box on her desk.

He pulled a small notebook from his back pocket, pretending to take interview notes over the written out exorcism he'd jotted down once upon a time.

"Yeah," she sighed, her curly red ponytail bobbing behind her head. "Got to, really. Moving into a friend's place downtown."

"I suppose losing a roommate has got to be a traumatic experience." Sam was slipping on his 'comforting' face with ease. "I don't think anyone would blame you for leaving this place behind."

Katty snorted.

"Please--I mean I didn't wish her dead or anything, but Val was a total spaz. And without her, I get upgraded to a single without the extra fees." She took off her hoodie and pointed emphatically at the rounded belly protruding from her otherwise rail-thin frame. "This little bundle of joy is the real reason I'm leaving. Snooty little RA be-otch is calling a meeting with her council of nerds about 'morality' issues or whatever. Anyhow, I'm moving before she has a chance to keep my down payment."

Sam chose to ignore her coldness. And her use of the word "be-otch".

"You said something about a 'spin' for our story?"

Katty slowly took a seat at her desk chair, pursing her lips as if she were rethinking the situation. "Ok, well, I like hate to be total gossip, but, whatever. . . I mean, it's for a good cause, right? And my name will totally be on the interview--and maybe a picture? Chest up, of course."

"Of course," Dean smirked. He mentally kicked himself.

The girl stared at her door a moment before leaning forward. "Ok, well, I know there's all this stuff going around about a supposed haunting, but that's all BS."

Sam raised a brow. "It is?"

"Yeah, I mean, sure the lights flicker or whatever. And there's no such thing hot water in this building. And there's that Indian disco going on downstairs--I'd totally put my money on the exchange students there." Katty took a breath. "But none of it's real. They want you to think it is. My theory is that the family started spreading the ghost rumors. After all, they're the ones covering it up."

Sam chose to ignore the bored expression on his brother's face. "Whose parents? And what are they covering up?"

Katty bit her lip, trying to work up the suspense. "Amy's, duh!" She smiled wickedly. "Her parents are uber religious--her grandpas on both sides of the family are preachers--so it only makes sense that they're the ones doing it, right?"

Dean's smart ass genes were kicking in. "Well, it only makes sense."

Ignorant of the sarcasm in his voice, Katty seemed to enjoy the agreement and nodded furiously. "See, if it got out that their little girl killed herself, they'd probably be totally shunned by their Church."

"Suicide?" Dean asked. He blinked. "She threw herself down a staircase?"

The girl groan. "OMG!" she snapped.

Dean flinched.

"You're totally missing the point!" Katty continued. "Listen, I know some of the students who found her body that morning. They saw blood, but it wasn't coming from her head, it was coming from her wrist."

Dean shot his brother a concerned look. Ghosts were always bad, but a ghost from a suicide? Talk about a big case of denial. Those hunts usually ended messy.

"Her wrist was sliced open," Katty balked. "She probably wanted a view out the windows while she was doing the deed and passed out and fell down the stairs. I mean, it all makes perfect sense."

"That's an interesting theory," Sam said. He cocked his head. "But I don't quite understand how the other two girls fit in."

Katty rolled her eyes. Dean assured himself that if she rolled her eyes one more time, he was going to have to slip a Cristo into the conversation just to be on the safe side.

"Val was totally friends with Amy--I mean they were working on a class project together and everything. I'm guessing she. . ." Katty lowered her voice, her eyes at a squint. "I'm guessing she got too close to the truth."

"And, Amy's parents killed her?" Sam asked, trying to hide his doubt. "What about the second girl, Amy's roommate?"

"Lisa?" Katty sneered. "Ugg, so into herself. I saw her try out for color guard. What a total klutz! She probably really did bash her head in the shower." Katty jumped up. "Oh shit--I forgot it was Thursday. I've got a class to get to!"

Sam and Dean stood automatically, already headed towards the door.

"Thank you for your time, Katty."

"Wait--but you've hardly written any notes!" Katty complained, cutting off their exit. She rolled her eyes.

"Cristo," Dean coughed.

No reaction.

"I'm not that late," she whined. "And it's not like the class is important--it's a total Mickey Mouse." At Dean's confused expression, she continued. "You know, a fart class?"

Sam stopped her from continuing. "An easy course," he quickly explained, for Dean's sake. He looked to Katty, forcing a grin. "Nevertheless, we really shouldn't interfere with your class time."

"But it's such a bore!" Katty reluctantly pulled her bag over her shoulder. "I mean, if we couldn't miss as many days as we want, do you really think I'd have let Val talk me into going to class on a Thursday? Of course, I totally wouldn't have signed up anyhow if I'd known all the films were in subtitles."

Sam paused. "Val was in the class with you?"

Katty rolled her eyes. Dean felt himself developing a twitch.

"And her loser buddies," Katty sighed. "But, an easy A is an easy A, right?"

"Her buddies Lisa and Amy?" Sam asked.

Dean stood a bit straighter, catching on.

Katty nodded. "Like I said, they were doing a class project together."

"What class would this be?" Dean asked.

"Foreign Film. Why?"

The Winchesters' eyes widened, and they shared a glance.

"Katty?" Dean asked. "How does your professor feel about sit-ins?"

End Notes: Does anyone else feel sorry for Val, you know the one who had to live with Katty? Hee, anyhow... Sorry about the lack of Bollywood in this chapter. I hope this wasn't too much dialogue. More haunting excitement to come.