Disclaimer: I don't own the song "Crushcrushcrush" by Paramore.

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Chapter 4 - Dark Come Soon

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Dark, you can't come soon enough for me
Saved from one more day of misery
Everything I love, get back from me now
Everyone I love, I need you now

Don't forget a million miles from me
Safe, and another day can pass by me
Everything I love, get back from me now
Everyone I love, I need you now
So what? I lied, I lie to me, too (come on, come on)
So what? I lied, I lie to me, too (come on, come on)
So what?

Hold out for the ones you know will love you
Hide out from the ones you know will love you, too

Right to the edge, I'm barely there
Slow to make my move, I'm almost there
Everything I say, I say to me first
Everything I do, I do to me first

Hold out for the ones you know will love you
Hide out from the ones you know will love you, too

Dark, you can't come soon enough for me
Tegan and Sara - Dark Come Soon

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Dean POV

While Rika was having a training session with her watcher, Dean and Sam were continuing with their own investigation. The memorial service was now over, and they were standing outside the chappel, trying to find someone to talk to. Janine hadn't had a boyfriend, and it seemed as she hadn't had that many actual friends. Dean saw a jock-type guy leaning against the chappel wall. That was good, they could pretend to be journalists. Jocks were always the ones stupid and eager enough to talk.

"Sam, let's go talk to that guy", he said and punched his brother lightly in the arm, getting his attention. Sam nodded and they walked towards the guy.

"Hi there", Dean said and gave the guy a smile. "My name's Dean Anderson and this is my collegue Sam Brody. We're journalists and were writing an article about the deaths here on campus for the Inquisitor. Would you mind us asking you a couple of questions?"

"Whoa, cool!", the guy exclaimed without seeming bothered at all talking to journalists about the deaths of fellow students. "Yeah, sure, ask me anything!"

Dean was chuckling on the inside. "So predictable" he thought.

"Well, you can start by giving us your name", he said trying to sound professional.

"It's Mike, Mike Newton", the guy responded and looked excited. "N-E-W-T-O-N."

"So Mike", Dean said casually. "We've heard there've been some weird killings around campus lately. What's up with that, huh?"

"Yeah, I know", Mike said. "Everyone's really creeped out."

"Did you know any of the victims?", Sam asked curiously.

Mike shook his head.

"Not really", he answered. "They were that type nobody really notices. I didn't pay much attention to them anyways. They were just normal people, nothing out of the ordinary."

"What are you doing at the service then?", Sam asked.

"Everyone else went, I wanted to see what the fuss was all about", Mike answered.

"So, who found the bodies?", Dean asked.

"I only know who found the first one", Mike replied hesitantly. "You could ask her about it if you want to, she probably knows more than I do. She knows about everything that's happening around campus since she's the editor in chief for The Daily Free Press. Oh, and she knew Janine."

"Who's "she"?", Sam asked.

"Her name's Rika", Mike asked. "She's quite popular around here, everyone likes her. I've been trying to ask her out, but she keeps refusing. I've no idea why. Anyways, she found the first body, but she didn't seem that creeped out by it, everyone kept asking her about it".

Dean tried to picture the girl. He was hoping she might be hot, maybe he could get some.

"Where can we find this Rika?", Sam asked hopefully.

"I don't think she has anymore classes today, but you can find her tonight at Joe's", Mike said. "It's a bar café thing where we students usually hang out, and her band is playing there tonight."

Dean was starting to like this mystery girl. She was in a band! He found that sexy.

"Thanks", Sam said and smiled. "It was nice that you wanted to talk to us, we'll send you a copy of the paper."

"Oh, it was nothing! Glad I could help you out", Mike said and gave them a big smile.

Dean and Sam headed back to the motel to get some rest as they were going to try to find this mysterious Rika later that night. She was basically their only lead. They had tried to do some research, but they hadn't found anyone who could be haunting campus.

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Rika POV

The day hadn't turned out as beautiful as she had hoped that morning. The weather was lovely, but her mood wasn't. She'd also had had a very frustrating talk with Hugh, her watcher, after their training session. He had nothing new to tell her about the killings.

"I have been doing some research, but I have found absolutely nothing. Not even any dead people who might be haunting the place", Hugh said.

"That's great. Absolutely fantastic. I feel really helpless right now, I feel like it's my fault that I couldn't save them", Rika sighed.

"Do not blame yourself, there was nothing you could do. Just concentrate on your classes now, and I'll see what I can find", Hugh tried to calm her. "It might be a demon. We'll find something sooner or later."

"Hopefully sooner", Rika muttered.

Suddenly, Rika's day had taken a turn for the worse. She was also frustrated since her watcher hadn't told her more about this mysterious other watcher, Rupert Giles. She was longing for it to become dark, so she could relax while she was singing during her band's gig. Maybe after that she could dust a couple of vamps and get that frustration and tension she had been feeling out of her body. On top of everything, she couldn't stop thinking about the guy she had met this morning. She sighed and continued towards class. She still had that exam to get through.

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Sam POV

Sam and Dean walked into Joe's Bar that later that night. It was about 8PM, and the bar was packed with students drinking and enjoying themselves. Sam didn't share his brother's love for bars, he preferred something more quiet. Then, suddenly, he heard a voice in the microphone from the stage. A very familiar voice, a voice he had been thinking about all day.

"Hi guys, and welcome to Joe's", the voice said. Her voice. "I'm Rika, and we'll be playing here tonight. Most of you already know who we are, so I'll skip the introductions. Let's start with something new."

Sam caught a glance of the girl on the stage. It was the girl from the diner this morning, the one who also had left the memorial service in tears. She was wearing skinny, grey jeans and a black t-shirt with a print of two female heads, an orange one and a green one. It was a band t-shirt for a someone called Tegan and Sara, maybe? He couldn't make out the text at the bottom from where he was standing. It fit her body perfectly, and her long blonde hair fell down over her shoulders, framing her soft face. He should have put the pieces together when Mike said she wrote for The Daily Free Press, she was a journalism student after all. So, this was Rika. A feeling of sadness suddenly struck him, as she realized she had been the one to find the first body. She had probably been friends with Janine, and had lost someone. He would have wanted to protect her from that. He snapped out of his thoughts as she started singing. The band was actually really good, and she had a great voice.

I got a lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here
And it makes no sense at all

They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies

Sam felt weird. It was almost as if she was singing about him. But he doubted it. It was just a coincidence that the lyrics fit. Besides, she didn't know he was a liar. Dean suddenly knocked him on the shoulder.

"Look, our mysterious Rika is the hottie from the diner this morning", Dean said with a huge smile on his face. "She's awesome."

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one-two of us, who's counting on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this

If you want to play it like a game
Well, come on, come on, let's play
Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute

"Yeah, I noticed", Sam said, feeling his cheeks getting slightly warmer.

"I'll go talk to her once they're finished playing, we can't both ambush her", Dean said with a smirk. Sam knew that look. Dean wanted to flirt with Rika, maybe get her to bed. Sam wasn't going to let Dean do that, even though he loved his brother.

"Dude, why do you always get to talk to the hot girls?", he said. "Besides, I'm more discrete than you can ever be. She's just lost a friend and seen a dead body. We have to be careful when talking to her."

"Oh fine, we'll do it your way, you freak", Dean said. "Paper rock scissors." He held out his fist.

Sam sighed, but held out his own fist aswell. They played paper rock scissors, and Sam won.

"Damnit", Dean said. "I call a do-over!"

"No way, you lost", Sam said with a slight smirk, secretly thanking his good luck.

"Fine", Dean resigned. "I'll go get a drink."

Sam continued looking at Rika performing. She had amazing stage presence. Once she looked straight into his eyes and noticed him staring. He quickly turned his head away, feeling his face getting flushed.

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