I just about cried with relief when Sam's number came up on my phone. It was after classes finished, and was walking back to the dorms with my friends at the time.

They all looked at me curiously, wondering who was calling. "One moment." I told them, and stepped away a little. Just far enough to have some privacy, but still keep them in sight.

They stopped, chatting amongst themselves while they waited for me. After the second student was found no one had gone anywhere on campus alone.

Didn't stop two more from dying since.

The whole campus was living in fear.

I took a deep breath and answered the phone, hoping that Sam and Dean would be able to help.

"Sam! You have no idea how glad I am to hear from you. I was starting to worry that, maybe, you didn't want to talk to me." I took another deep breath to try and keep the emotions that were sitting to close to the surface from bursting forth.

"Oh Taylor, I am so sorry! Of course we still want to talk to you!" I felt a little bad for bringing it up, he sounded genuinely upset that I would think that. "We've been out of phone range for the past couple of days." He continued, "I only just got your messages. You said you needed help, is everything ok?"

I fought the urge to cry at the concern in his voice…it hadn't taken much to make me cry today. "I…um…No. I'm not ok." I finally admitted.

"What's wrong? How can I help?" Was his immediate response, making me smile just a fraction, knowing that he still cared after so long.

"There's…students are…their dying, Sam." I sniffed, then continued before he could comment. I didn't think that I could continue if I stopped. "I'm scared, Sam. I…I don't know if it's your sort of thing or not. But, I was hoping…maybe…you could come…and do…something."

A tear escaped and ran down my face. One of my friends saw and started moving towards me, a worried look on her face. I waved her away, mouthing 'It's ok.' She stayed there, but continued to watch me, ready if I changed my mind.

"Of course we will. Even if it's not something supernatural, I'm sure we can still help." He assured me. "Why don't you start by telling me where you are?"

"Yeah, ok." It had been years since I'd even spoken to them, of course they wouldn't know where I was these days. "I'm at Stanford, I went back to college this year. I decided that I wanted help people instead of animals, so I'm doing medicine now."

I expected him to have some sort of comment on my decision to go back to college. Most people thought I was crazy, some thought it was worth celebrating. But there was silence on the other end of the phone. "Sam? You still there?"

"Um, yeah." He cleared his throat, "You're at Stanford, Stanford University?" I couldn't quite place the emotion in his voice.

"Yes. Why, what's wrong?" I asked.

"And students are dying." He sighed. "What else can you tell me?"

Apparently he didn't want to talk about it. He and Dean had had strange reactions when college was brought up when I first met them too.

"It…The first one…They found her, I think, four days ago." I took a deep breath, trying to give him the facts without breaking down. "It was one of the girls in my class. So far all of them have been medical students."

"I'm so sorry." Sam said quietly.

"Thanks. I…I didn't know the first three girls all that well, it's a big class, but this morning…" I swallowed a couple of times, working to keep it together. "Well, we thought the boys were safe till this morning…Then they found Tom."

Tom had been my friend. Suddenly it all seemed a whole lot more real. It wasn't just 'other people' who were in danger.

There was a sad sigh on the other end of the phone. "I wish we didn't have to do this over the phone." Sam said, and I had to agree with him, "But the more we know before we get there, the quicker we'll be able to find out what's going on and hopefully put a stop to it."

"I know." I said quietly, "It's ok."

"So, you said this started four days ago?" He prompted gently when I didn't continue.

"Um, yeah, the student who found her…they thought she'd been mauled by an animal at first. She was…she was torn apart Sam." I couldn't help the sob escaping, and had to once again reassure my patiently waiting friends that I didn't need them to come over.

"Crap." Sam muttered quietly.

I nodded my agreement with the sentiment. "But then the police came, and suddenly the area was roped off as a crime scene and they were saying that a person had done this. When they found the second girl the next day, that's…that's when I started trying to contact you. They've found a body each morning since. I don't think the police have any clue who is doing it."

"Don't worry, we're pretty good at solving cases that have police stumped." Sam assured me, "Even when there's nothing supernatural involved."

"So you're coming?" I asked to be sure.

"Of course." Sam said, then sighed, "but, it'll be a couple of days. I'm sorry. We're out in Minnesota at the moment, but we'll head off today and get there as fast as we can, ok?"

"Ok." I whispered, not wanting to voice the fear that I could be next. A couple of days could be too late.

"You'll be ok," He said quietly, easily reading the fear in my voice. "Just, stay inside at night and with big groups during the day." He recommended.

"Already am." I told him.

There was a slight chuckle on the other end, "Good. Oh, and…if you have any silver jewellery…wear it."

"Um, ok." I was tempted to ask what he thought it was and why I needed silver, but decided that it was less scary to live in hope that it was just a sick human.

"If you need anything call, ok? We'll be there soon." Sam reminded me.

"Ok, Sam. Thank you. See you soon." I hung up and put the phone in my pocket.

My friend took that as permission to approach and wrapped me in a hug. "You look like you need it." She said quietly.

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