Apartment 205, Knoxville, Tennessee

"I was a little too tall

Could've used a few pounds

Tight pants points hardly reknown."

A twenty-six year old psychology student's blue eyes skimmed over the words on the pages in front of her, her tongue pressed between her lips in concentration as she turned the page. Her blonde waves hung from her head, just touching the laminate wood floor and swiping away a little bit of dust and dirt everytime she bobbed her head to the music that drifted around her small apartment.

"She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes

And points all her own sitting way up high

Way up firm and high."

If she moved the book even an inch to the left then she'd be looking at her dresser that seemed to be glued to the ceiling, every knick-knack and piece of makeup magically sticking to the top of it. Her whole room was upside down to her, her long legs stretched across the width of the messy bed, blankets bunched up every which way and scattered across the sheets as she hung upside down. She had lost count of the pillows and blankets she needed to keep warm in her apartment lately.

"Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Out in the back seat of my 'sixty Chevy

Workin' on mysteries without any clues

Workin' on our night moves."

She turned the page of her psychology textbook, frowning slightly when she read the title. She was ahead of her class. Letting out a defeated huff, she decided to close the book and slide it across the floor. Her eyes followed its movements, showing no reaction when it rammed into the two stacks of identical textbooks that were piled as high as her dresser, just threatening to topple over with the slightest push. It wobbled slightly and her eyes widened. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, hoping that they would stay upright. The last thing she needed was to clean all of them up and have to sort through them again. When the books stilled she let out a breath of relief, closing her eyes lightly.

"Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news

Workin' on our night moves

In the summertime

In the sweet summertime."

She hummed along and tried to let her brain relax for once. She was already ahead in all of her assignments and needed some time to herself. Exams were coming up soon and she couldn't let herself fret too much. Enough was already piled on her plate as it was.

"We weren't in love, oh no, far from it

We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored

Livin' by the sword

And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods

I used her—"

The marimba ringtone of her iPhone 3GS interrupted her music. Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned. She willed it to stop, prayed that she could get her music back and just have more than thirty seconds to herself. That was all she asked for. Just five minutes of peace and qui—

"FBI!" a deep, husky voice roared out, followed by the man's fist pounding on her front door loud enough to drown out the sound of the ringtone on her bluetooth speaker and wake the entire apartment building. The blonde scowled and twisted her body around, rolling onto the floor from her hanging position but catching herself before her knees could hit the ground. Her palms were pressed flat against the wood, her arms shaking as she struggled to hold herself up. The last thing she needed was more injury to her knee as bad as it already was. "Open up!" the man yelled out again.

"Coming!" she shouted, rolling her eyes and pushing herself off of the floor. Her outfit completely slipping her mind, she ignored the ringtone and padded across the apartment to the front door. She stood on her toes, closing one eye to glance out the peephole before unchaining the door and opening it wide to reveal two men in suits.

The tall, muscular, sasquatch-looking agent flashed his badge with a smile before quickly closing it and stuffing it in his coat pocket. The shorter, blond, emerald-eyed agent seemed too distracted to bother holding up his badge, his eyes raking down the woman's body.

"Can I help you?" she questioned sweetly. The blond agent cleared his throat and snapped back to reality after a harsh nudge from his partner, nodding his head and clumsily sliding his badge back into his jacket pocket.

"Cassandra Moore?" The woman—Cassandra—nodded, her hand still holding the side of the front door as she leaned against it lightly, her hip jutted out to allow her some of the balance she wasn't blessed with. The taller agent sent her an awkward smile, glancing at his partner before returning his attention back to Cassandra. "Do you mind if we ask you a few questions about the disappearance of Sandy Myers?" The blonde furrowed her eyebrows, frowning.

"Sandy's missing?" Cassandra asked. The two agents exchanged shocked glances before turning back to the college student in front of them. The blond agent opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, his gaze constantly drifting down towards Cassandra's legs before quickly rising back up to her worried eyes. "Come in. I'll tell you if I know anything." She stepped aside to let them in, both men entering quite awkwardly and uncomfortably. Cassandra closed the door behind them. "Can I get you anything? Water? Tea?"

"Pants?" the blond agent asked. She stared at him in confusion before following his gaze down to her legs. She gasped and her eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth.

"I am so sorry! Give me a minute!" she exclaimed before rushing away to her room. Cassandra hadn't noticed that she had only been dressed in a short black tank top and grey and red lace-trimmed panties. The two agents raised their eyebrows when the door slammed shut, the echo of the lock clicking finding its way to their ears. They turned to face each other.

"Girl's got ass," the blond agent whispered, making a 'she's fine' gesture with his hand. The sasquatch stared at him flatly, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Dean," he warned quietly. The blond agent—Dean—shrugged and stared back at him innocently.

"What? She's legal," he defended. His partner rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Oh, come on, Sam. You can't tell me you weren't checking out her ass as she ran. It's—" Dean was cut off by something loud crashing in Cassandra's bedroom followed by a frightened scream.

"You okay, Cassandra?" Sam called out, eyeing the door warily. They heard footsteps shuffling around and the blonde muttering a string of curse words.

"Yeah! Just knocked over the pile of Hell!" she yelled back. Sam and Dean stared at each other in confusion, their heads snapping towards her bedroom door once it opened. She gave them a sheepish smile, reaching behind the door and holding her index finger down on a small, portable, purple speaker. They heard a deep G note bounce off of the walls before Cassandra left her room, snatching her phone from the dresser next to the door as she made her way towards the agents.

"'Pile of Hell'?" Dean inquired curiously. Cassandra nodded.

"It's what I call my textbooks. They make me feel like I'm in Hell," she explained. Dean chuckled, licking his chapped lips and shaking his head.

"Sweetie, you have no idea what Hell really feels like," he replied. She furrowed her eyebrows as Sam reached out and smacked the back of Dean's head before looking back to her with a small smile. She nodded slowly, gesturing to the couch across from a plush red chair that didn't match anything else in the apartment. Dean cleared his throat, bouncing on the couch a couple of times. "Fluffy," he commented. Cassandra grinned proudly.

"I know, right? I got it for a hundred bucks," she replied. Sam eyed the two before shaking it off.

"So you didn't know that Sandy was missing?" Sam asked. Cassandra's grin fell and she shook her head. "When was the last time you saw her?" Cassandra pursed her lips in thought, furrowing her eyebrows before shrugging. "You don't know?"

"Agent..." She trailed off, not knowing his last name.

"Smith and Wesson," Dean replied. She nodded.

"Agent Wesson, I can't tell you the last time I actually saw someone outside of class and conversed with them," she admitted to Sam. "I've been studying my ass off for finals just so I can graduate early. If someone was killed then I probably wouldn't even know."

"Sandy was your neighbor," Dean deadpanned, "How did you not see her?"

"I told you; I've been studying. The last class I had was Monday and after I got home that night I haven't left the apartment since."

"Did Sandy seem a little weird to you before she disappeared on Tuesday?" Sam asked. Cassandra scrunched her eyebrows together, confused. "Did she mention any scratching in the walls, cold spots, weird smells?"

"Weird smells how?"

"Like rotten eggs or, oh, I don't know, sulphur?" Dean chimed in. Cassandra shook her head slowly, running a hand through her wild blonde hair. She sighed and shrugged. "Did you notice any of that?"

"Yeah, actually. The sulphur smell you're talking about. It was coming from the vents but I figured that something died in there or whatever. It is a crappy apartment building. A lot of college students live here because it's all they can afford so maintenance doesn't really keep us on the top of the priority list," Cassandra explained. Sam and Dean exchanged glances, their expressions seeming as if they knew something. "What does this have to do with Sandy?"

Sam opened his mouth to feed the blonde a lie when the front door was kicked open, all three adults jumping. Cassandra stood up and stared at the door wide-eyed, her breath hitching in her throat and her heart clenching in her chest. She felt as if she couldn't breathe and she wasn't sure if it was from seeing Sandy Myers, the supposed missing woman, standing before her or if it was the brunette's coal-black eyes.

Sam and Dean sprung up from their seats, the latter drawing a blade with ancient symbols engraved into the metal. Sandy tilted her head and grinned, the action sending chills down Cassandra's spine. Sandy pushed the door open further and slowly stepped in the apartment, her heeled boots sending haunting echoes throughout the small two-bedroom apartment.

"Cassandra, get behind me!" Dean ordered. Cassandra screamed at herself in her mind to move, but her feet were glued to the floor in shock as she watched Sandy advance towards Sam and Dean. "Cassandra!" A hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her trance and she turned to face Dean, a determined expression resting on his face. She nodded weakly and scurried behind him and Sam, wrapping her arms around herself as an attempt for comfort. Keyword being 'attempt'. She was scared shitless.

"Sam and Dean Winchester. Oh, I've been looking for you," the brunette cooed, stopping just a few feet from the pair of Hunters. She rubbed her hands together, shivering with delight. "I can't wait to rip the skin from your bones." She leaned to the left slightly to glance over at Cassandra. "And I won't forget about you, princess. You'll be coming with me. The boss wants to meet you." Dean raised the blade and was about to charge after her when a familiar trenchcoat-clad brunet entered the apartment, driving a silver blade through Sandy's chest. She let out an ear-piercing scream, her insides flickering between red and orange before collapsing to the ground.

"Cas," Dean breathed, letting out a sigh of relief at seeing the blue-eyed angel. Cassandra stood behind them, her lips parted as she shook with fear. "Nice timing."

"I've been tracking this demon for weeks," Castiel informed them. Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why?"

"Because it's been looking for her." Sam and Dean followed the angel's gaze to the blonde standing behind them, her stare locked on the corpse that lay across her floor. She slowly looked up to see the trio staring at her. Cas eyed her with determination; Dean with confusion; and Sam with intrigue. Cassandra snapped back to reality, her eyes widening.

"What does it want with me?"