"No family is perfect... we argue, we fight, we even stop talking to each other at times, but in the end, family is family... the love will always be there. " - Unknown

• • •

"Dude, do you mind not eating those on my bed?" Sam's irritated voice echoed around the room. Noah stepped out of the bathroom making sure that Delta was still in her place on the bed on the other side of the room, Sam was seated, reading for research as Dean ate on Sam's bed.

"No, I don't mind," Dean said as he lifted something that looked so greasy it nauseated Noah, to his mouth. Sam shook his head, placing his elbow on the table and looking back down at the book. Noah took a seat next to his dog.

"How's the research going?" Dean asked his brother around the food in his mouth. "You know how it's going?" Sam slammed the boo shut, turning to his brother, "Slow, You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer."

"Hmm," Dean hummed, smiling and nodded sarcastically. Sam opened the book back up, sighing in aggravation as he attempted to focus, but the music playing wouldn't allow him to concentrate.

"Would you turn that down please?" he slightly snapped. "Yeah, absolutely," Dean said without looking up from his magazine and he reached over and cranked it up.

Sam leaned back in the chair, clenching his jaw. He stared into space for a moment before looking over to his brother, "You know what? Maybe you should just go somehwere for a while, huh?"

"Hey, I'd love to, that's a great idea, unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell," Dean snapped, turning off the music.

"Dean, I told you, I have nothing to do with that!" Sam raised his voice before looking back down at the book in front of him.

The silence hung in the air for a moment before Sam turned to Noah, "You really couldn't lend me your computer?"

"Well apparently I can't trust you idiots with my living, breathing dog, why the hell would I trust you with my computer?" Noah raised an eyebrow.

"We didn't-" Sam and Dean went to shout in unison but a knock at the door interrupted them.

Sam stood up, sparing the others a glance before looking out the peephole of their door, and opening it. Outside stood Bobby, who they had called in a few hours ago.

"Hey Bobby," Sam greeted. "Hey boys," Bobby nodded at each of them. Dean and Noah stood up as Delta remained sleeping on the bed, Noah nodded at Bobby in greeting as Dean spoke up as well, "Hey Bobby."

Sam closed the door, "It's good to see you again so soon," Bobby stated, walking with Sam to sit down in the middle of the room.

"Yeah, uh, thanks for coming," Sam said, "Come on in."

"Thank God you're here," Dean stated, shaking Bobby's hand. Bobby nodded back at Noah as a mutual greeting, who sent him a small wave of his fingers.

"So um... what didn't you want to talk to me about over the phone?" Bobby questioned. "It's this job we're working, we..." Sam trailed, laughing under his breath, "We weren't sure you'd believe us."

"Well I can believe a lot," Bobby chuckled. "No, yeah-yeah, I know, it's just, we've never seen anything like it-" Dean cut Sam off, "Not even close."

"And we thought we could use some fresh eyes," Noah concluded. "Why don't you begin at the begninning?" Bobby asked rhetorically.

"Yeah, um, alright, please," Sam motioned for them to take a seat, pulling chairs over for he and Noah as Dean and Bobby sat on the beds.

"So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit', see a professor took a nose-dive from a fourth story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted," Sam explained, "So we pretexted as reporters from a local paper."

• • •

"Yeah, we both had the professor for ethics and morality," a college jock explained to Sam, sipping his beer. The bar was lively, music playing as chatter from people of all ages created a familiar noise.

"Yeah? So why do you think he did it?" Sam asked the two college students, his voice recorder sitting on the table in front of him.

"Who knows? He was tenured, wife and kids, his book is like a really big deal," the girl seated across from him spoke, nodding. Sam pursed his lips, slowly nodding as well.

"Then again, who's to say it was suicide?" the girl qustioned mysteriously, she had clearly had a few drinks, enough to be tipsy because she seemed giggly. "Jen, come on," the jock opposed.

"Well, what else could it be?" Sam questioned. "Well, you know about Crawford Hall..." Jen trailed. "No, I don't actually," Sam clarified. "It's a bunch of crap, it's a total urban legend," the jock scoffed.

"Yeah, well, Heather's mom went to school here and she knew the girl," Jen countered. "Wait, what girl?" Sam asked.

"Like, thirty years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor, he broke it off, she jumped out the window and killed herself," Jen told him. "You know her name?" Sam inquired. "No," Jen shook her head, "But they say she jumped from room 669, get it? you turn the nine upside down..."

Sam nodded, as the jock laughed. "So now she haunts the building, and anyone who sees her... they don't live to tell the tale," Jen concluded.

"Well, if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?" the jock questioned. "Curtis!" Jen whined, "Shut up!"

"You know what?" Sam grabbed his voice recorder, standing up, "Thanks a lot, guys, excuse me."

Sam made way for the bar where Dean stood, throwing back shots of purple liquor. "Dean, what are you- what are you drinking?" Sam asked, slightly concerned.

"I don't know, man," Dean replied, leaning on the bar, "I think they're called purple nurples."

"Okay,, well, listen, I think maybe we should go check out the profesors office," Sam suggested.

"Oh, no, no, no, I can't right now, I've got some fiesty little wildcat on the hook, I'm 'bout to, zzt, reel her in," Dean laughed quietly, motioning to the girl behind him, "I'll introduce you."

"Dea-" Sam tried to stop him. "Starla, Starla, "Dean caught her attention, "Hey, this is my shuttle co-pilot, Major Tom, Major tom, Starla."

"Mm," the blonde girl giggled, wrapping her arm around Dean's chest and leaning her head over his shoulder, "Enchante."

"Hi," Sam blankly greeted her. The girl pulled back from Dean, gagging with her hand over her mouth, turning back towards the bar as her stomach twitched and convulsed with each gag, before she finally settled.

"Sorry," she apologized, smiling, "Just trying to keep my liquor down."

"Yeah, good job," Dean smiled, turning back to his brother, "Hey, good news, she's got a sister."

She laughed again, leaning over Dean again-

• • •

"Woah, woah, woah," Dean interjected, "Hold on a minute."

"What?" Sam asked. "Come on dude, that's not how it happened," Dean protested.

"No?" Sam questioned sarcastically, "So... you never drank a 'purple nurple'."

"Yeah, maybe that, but..." Dean trailed, "I don't say things like 'feisty little wildcat', and her name wasn't Starla."

"Then what was it?" Sam inquired. "I don't know, but she was a classy chick," Dean professed. "I'll believe that when I see it," Noah muttered.

"She was a grad student, anthropolgy and folklore, we were talking about local ghost stories," Dean began to explain.

• • •

A girl clad in a black dress, with matching stockings and shoes, stood before Dean at the bar.

"Here's to.." she trailed, holding up her shot of purple liquor. "Here's to us," Dean completed, tapping his glass to hers.

The pair each threw back their shots, maintaining strong eye contact. When they each placed their glasses down, the blonde stared at him for a moment, "My God, you are attractive."

Dean's lip quirked, "Thanks, but no time for that now, you need to tell me about this urban legend." She bit her lip, staring at him.

"Please, lives are at stake," he persuaded dramatically. "Sorry, I just, I can't even concentrate," she spoke with a daze to her tone, "It's like staring..." her hand traveled up the base of his skull and into his hair," ...Into the sun."

She slowly pulled him into a kiss by the back of his head. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss, fitting together smoothly.

Behind them, Sam approached. He stood and observed for a moment before sighing, "Dean, what do you think you're doing?"

Dean pulled back, turning to his little brother, "Sam please, if you wouldn't mind, just give me five minutes here."

"Dean this a very serious investigation, we don't have time for any of your blah, blah, blah, blah...blah, blah-blah, blah blah-blah-blah, blah!" Dean turned back to the blonde, kissing her again, "Blah!"

• • •

Noah lifted his hand to his face, smacking his forehead as he groaned slightly. These two would go to their graves making fun of each other, he swears it. "Right, and that's how it really happened," Sam sarcastically nodded.

Dean pursed his lips. "I don't sound like that, Dean!" Sam argued. "That's what you sound like to me," he stated. Noah scoffed, putting his elbow on his knee and holding his head in his hand as he shook his head in pure exasperation.

"Okay," Bobby stepped in, "What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing," Sam shook his head," No-... it's nothing."

"Come on now, you're bickering like an old married couple," Bobby pointed out. "No, see, married couples can get divorced, me and him?" Dean stood up, "We're like, uh, siamese twins."

"It's conjoined twins!" Sam corrected. "See what I mean?" Dean questioned as he made way for the door.

"Look it..." Sam sighed, "We've just been on the road for too long, tight quarters, all that," he told bobby. "Besides, it's not like Noah's exactly helping," he mumbled. Noah's head snapped up, "Do you really want to start with me? Really?!" he raised his voice.

"Okay, okay! Enough!" Bobby exclaimed, "Just... finish the story."

"Okay," Sam sighed, shaking his head, "So anyway... we figured it migth be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime."

• • •

"So..." Sam trailed, "How long've you been working here?"

"I've been mopping this floor for six years," The janitor answered as he unlocked the door to the professor's office, and turning the lights on, "There ya' go guys."

Sam pulled out his EMF meter as he and Dean strolled in. "What the heck's that for?" the janitor asked.

"Just... finding wires in the walls," Sam excused. "Ah, well..." he trailed,"Not sure why you're wiring up this office, not gonna do the professor much good."

"Why's that?" Dean questioned. "He's dead," the janitor replied in a very casual tone. "Oh, what happened?" Dean asked as though he didn't already know, walking towards another wall.

"He went out that window," The janitor pointed, "Right there."

"Yeah?" Sam inquired, "Were you working that night?"

"I was the one that found him," he replied with almost a smirk. Dean picked up a piece of candy from a bowl, popping it into his mouth.

"Did you see what happend?" Sam questioned. "Nope," the janitor answered, "I just saw him come up here, and, well..." he trailed, looking down.

"What?" Sam asked. "He wasn't alone," the janitor titled his head down.

Sam chuckled slightly, quiking his lip. Dean stepped over, his mouth full making look like a chipmunk as he asked, "Who was he with?"

"Come on! I ate one, maybe two!" "Just let me tell it, okay?"

"He was with a young lady, I told the cops about her but, uh, I guess they never found her," the janitor told them.

"You saw this girl go in, right?" Sam inquired, "But did you ever see her come out?"

"Now that you mention it, no," the janitor responded, quirking his head. "You ever see her before, or around?" Sam asked.

"Not her," he ambiguously answered. "What do you mean?" Dean asked around the clicking candies in his mouth.

"I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but uh..." he trailed, "Mr. Morality here? He brought a lot of girls up here, got more ass than a toilet seat."  He and Dean both laughed.

"One more thing, uh," Sam started, "It only has four stories, right?"

"Yeah," he simply replied. "So there wouldn't be a room 669?" Sam asked. "Of course not, why do you ask?" the janitor wondered.

"Ah, just curious," Sam shook his head with a small smile, "Thanks."

"Sure," he nodded.

• • •

"Well, no traces of EMF, that's for sure," Sam stated as he and Dean entered their motel room. "And that room 669 is a load of crap," Dean added.

"So what do you think? The professor's just a jumper? Legend's just a legend?" Sam asked, taking a seat in front of his computer and taking the electrical repair jacket off.

"I don't know, I mean the uh, girl the janitor described, that's pretty weird," Dean leaned back on the counter, throwing a beer bottle cap onto the table.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, leaning his elbow on the table. "We oughta check out the history of the bulding," Dean suggested, taking a sip of his beer. Sam picked up up his own beer, opening it before setting it aside.

"Hey, you think maybe we should call Noah? He seems to know a little more about this stuff than we do," Dean proposed. Sam nodded, agreeing, as he reached or his computer.

Dean pulled his phone from his pocket dialing Noah's number. After three rings, he answered, "Hello?"

"Hey man, we're stuck on a case, think you could make it to Springfield, Ohio?" Dean asked. "Um," Noah checked his map, thinking the route through, "Maybe by late tonight or early tomorrow morning."

Before Noah could ask on the case, Sam spoke up, "Dude, were you on my computer?"

"No," Dean quickly responded. "Oh really? Cause it's frozen now, on bustyasianbeauties.com, " Sam raised his eyebrows.

Noah chuckled, "Oh, good luck with that one, Deano."

"Yeah, I better go,"  Dean nervously chuckled. "Have fun,"Noah laughed as he hung up.

Dean looked to his brother, cringing for a moment before just ducking into the bathroom. "Dean!" Sam called after his brother.

"Would you just..." Sam sighed, "Don't touch my stuff anymore!"

Dean stepped out, "Why don't you control your OCD?"

• • •

"But did you dig up anything on the building's history? Or the suicidal coed?" Bobby asked.

"No, history's clean," Sam answered.

"Then it's not a haunting," Bobby reasoned. All three men were now pacing back and forth in the room to stretch their legs while they thought.

"Maybe not, tell you the truth, we're not really sure," Dean stated. "What do you mean you're not sure?" Bobby questioned.

"Well..." Noah sighed, "It's weird."

"What do you mean, it's weird?" Bobby cocked his head. "This next part, we, uh..." Dean trailed, "We didn't see it happen ourselves, exactly, but..." he shook his head, "It's pretty freakin' weird, even for us."

• • •

"Aliens?" Bobby questioned with a disbelieving tone. "Yeah," Sam replied. "Aliens?!" Bobby repeated. "Yeah," Dean confirmed.

"Look, even if they are real, thy sure as hell aren't comin' to Earth and swipin' people," Bobby shook his head.

"Hey! Believe me, we know," Noah agreed, crossing his arms as he laned back, kicking a foot up to the wall. A groggy Delta strolled over to him, allowing him to pet her topknot.

"Mo whole life, I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction," Bobby continued, "It's all just cranks and pranks."

"Yeah, that's what we thought," Sam stated, stepping from his spot gazing out the window, turning to face the others, "We figured we'd at least talk to the guy."

• • •

Curtis, the jock that Sam had spoken to a few nights prior, fiddled with the shot glass full of Vodka in front of him. He eventually picked one up and threw it back.

"Hey you ought to give those purple nurples a shot," Dean shook his head with a quiet whistle. Sam cleared his throat.

"So what happened, Curtis?" he asked the boy. The boy picked his head up, looking at the three, "You won't believe me, nobody does," he spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Give us a chance," Noah persuaded from his place atop the booth. He was seated on top of the back piece to the bench, where Dean was seated on the bench and Sam remained standing.

"I do not want this in the papers," Curtis pointed at Sam. "Off the record, then," Dean agreed.

Curtis looked between each of them for a moment, placing the shot glass back onto the table. "I, uh.." he started, "I blacked out, and... I lost time, and when I woke up..." he pursed his lips, shaking his head as the three shared a glance, "I don't know where I was."

"Then what?" Sam prompted. "They did tests on me," he told them, Noah could hear the emotion in his throat, "And uh..." he picked up another shot and drank it, "They uh... they probed me."

Noah couldn't help but pity the kid, whatever happened, he wasn't making it up and that much was evident in the way he spoke alone.

"They probed you?" Dean asked, clearly curious what he meant by that as Sam did all he could not to laugh.

"Yeah, they probed me," he kid said, sounding broken withthe bitter tone in his voice, "A-again, and again, and again, and a-again." He picked up the last shot and swallowed it, "And again, and again, and again, and again, and then one more time."

Noah cringed for the kid. "Yikes," Dean spoke, slightly shell shocked. "No, and that's not even the worst of it," Curtis fidgeted with the shot glasses in front of him.

"How could it get any worse?" Dean questioned, laughing slightly in confusion, "Some alien made you his bitch."

Curtis stared at him with venom in his eyes and Noah smacked the back of Dean's head. "Ow, what was that for?" Dean turned to him. "For being insensitive," Noah cut his eyes at him, before looking back to curtis, "Please, continue."

"They... they made me slow dance," he told them with his lip curled in disgust.

Dean pursed his lips, Noah stared at the table with his eyes wide, did this kid really think that was the worst of that experience? It once more took a lot out of Sam in order to not show his amusement as he too pursed his lips and nodded.

• • •

"You boys are exaggerating again, aren't you?" Bobby questioned. "No," all three of them answered in unison.

"Well then this frat boy's just nuts," Bobby reasoned.

"We're not so sure," Dean stated.

• • •

A big circle of grass was cut out of the front lawn of the campus, leaving blank dirt. "I'm telling you guys, this was made by some kind of jet engine," Sam told them.

"What, you mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?" Dean asked. "Well what else could it be?" Sam questioned.

"What the hell?" Dean and Noah asked in unison. "I don't know," Sam shrugged. "No, seriously dude, what the hell?" Dean repeated. "I don't know!" Sam exclaimed.

"I mean, first the haunting, now this?" Noah asked rhetorically, "The timing alone, there's gotta be some kind of connection here."

"You mean between the angry spirit and the sexed-up ET?" Dean inquired, "And what could the connection possibly be?"

"But what could we do? So we just kept on diggin'."

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

"Yeah," the kid nodded. "You heard what happened ot him, right?" Noah inquired.

"Yeah, he says it was aliens but, you know, whatever," the kid seemed to smirk in amusement. For some reason, it pissed Noah off.

"Look, man, I..." Sam started saying, emotion in his tone, "I know this has to be so hard."

"Um, not so much," the kid shook his head. "But I want you to know, I'm here for you," He said.

The kid nodded, pursing his lips. "You brave little soldier, I acknowledge your pain, come here," Sam yanked him into a hug, "You're too precious for this world."

• • •

"What?! I never said that!" Sam exclaimed. "You're always saying pansy stuff like that!" Dean excused. Bobby looked between the two as Sam sighed in exasperation.

• • •

Sam continued to hug the young adult, who awkwardly patted him on the side, "Yeah, uh, thanks."

"Thanks for the hug," The kid said, pushing Sam away, who said, "Yeah," with a nod, befre he continued, "But, uh, I'm okay, really."

Sam aggressively patted his shoulder multiple times before finally stepping back.

"To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming," the kid told them. "Why's that?" Dean questioned.

"He's our pledge master, put us through hell this semester and got off on it, so now he knows how we feel," he informed. Th trio nodded in understanding.

"Hmm," Dean humed, before seeing his brother getting emotional again, "it's okay."

• • •

"Still doesn't make a lick of sense," Dean sighed as the three entered the room, Noah shutting it behind them as they all shed their coats, "But hey, at least there's one connection."

"Between what?" Sam inquired. "The victims," Dean replied, "The professor and the, uh, frat guy, they're both dicks."

"That's a connection?" Sam asked as he opened his bag onto his bed. "You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it," Dean stated, settling into one of the chairs.

"Where's my laptop?" Sam asked as he inspected his bag. "I don't know," Dean answered, Noah just shook his head, he hadn't been in their room long enough to do anything. Sam immediately started to remove the sheets and blankets on the bed, moving everything aside while searching for his laptop as Dean carried on with his point.

"I mean, think about it, a philandering professor gets a dead girl, a pledge master gets hazed," Dean explained the irony. "I left it in here?" Sam stated with a questioning tone, holding up his bag.

"You obviously didn't," Dean responded. "Hey guys?" Noah stuck his head out of the bathroom, "Where's Delta?"

"What d'ya mean?" Dean questioned as Sam continued to look for his laptop. "I gave her to you guys to put her up here before we left, I went to get coffee from the lobby?" Noah explained.

"Uh, she's not in there?" Dean asked, remembering leaving her there with a bowl of food and water. "No," Noah shook his head, now growing concerned. "Okay, this is weird," Sam stated, moving to look on the other bed.

Noah searched around anywhere a German Shepherd could fit, while Sam dug apart the bed.

"Okay, hilarious," Sam sarcastically chuckled, "Where'd you hide it?" He asked his brother. "What, your computer?" Dean inquired.

"Yeah, where'd you hide it?" he repeated. "Why would I take your computer?" Dean asked with an exasperated tone.

"Beccause no one else could have, Dean, we keep the door locked, we never let any maids in, Noah was only in here long enough to hand over his dog," Sam reasoned.

"Looks like you lost it, poindexter," Dean smiled. Sam rapidly grew angry as his brother continued to stare at him with that stupidly smug smile, and he clenched his jaw.

"Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you!" Sam exclaimed. "What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around!" Dean responded.

"Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink? Your food in the fridge?" Sam continued to rant. "What's wrong with my food?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

"It's not food anymore, Dean!" Sam raised his voice. "It's Darwinism!" came Noah's exclamation from under the bed as he continued to search the room for any sign of his dog.

"I like it," Dean dismissed. "And you know what, all I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff!" Sam yelled, his voice deepening and growing in volume with each word.

The two brothers shared a tense stare for a moment before Dean decided to speak up, "You done?"

Sam clenched his jaw, shaking his head and turning around. Noah finally stood up and ran his hand through his hair.

"Okay, does anyone wanna tell me where the hell my dog is?!" he exclaimed, before sighing as he brushed his hair out of his face, worry increasing by the minute.

"We don't know!" the two brothers barked at him, which in turn, pissed him off, making him cross his arms. "You know, what would you do if I screwed with the Impala?" Sam asked his brother, making his point.

"It'd be the last thing you ever did," Dean cut his eyes at his brother.

• • •

"Did you take his computer?" Bobby asked. "Serves him right, but no," Dean answered, sipping on his beer. "Well I didn't lose it, cause I don't lose things," Sam pointedly spoke across the table. "Oh, that's right, cause he's Mr. Perfect," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Okay, what about the dog?" he questioned. "Somebody put her in my Jeep, back in her cage, and by the time I found her, she had nearly reached heat stroke levels because some idiot left the windows up," Noah clenched his jaw. "Okay," Bobby sighed, trailing off," Why don't you just tell me what happened next?"

"There was one more victim," Dean explained. "Right, now, now, we didn't see this one ourselves either, we kinda put it together from the evidence, but this guy, he was a research scientest, animal testing," Sam filled in.

"Yeah, you know, a dick," Dean stated, sipping his beer again. "Which fits the pattern," Noah nodded.

"Cops didn't release a cause of death because they had no clue what it was," Noah stated. "So we checked it out ourselves," Sam concluded.

• • •

Using a knife to twist the lock on the window from the outside into the correct position, the three tried to stay as quiet as possible, though Noah made sure that Delta kept close as they shined their flashlights into the room, opening the window.

Sam hopped down first, before Dean tossed his flashlight to Sam and stepped in as well. Noah handed the dog down to Dean before hopping down himself. and shutting the hinge window behind him.

Dean opened the cold chamber where the victim's remains rest, shining his flashlight on themas Sam found the light switch and Noah positioned Delta to guard the door.

"Well, this outta be quick," Dean stated. The three of them pulled the tray out and moved it ot the autopsy table, removing the sheet. All that was left were the bloody shreds of the mans clothing, a shredded remainder of a leg, and an arm, as well as what looked to be the remains of a bloody head.

The three of them looked away, all nauseated by the sight and slight smell, collecting themselves. "Okay, that is just nasty," Dean said, turning around as Sam covered his mouth, and Noah held his breath and closed his eyes.

"Uh, yeah," Sam agrred. "Mutilated?" Noah suggested, looking at it. "Looks to me like something was hungry," Sam stated. "They identify him yet?" Dean asked. "Yeah, a research scientest at the college," Sam informed, "Guess where his office was, by the way?"

Dean hummed in a questioning tone. "Crawford Hall, same as the professor," Sam explained, leaning down to look a little closer.

"That's right where the frat boy had his close encounter," Dean realized. "Yeah," Sam seemed to notice something, "Hey, grab me that thing, would ya'?" He pointed at the magnifying light.

Dean, who stood nearest to it, grabbed it and rolled it over for Sam to use. Sam inspected the thing he noticed, growing confused. "Looks like a... a belly scale?"

"Wait, from what?" Noah questioned. "Uh..." Sam looked for a moment longer, "An alligator?"

"An alligator in the sewer," Dean nodded, "Come on."

"Well, Dean, it's a classic urban legend, a kid flushes a baby gator down the toilet, and it grows big in the tunnels," Sam justified.

"Yeah, but no one's really ever found one, I mean they... they're not real," Dean shook his head. "Well neither is alien abduction," Noah countered, "But something chomped on this guy."

"This couldn't get any weirder," Dean shook his head again, glancing to the remains once more. "Hey, maybe we should get some help, I'll call Bobby, maybe he's run into something like this before," Sam suggested.

"If that doesn't pan out, I'll call Brian," Noah agreed.

"Yeah I'm sure they have, just your typical haunted-campus-alienabduction-alligator-in-a-sewer gig," Dean sarcastically smiled, "Yeah, its simple."

"We decided to search the sewer anyway, so we split up, we all took one sector of campus."

"Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, I found something, just not in the sewer."

Dean stormed into the hotel room where Sam was doing research as Noah gave Delta some water. "You think this is funny?" he asked his brother, rage in his voice.

"It depends, what?" Sam turned over his shoulder to look at his brother. Dean mocked him for a second before shouting, "The car!"

"What about the car?" Sam questioned, confused.

"You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot! You're gonna bend the rims!" Dean yelled. Sam shut his book, placing it down on the table and turning to face Dean.

"Wait a minute, I didn't go near your car," Sam shook his head. "Oh yeah? Huh," Dean reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash with a silver money clip, engraved with Sam's initials, "Then how'd I find this?"

Sam's eyes widened as he stoodup, checking his pockets, "Hey, give me back my money."

"Oh no," Dean shook his head with a bitter chuckle, "No, consider it repearations for uh, emotional trauma."

"Yeah, very funny, now give it back," Sam rushed after his older brother who took of his jacket to set on the bed, trying to grab it from him, but Dean deflected him, "No."

"Dean, I have had it up to here with you," Sam gestured with his hand. "Yeah? Right back at you!" Dean raised his voice.

Sam tried to grab his money again but Dean pulled away. Sam looked away before going for it again, this time Dean grew more defensive. Sam made an immediate reach for it again, ending up taking his brother by the waist and pulling them both down, crashing onto the bed as Dean flailed so Sam wouldn't reach the money.

The two fought for it before Noah reached over the pulled them off of each other sending each of them falling to the floor on either side of the bed, "For fuck's sake! Children! Stop acting like five-year-olds!"

• • •

"Okay, I've heard enough," Bobby interjected. "Anyway, you showed up about an hour after that," Dean concluded.

"I'm surpirsed at the three of you, especially you two," he pointed at the brother's seated at the table, "I really am, Sam, first off, Dean did not steal your computer."

"But I-"Sam went to rise to his own defense but Bobby cut him off, "Shh!... Dean, Sam did not touch your car."

"Yeah," Sam chuckled smugly. "Finally, Noah, neither of the boys left her in the car," Bobby pointed at Delta.

"And if you three bothered to pull your heads outta your asses, it all would've been pretty clear," Bobby stated.

The three of them stared at him in confusion, before Dean asked, "What?"

"What you're dealing with," Bobby said. "Uh.." Sam tried to think. "I've got nothing," Dean replied. "Me neither," Sam confessed. "Nada," Noah shook his head.

"You've got a trickster on your hands," Bobby told them.

• • •