Currently listening to "Billie Eilish- you should see me in a crown" and keep imagining the reader on a thrown, a crown on his head, hands covered in blood and dead demons and angels around him. I honestly think that would be dope. Maybe I'll incorporate that in the story? Or is that over the top?

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Episode: Season 2 Episode 15

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~!

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~Hotel Room, Day~

Sam and (M/n) were sitting on the couch looking through books, Sam rubbed his face tiredly. Dean was sitting up on one of the beds, listening to the radio and eating something messy from a paper plate.

"Dude. You mind not eating those on MY bed?" Sam said annoyed.

"No, I don't mind." He eats another. "How's research going?"

"You know how it's going? Slow. You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer."

"Hmm." Dean nodded sarcastically.

"Can you turn that down, please?"

"Yeah, absolutely." The oldest turned the music up louder.

"You know what? Maybe, uh, maybe you should just go somewhere for a while." Sam yelled over the music.

Dean shut if off and looks up, snappish. "Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my cars all screwed to hell."

"Dean, I told you, I have nothing to do wi-" He was cut off by a loud knock at the door. Sam stood up and got to the door, he looks through the peephole and then back at Dean and (M/n), then opened the door. Bobby walked in.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam said.

"Boys." The man entered, hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Bobby." Dean stood up.

"Oh thank god, I didn't think you'd come faster." (M/n) said, head in his hands.

"It's good to see you again so soon."

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

"So, um, what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?"

"It's the job we're working. We, we weren't sure you'd believe us."

Bobby scoffed. "Well, I can believe a lot."

"Yeah, no, no, it's just, we've never seen anything like it. Not even (M/n) has seen this."

"Not even close."

"And we thought we could use some fresh eyes."

"Well, why don't you begin at the beginning?"

"Yeah, um, all right."

Sam gestured to the bed, Bobby picked up the empty takeout tray and peers at it, set si it aside, and sits down.

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

~Flashback, Sam's pov~

~Bar~

Sam and (M/n) were sitting at a table with a stocky jock boy and an attractive girl. (M/n) set down a voice recorder down on the table.

"Yeah, we both had the professor for Ethics and Mortality." The boy said.

"Yeah? So why do you think he did it?"

"Who knows? I mean, he did have a wife and kids. His book is like a really big deal. Then again...." She leaned in, conspiratorially, looking at (M/n). "Who's to say it was suicide?"

"Jen, come on." The boy scoffed.

"Well, what else could it be?"

"Well, you guys know about Crawford Hall?"

"No, we don't, actually."

"It's a bunch of crap, it's a total urban legend."

"Yeah well, Heather's mom went to school here, and she knew the girl?"

"Wait, what girl?"

"Thirty years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off, she jumped out the window and killed herself."

"You know her name?" The demon asked.

"No. But they say she jumped from room six-six-nine. Get it? You turn the nine upside down?" Sam nods, the boy laughs and (M/n) didn't seem amused. "So now she haunts the building. And anyone who sees her? They don't live to tell the tale."

"Well, if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?"

"Curtis! Shut up!" Jen yelled..

"You know what, uh...Thank a lot guys. Excuse us." Sam said.

Elsewhere in the bar, Dean was drinking a bluish-purple liquid. He slams three of the shot glasses when he was done. Sam and (M/n) walked up to him.

"Dean. Dean, what are you drinking?" His little brother asked.

Dean burped. "I don't know, man, I think they're called purple nurples?"

"Okay, well listen. I think maybe we should go check out the professor's office."

"Oh, no, no, no, no,no, no I can't right now, I've got some feisty little wildcat on the hook, I'm about to, zzzzp, reel her in. I'll introduce you guys."

A heavily made up blonde girl, wearing fishnet stockings and a tight miniskirt. Who was obviously drunk.

"Dean-"

"Starla! Starla, hey. This is my shuttle co-pilot Major Tom and (Whatever name you want), guys, Starla."

The draped an arm around Dean. "Enchante."

"Hi."

"Hello."

Starla gagged, covering her mouth, then looks up grinning. Sam and (M/n) were looking in disbelief.

"Sorry. Just trying to keep my liquor down!"

"Yeah! Good job." Dean confidentially looked at (M/n). "And she's up for threesomes."

Both looked at the demon, grinning suggestively.

~Back to the Hotel Room~

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute." Dean argued.

"What?"

"Come on, dude, that's not how it happened."

"No? So you never drank a purple nurple?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, maybe that, but I don't say things like "feisty little wildcat". And there was never a girl involved."

~Back to the Bar flashback, Dean's pov~ ((And probably one of my favorite scenes of all time))

Dean and (M/n) were drinking at the bar. Each holding a purple nurple.

"Here's to..." The demon said.

"Here's to us." Dean finished.

"My god, you are so attractive."

Dean grinning, pulling the smaller male in for a slow kiss. Sam approached behind them with an extremely dubious expression and his jacket slung over his shoulder.

"Dean! What do you think you're doing?" Sam said in an exaggerated prissy tone, having an extreme bitchface on.

"Sam, please. If you wouldn't mind, give us a few minutes." The Winchester said smooth and casual.

"Dean, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have any time for your blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah!"

Dean continued to kiss the demon as Sam kept blabidiblahing.

"Blah!"

~End Flashback~

"Right! And that's how it really happened." Sam said sarcastically, Dean just shrug. "I don't sound like that, Dean!"

"That's what you sound like to me."

Bobby looked at them, then to the demon at the table.

"I don't remember none of those ever happening." He said.

The man looked back at the two. "Okay. What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing. No, it's nothing."

"No, come on. You're bickering like an old married couple."

Dean got up and crossing to the kitchenette. "No, see married couples can get divorced. Me and him, we're like, uh, Siamese twins."

"It's conjoined twins!"

"See what I mean?"

"Look, it," Sam sighed. "We figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime."

~Flashback #2, Sam's pov~

~Crawford Hall, night~

The Janitor let the three, posing as electricians, into the professor's office.

"I've been mopping this floor for six years." He turns on a light as the four walk into the professor's office. "There you go, guys." He saw Sam's EMF reader. "The heck is that for?"

"Just to find a wire in the walls."

"Huh. Wow. Not sure why you're wiring up this office. Not gonna do the professor much good."

"Why's that?" Dean asked.

"He's dead." The janitor said bluntly.

"Oh. What happened?"

"He went out that window. Right there."

"Yeah? Were you working that night?"

"I'm the one who found him."

"You see it happen?" (M/n) asked.

Dean saw a bowl of nuts on the side table and eats one.

"Nope. I just saw him come up here, and uh...well."

"What?"

"He wasn't alone."

Dean came over, his cheeks stuffed with nuts. He's holding the bowl and continues eating them.

"Who was he with?" He asked, muffled.

"Come on! I ate one, maybe two!" Dean complained.

"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."

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

"Now that you mention it, no."

"You ever see her before, around?"

"Well, not her."

Dean was still eating and began to talk again, Sam glared at him. "What do you mean?"

"I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but uh.....Mister Mortality here? He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat."

Dean laughed, Sam glared, and the janitor grins.

"One more thing. This building, it only has four stories, right?"

"Yeah."

"So there wouldn't be a room six-six-nine?"

"Course not. Why do you ask?"

"Aw, just curious. Thanks."

~Back at the hotel, still part of the flashback~

They returned to the hotel, Sam and (M/n) sat at the table. Dean got a beer for them.

"Well, no traces of EMF, that's for sure."

"And the room six-six-nine's a load of crap." (M/n) said.

"So, what do you think? The professor's just a jumper? A legends just a legend?"

"I don't know. I mean, the uh, girl the janitor described, that's pretty weird."

"Yeah."

"We oughta check out the history of the building. See if any co-ed ganked herself there."

"Yeah, you're right." Sam opened his laptop, then stares at the screen, confused. "Dude. Were you on my computer?"

"No."

"Oh really? Cause its frozen now. Oh Bustyasianbeauties.com." Dean thought for a minute, frowns, winced, and retreats. "Dean! Would you, just, don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?"

"Why don't you control your O.C.D.?"

~End of flashback~

"But did you dig up anything about the building? Or on the suicidal co-ed?" Bobby asked.

"Nope. History's clean." The demon said.

"Then it's not a haunting."

"Maybe not. Tell you the truth, we're not really sure."

"What do you mean, you're not sure?"

"Well...it's weird."

"What's weird?"

"This next part, we uh, we didn't see it happen ourselves exactly, but it's pretty friggin' weird. Even for us." Dean said.

~Flash back #3, Dean's pov~

~Crawford Hall, night~

Curtis walks alone through the campus. He hears a noise and turns, startled, then keeps walking, laughing at himself. He hears another noise and stops, looking straight up. He walks more carefully, hands in pockets. Suddenly a bright light whooshes on overhead and he cringes, arms over his head. He starts running, but trips and falls, a bright beam of light shoots down and grabs him like a tractor beam, pulling him up. He screams and flails.