ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ (ᴘᴛ 2)

==Flashback – Dean's POV==

They are talking with another college student.

"So, you and this guy, Curtis -- You were in the same house?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

"You heard what happened to him, right?"

"Yeah, he says it was aliens, but, you know, whatever."

"Look, man, I- I know this all has to be so hard," Y/N says with exaggerated concern.

"Um, not so much."

"But I want you to know...I'm here for you. You brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain. Come here," Y/N grabs him in a hug. "You're too precious for this world."

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"I never said that!" Y/N says, looking at Dean.

"You're always saying pansy stuff like that."

"Come on, Dean. You are exaggerating a bit."

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"Well, um...Yeah, uh, thanks," Y/N releases him. "Thanks for the hug, it was very warm, but, um, I'm okay. Really. To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming."

"Why is that?" Dean asks.

"He's our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester, and got off on it. So now he knows how we feel," Sam turns to Y/N and claps her back.

"It's okay." She frowns. The three then return to their hotel room.

"Still doesn't make a lick of sense. But, hey, at least there's one connection."

"Between what?" Sam asks.

"The victims. The professor and the frat guy-- They're both dicks."

"That's a connection?" Y/N asks.

"You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it," Sam looks in his bag.

"Where's my laptop?"

"I don't know." Sam continues to search, getting more frustrated. "Think about it. A philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed."

"I left it here."

"You obviously didn't. I mean, these punishments-they're almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still -" Sam approaches Y/N and Dean.

"Okay, hilarious. Ha, Ha. Where'd you two hide it?"

"What, your computer?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah, where'd you two hide it?"

"Why would we take your computer?"

"Because no one else could have, Guys! We keep the door locked. We never let any maids in."

"Looks like you lost it, Poindexter."

"Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you."

"What are you talking about? We're a joy to be around."

"Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge, clothes on the ground."

"What's wrong with my food?" Dean asks.

"It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism."

"I like it."

"All I ask from you two, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff."

"You done?" Y/N asks.

"You know, how would you feel If I screwed with the Impala?"

"It'd be the last thing you ever did."