Supernatural... But Better (Vol. I)

Chapter Twenty One

"Oh, no. No way. I'm not going in there."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on. Why not?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms. "Because fraternities aren't exactly known for having the best control around women."

He and his brother shared a startled look.

"Yeah, maybe it's better—"

"Wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable—"

"—college guys can be, well—"

"—fraternities aren't all they're cracked up to be, you know—"

"I honestly don't really want to go in myself—"

"—go ahead and stay here."

"We'll be back soon."

I couldn't help but smile to myself at their protectiveness as they got out of the car. It was sweet, honestly, the way they were immediately ready to jump to my defense. Certainly preferable to them being a bit overbearing about it, like they were about the beds. Although, honestly, it wasn't that bad. Sleeping in the same room let me sleep easier — aside from the nightmares — because I wasn't as worried about safety. Both my own, and theirs. If anything happened to any of us, we'd all be there to protect each other. So, while their original goal still rubbed me the wrong way, their intentions were good, and it still worked out.

Sighing, I leaned my head against the back of the seat, closing my eyes for a bit. Once again, I found myself in a situation where I had to wait to get the info on the case secondhand from Sam and Dean. Which meant I had nothing to do in the meantime. All I had to go off of was that the guy was killed by an invisible assailant.

Regular old ghosts were invisible, sure, but they couldn't touch anything, and they weren't inherently evil or murderous. Of course, there were poltergeists, but they were always tied to some sort of building, and could only affect things inside. And then, any sufficiently powerful being could make themselves invisible, but why would they feel the need to murder someone in such a way? Unless there was something else to the story....

Well, without any information, the easiest place to start was urban legends. I was pretty well-versed in them. After everything happened with my parents, and no one believed me when I said it was a ghost, I decided to do some research— well, as much research as a preteen could possibly do. Which was reading every Goosebumps book I could get my hands on. However, all R. L. Stine had to say about invisible assailants was that they were either someone who'd taken a disappearing potion, someone who'd abused a reflection-reversing mirror, or a human who'd been turned invisible to protect them from monsters. Not much help.

But, then again, those were the urban legends you told children. They were slightly creepy, but nothing actually dangerous. Like Scooby Doo. They solved disappearances, not murders. Whatever urban legend we were hunting in Ankeny, it probably didn't have much to do with Goosebumps.

What other urban legends were there.... There was a book, I thought, a really old one, about the morality behind an invisible man. He got away with crimes because he couldn't be seen, and, if I remembered correctly, he didn't feel bad for it because there weren't any repercussions.

But that didn't really translate either. No, most urban legends I came across while hunting were ones that dealt with the dead, or things existing somewhere in the gray space between that and life. Which meant I had nothing.

Just then, the doors opened. Opening my eyes, I saw Sam and Dean get back in the car.

The latter turned towards me while the former started the car. "We've got the name of his girlfriend."

I thought back to the case, how there was a single, unnamed witness. "Was she the other one there when the kid died?"

"That's what we're going to find out," Dean responded, driving off. "And get this— she's the daughter of a reverend."

I shot him a look. "Please tell me we're not going to church."