Springfeild, Ohio was a town I had the pleasure of growing up in for majority of my childhood. And It's a bad habit of mine to keep tabs on the places I grew up. Any slight chance of a supernatural-being near the area and I'm there.

"Dean, it's my phone that's ringing-not yours, can you just-" Sam's voice was heard in the background while Dean cleared his throat, "Liv! It's been awhile. We were just about to track ya down."

"You don't say? I got a case at home, I was wondering how close you guys were."

The line was silent for a few seconds while Dean collected his thoughts, "Springfield?"

"Yep, my home guys in?" Sam was heard in the background saying "that's the story I was reading about".

Dean all but ignored Sam and finally replied, "we're about half a day's drive if we shag ass. Does little Liv need help on a case?" He snickered briefly before a punch was heard, "Ow! Sam, I'm driving here!"

I heard more shuffling of the phone. "Help would be very appreciative. I'll see you guys when you get here?" Dean and Sam mumbled a quick goodbye in the midst of their arguing and hung up.

"I won't likely see them till morning," I spoke outloud while sitting on my bed in the old l room I'd rented for the weekend. It was a bed-n-breakfast near the university campus and I'm honestly surprised it's still up and running. The house is creaky due to it's age but the halls are filled with the scent of lavender from the various candles lit. The old woman, Mrs. Goodwin, that owns the house clearly does her best to run it on her own. But the layers of dust and corners of wall paper peeling proved the place isn't what it used to be.

It's not late, and i do want some type of information before Sam and Dean get here. I stand from my spot, grab my coat and bag before leaving the room. The weather was dreary but I didn't mind the short walk to campus to check out the crime scene or hit the local campus bar to talk to students.

They always wanted to rant about professors.

"Be careful," Mrs. Goodwin called out to me through the front screen door, I nodded my head and waved back to her.

The night air is stiff but still manages to have a fall feeling to it. Puddles are formed throughout the area, a few students occasionally walk through one. Aside from that, my walk is quiet. I haven't thought of a reason to actually go inside the building, or why I need in the room the professor fell from…

This slowed my pace. "God, I really need to think things through more often…" My voice trailed as my eyes scan from the top of the building to the entrance at the bottom, a man was walks out and locks the doors. He pauses for a moment and looks me over. I realized my feet are still moving forward once he opens his mouth, "Something I could do for ya?" He had a crooked smile as he looked me over again, "You a reporter?"

Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. "Is it that obvious?", "I'm writing a piece on the professor that recently passed away." I shrugged my shoulders, "I thought I'd walk through the building, get a glimpse of his office but you've already closed up shop. I'll have to stop by tomorrow sometime."

I really honestly would stop by tomorrow. For now, I'll spend my time at the local bar.

"Hmph." The janitor thought for a second before his eyebrows raise in interest. He pulled a set of keys from his hip, "It's really not a bother to unlock this," he turned to open the door, "you gotta stick real close to me though. The kids are saying this place is haunted." His eyes danced with mischief while the corners of his lips pulled upward.

My eyes widened at how easy it was to get him to open the building for me after hours. I even glanced around the area, I'm half way expecting a surprise.

The guys face popped out the door, "you comin'?"

"Y-yeah," I quickly went up the steps and entered the building. The door closed behind me and echoed throughout the halls.

The janitor was a a few paces in front of me when he turned his back to talk to me, "You know much about the guy?"

"Somewhat," we took a left to go up a staircase, "Author, wife and a kid at home, was just given tenor-right?"

"Yep," he glanced back at me again. The moonlight through the window caught his eyes quickly, they appeared brighter and full of energy, a sharp amber color. As he turned forward the light reflected off his locks now, highlighting strands in his dirty blond hair. Pretty decent looking to be a janitor.

"Now, I wish for anything I say to be off the record" his voice had a hint of playfulness to it, I smiled as I took a legal pad and a pen from my bag.

"Your wish is my command." I clicked my pen and watched as he silently contemplated whether he wanted to make a certain remark. He obviously passed on it, bit his lower lip before shaking his head and unlocking the door.

It swung open and I stepped inside. The office was like any office I'd seen before. They seem to be the same. A copy of his book sat on his desk, not surprising. He seems like the type to keep it front and center.

"I always saw him as a bit of a show off," the crinkling of a wrapper was heard following by slight smacking of candy. I turned to face the janitor, he was casually leaned against a wall behind me.

"You don't say," I scribbled notes onto my pad, "Did you know him well?"

He scoffed and raised his brows, "No, but pleeenty of his students did. Especially the pretty ones." My eyes met with his, pleading for confirmation, "I'm serious. Even had a girl here the night he died."

"What a way to go," I mumbled under my breath as I continued to write, "so, you were working that night?"

"Oh yeah," he pushed himself off the wall to cross the room and glance out the window, "I found the body." He gestured out the window and I grimaced.

"That's horrible." He seemed over all unfazed by it, he really seemed proud more than anything. "What about the girl?" I only continued to scribble onto my pad, it was quiet for a moment. No scoffs, snickers, or smacking or his candy. I glanced up waiting for a response.

"You know, I told the cops about her but I guess they didn't find her."

"So, you saw her come in but never leave?" The smacking continued as he nodded his head.

"I told you, it's pretty spooky. The kids are eating it up." I couldn't help but scoff as he left the window to walk back towards the door. I scribbled more words while he plopped another piece of candy into his mouth and pocketed the wrapper.

"What was the temperature of the building like?" I laughed nervously, "my editor wants a feel of the building down to the T."

"Eh, same as it is now."

"No cold spots?"

"Nope," he popped the p.

"Any strange odors?"

"Na-da," the sound of another wrapper was heard despite him not even having time to finish the new piece of candy.

I let my eyes leave my writing and land on the carefree janitor as he swallowed, "quite the sweet tooth you have there," I went back to finish my notes before looking at him again.

"Don't you know it," his gaze was fixated on me and I felt my shoulders tense. Those amber eyes were just as sharp as when the light hit them earlier, they took in my figure once again and I felt as if I was glued to my spot.

I swallowed while my eyebrows twitched upward. Tell me why I'm feeling tension with a Janitor right now.

"Can I ask you another question?" The words flew from my mouth, eager for the silence to end.

His eyes creased at the edges, "Shoot."

"What do you think happened here? Was there anyone that held any grudges against him, I mean?" He raised one brow before answering me bluntly.

"I think someone got what they had comin'."

"Tch, that's a little harsh. Don't you think?"

I closed my legal pad and slid it into my bag along with my pen. The janitor cocked his head to the side and gave a half smile.

"Eh, what comes around goes around."

"Fair enough." I took a few steps towards the door, "That about does it. Thanks for letting me in," I smiled as we walked down the hall.

"Thanks for keeping everything off the record," he winked playfully and the corners of my lips pulled upward again.

The cold night air hit me hard once back outside, "Quick question," I turn on my heels to face him before walking down the steps, "Which direction is the campus bar?"

His eyes squinted slightly while he studied me, "Plan on picking up some college boys?"

A laugh left my mouth, "Please, these kids wish. I was going to talk to some students to get quotes on the professor."

He nodded while locking the double doors and pointing down the right side of the street, "Take your first left and you can see the neon sign from there."

I walk down the steps and spin to look back at the janitor, "Thanks for everything!" He grins and calls back.

"Anytime, sugar."