"Dean wake up. Your phone is ringing." Sam shouted from his bed on the other side of the hotel room.

Dean groggily sat up and winced at the screen to see who was calling before answering. Noticing right away it wasn't a call at all but another set of coordinates sent from an unknown sender.

"Who is it?" Sam asked.

"I think its dad, more coordinates."

Dean quickly jumped up from bed and went over to the laptop to find out what their next destination would be.

"Where do the coordinates lead to?"

"New Haven, CT or more specifically Yale University."

"That must be a sign; dad wants me to enroll back in school." Sam said smiling.

"I don't think so smartass. Look at this." Dean said turning the computer around to face Sam. "Two students along with a former Yale attendee were found dead on campus last week. All of the bodies were found with a suicide note but according to the handwriting analysis all of the notes were written by the same person."

"I'll bet those three people have more in common then just supposed suicide. Does it say how they died?"

"No, the police are withholding that information. Ready to go do some investigating little brother?"

"I always am."

Minutes later they were packed and in the car heading toward Connecticut. They arrived at their destination about fifteen hours later, both seemed more then happy to be able to stretch getting out of the car.

"So where do you want to start?" Sam asked.

"Let's try to find some friends of the victims, talk to them, and see what they know."

"This school is huge. We need to find the dormitory the students lived in."

"I have a feeling the one with the cop standing outside of it over there might be a pretty good guess."

"Great, we don't have time for this. We have to split up. You go to the dorm and I will investigate some high traffic areas."

"Why do I have to go to the dorm?"

"You look more like a student. Hell you are one. Plus you can talk people into anything."

"What were the names of the victims again?"

"Stephanie Miller, Daniel Prady, and Mitchum Huntzberger was the name of the older guy."

"Alright I'll call you if I find anything." Sam said walking towards the dorm.

Sam walked up to the dorm as if he were simply walking to his room. Just as he was about to pass the officer he reached his arm out and stopped him.

"Do you live in this dorm?" The officer asked.

"Yes, sir." Sam said clearing his throat.

"What's your room number?"

"124."

"There isn't a room 124. I'm sorry but I can't let you go in there unless you show me your room key."

"He's with me." The sound of a girl's voice came from behind him that he didn't recognize. When he turned to face her he confirmed that he had never seen this person before in his life.

"Yeah, I'm with her." Sam said a little unsure of what reason she had for doing this.

"Well why didn't you just tell me you were with Ms. Gellar young man." The officer stepped aside allowing Sam and Paris to enter the dorm's entrance.

Once they were far enough inside and out of view of the officer he tried to thank her for bailing him out of the situation.

"Thanks for helping me out back there."

"Dean why are you here? Did Rory call you?"

Sam looked around a little trying to decide if she was definitely asking him this question. When he realized there was no one else anywhere close to them he responded to her question.

"Who is Rory? I don't know anyone named Rory. And my name is Sam."

"Good cover, you're right we shouldn't talk about it out here in the hallway like this." Paris pulled Sam towards the dorm room that belonged to her and Rory and quickly rushed him inside.

"So did you know the kids that died a few days ago?" Sam asked unsure how she would take the question.

"Not personally, just saw them around every so often. I can't believe Rory called you of all people. I mean I know she is scared but I didn't expect her to ask you for help."

"Yeah about that, she didn't tell me exactly what was going on; I was hoping you could feel me in on the details." Sam said figuring he could go along with what she was saying to get some information.

"I told her Logan was trouble, getting involved with the Huntzberger's and this whole Life and Death Brigade thing."

"Life and Death Brigade? What is that?"

"It is an ultra exclusive club that only the especially elite members of Yale are invited to join. Rory would have never gotten involved with it if it hadn't of been for Logan. I don't know what they did, but it must be bad. Logan came for her in the middle of the night and I haven't seen her since. She did call though; she said she wasn't really sure what was going on but that Logan told her she could be in danger. So she left with him."

"Logan Huntzberger as in son of Mitchum Huntzberger?"

"Yeah that's him."

"So Mitchum attended school here when he was younger and he was also a member of this Life and Death Brigade?"

"From what I gather, yes. This club is very secretive though, no one really knows exactly who is involved with it. Everyone just goes by the rumors they hear around school."

"I see. So you have no idea where Rory or Logan may be?"

"No, they are holding a wake today for Mitchum but I doubt they would go. It would be too risky."

"Well I better get going. I should start looking for her, right?"

"Yeah I guess you should. Hey Dean?" Paris asked to get his attention before he closed the door behind him.

"Yeah?"

"I knew she wasn't over you. I'm glad she called and finally told you."

"Yeah, me too. I'll see you around later. Thanks for all your help."

Once he was on the other side of the door he shook his head in exhaustion. How could someone be that wrong about someone? He clearly isn't the guy she thought he was. Sam walked out of the dorm hall and called Dean to let him know where they needed to go.

As they headed to the Huntzberger residence Sam filled Dean in on how he was mistaken for someone else and was easily able to get information out of her.

"So you think this Rory chick will be at the wake?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. And even if she were there, how are we going to know? It's not like I really know who she is."

"But she knows who you are Dean. This is going to get way to confusing; we can't both be Dean's. Maybe I should come up with a different name to use while we are here."

"Shutup, don't call me Dean. You are Dean, my name is Sam. Please don't make me explain this to you again."

"All I'm saying is if she thinks you are this person as well, you should use the angle to find out what's going on."

"I really don't want to do that again. Besides I don't think it will work with her anyway."

"Why is that?"

"From what I understood of the situation they used to be involved with each other. I can understand the friend mistaking me for the boyfriend but not the person that was actually involved in the relationship. Turn here."

Dean continued to drive by the rather large house and parked farther down the street.

"Why did you park so far away?"

"I wouldn't want one of the BMW's or Cadillac's denting my doors." Dean said smiling as he patted the top of the car.

Sam smiled at the comment and both of them began walking towards the huge house. Moments later they stepped inside and received several disapproving stares from some of the visitors.

"I don't think we fit in to well here. Maybe we should have changed first." Sam said feeling unsure.

"Just relax. Keep your eyes open for that girl. If she's here I'm sure she will notice you, you must look somewhat like the old boyfriend. I've got to use the little boys room, I'll be right back."

Dean walked towards a hallway leaving Sam alone for the moment. All of the doors were closed, so he began to open them one by one looking for a bathroom. Once he got to the fourth door he was about to give up and go the other way until he saw the sad but very attractive girl sitting on the bed.

"Oh sorry, I was looking for the bathroom. First time here, I'm sort of lost, this house is huge."

"That's okay. It's two more doors down."

"Oh thanks. We're you related to Mitchum?" Dean turned around and asked before exiting the room.

Rory began to laugh. "No, thank God. I couldn't stand the man."

Just as Rory finished what she had said about his father Logan appeared behind Dean in the doorway.

"Excuse me?" Logan said to Dean as he brushed by him. "You okay Ace? I wanted to introduce you to someone."

"Yeah I'm fine, let's go." She stood to leave the room with him but as she passed Dean she smiled back at him. "It was nice talking to you."

"Yeah, you too."

Dean didn't think much of the encounter and proceeded to the bathroom. Moments later he returned to Sam.

"That took you long enough."

"I couldn't find the bathroom. There are like a million rooms in this joint and some of them have hot girls sitting on the bed in them."

"Is it possible for you to go anywhere without finding a girl to hit on?"

"No, I don't think so. Hey actually there she is over there." Dean pointed out.

"Dude she is so checking you out. Wow I mean she is really staring over here. What the hell did you say to her?"

"Nothing really…wait a second. She isn't staring at me, she's looking at you. You think…"

"Oh no, what am I going to say?"

"I don't know, but from my point of view she is definitely thinking you are him. I hate you, I find the hot chick before you even meet her and yet you still prevail over me." Sam turned around to face the other direction. "Sam turn around she's coming over here."

Before he even had a chance to turn around to face her, he felt someone grab his arm and pull him to the exit of the house. Dean quickly followed them to see what was happening.

"What are doing here Dean?" Rory asked in a whisper.

Sam looked back at his brother for a sign of what to do. He made a signal to him to go for it.