wait, we were only kidding!

Who: Dean, Caleb and then OPEN TO ALL BOYS
Where: Boy's dorm
When: 3am

Dean hadn't slept well all night. He was in a dorm with a load of other guys, all breathing (and occasionally sniffling and snoring) at different rates. It wasn't really working for him, so he'd spent his time cat-napping and staring at the ceiling, telling himself that, no, he wasn't allowed to text Thia to see if she was awake - she probably wasn't. She was probably fast asleep right now.

Caleb was also not asleep. He didn't sleep well at the best of times, and generally, if he was really going to crash out? It was due to some level of exhaustion. Sleeping and he just weren't mixy things, all things considered. Plus, he was a paranoid motherfucker and he just couldn't relax in a room full of assholes he didn't know very well or trust. About the only one he did was Dean, so...right. Not sleeping. He was mostly just lying on his side, and watching out the window at what had been blackness, but now looked like snow.

Dean wasn't exactly sure what had attracted his attention first - attracted him enough that he quietly got out of bed in the darkness and started to head for the door. He could hear the storm outside, though it wasn't as loud as he thought storms should be. Snow was like that, he'd decided a while ago - snow storms never seemed loud to someone who was used to heavy rainstorms. There were other sounds he'd picked up on in the quiet, and it was something - he didn't quite know what, but it was something that just had him wondering.

Movement attracted Caleb's paranoid attention and he sat up, noticing at least it was Dean. Which could mean anything, the guy could be getting up to take a piss or, say, call his girlfriend over considering he'd done that last time they'd had a group sleep-over at the school. He reached up to drag his fingers through his hair, and glanced around the room to see if anyone else was obviously awake, but he couldn't see well enough to tell, really.

Dean ignored the movement as he walked towards the door. He figured that he'd get there, and be told to get back to bed by Mr... god, he couldn't even remember what the guy's name was. Not one of the teachers he had for any of his classes, at least.

"Sneaking off?" Caleb asked, voice very low, quiet. He remembered what his friend had told him about his hearing and so he didn't really want to wake anyone up, but he couldn't not say something to rib him just a little.

Dean stopped and turned, looking at Caleb, catching the words. He walked over to his friend's bed and squatted down. "Dunno, I just... I thought I heard something. Probably nothing. or I'm getting the whole 'we're in a haunted house' willies or something." Which he doubted - he'd learned pretty fast on the heels of his arrival in Marquette not to be afraid of ghosts.

Caleb found it harder to believe that Dean would get the 'willies' over anything, than he'd heard something. Not with this shit he'd seen him do or heard about. So yeah. "You're planning on investigating a scary noise?" he asked, sounding amused. "That's a two person job, isn't it? So when the first person walks out of the room and gets axed at least there's someone around to tell the others?"

Dean gestured in the dark that Caleb should go first. "If that's your theory, please, be my guest," he whispered. "If anyone's gonna get an axe to the head, it couldn't happen to a nicer guy," he joked.

Caleb flashed a grin, then headed over to the door. He saw a light underneath it as well, which was weird, but whatever. Opening up the door, he squinted at the bright hall lights being on, and went to step out into the hallway--and he immediately tripped over something, falling forward. He brought his hands down to catch himself, and just barely caught sight of red all over the floor before he was down in it, hand slipping to land him face down in blood.

For all that Dean had joked about Caleb going first so he'd be the one the masked inevitable horror-movie-style mass murderer would get, he was in fact right on Caleb's heels, near enough walking next to the guy when they reached the door, only slowing since they needed to walk through one at a time. Only then Caleb was down and in the hallway, Dean caught sight of what his friend had landed in. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, loudly, now really not worrying about waking people up. In fact, pretty much the opposite.

Caleb scrambled. He knew the smell of blood when he caught it and his cheek had bounced off the floor when he hit it. Being in kinda a puddle of it was definitely something that was clueing him into the fact that things were fucked, and hey, Dean's shout didn't change that opinion. He moved back til his back hit the wall opposite the door and he looked around, seeing a head. He'd tripped over a fucking head. That really just kind of left him blinking, wide eyed as he tried to make sense of falling into a whole lot of blood and tripping over a fucking dismembered corpse. Either this was a really really fucked up joke, or he was taking back all that shit he said about horror movies.