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The news paper was opened on the table, partialy hiding under old folklore books, cups and notebooks. A computer near it was being used as we speak, a young man with long dark brown hair was doing some research. Another man came out of a room with a cup in hand and grabbed a sit in front of his compagnion.
“Morning.”
“Morning.”
“Have you seen the news? Another attack last night.” The long hair man informed him, getting the news paper and throwing it to the other side of the table.
“Still think it's a vampire?” The young man with light brown hair asked.
“Everything is leading us to it.” Answered the tall one.
“We should get going then.” The first one finished his cup of coffee before grabbing his jacket and the keys to his car.
The other one followed him to the garage and they jumped in the black muscle car, throwing their bags over their shoulders on the backseat.
“Hello Baby! I missed you.” The man said rubbing a hand on the car's dash.
“Dean, you drove the car yesterday.”
“And?”
“It's a car.”
Dean let out a sighed.
“Sam, when you'll get a car that doesn't let you down like she did for us for so many years, you'll come to me and say that you regret what you just said.”
“You have to find yourself a woman. A proper one.”
Dean gave him the look.
“And what? Marry her and have kids? Nah. I'm fine with what I have right now. Plus she wouldn't understand our job.”
Sam sighed with a smile. There was an hesitating from Dean before he added.
“But one day... One day I might do that... Who knows, I might find the right one, who would understand.”
It was true. The only person who would understand what they do were other people like them or simple witnesses who would never be able to forget what world they live in. Dean turned the keys and the car let out a roaring sound, just like a lion and off they were.
The trip to Jackson, Wyoming wasn't to long for the young men who were used to this kind of life. Dean stopped the car at a gaz station. While he was filling the car, Sam went to the bathroom to get change. He got out less than ten minutes later all dressed in a dark grey suit and a tie. Dean did the same and came out with a black suit, suiting his green eyes. They drove another half an hour before they parked in front of the crime scene. The fourth one in five days.
They walked to the policeman guarding the Do Not Cross yellow sign and showed him their FBI badges. He let them in and they went straight to the body on the gurney. The detective in charge saw them and got closer.
“I didn't know the FBI was that interested about this crime.”
“Agent Carter, this is my partner, Agent Rogers.” Dean presented his badge and Sam did the same. “What do you mean that interested?” Insisting on the word That.
“One of yours already came to see us. She left about five minutes ago. You guys should talk to each other.”
Dean gave a look at Sam, a bit annoyed, knowing their cover might have taking a shot.
“Yeah, they should. But we are here now so we could probably learn a little about this crime and we'll report with the headquarter. Maybe we'll end up working with... Her?”
“Alright then.” The detective turned and stopped the coroner from closing the bodybag. “Alexandra Martin, 22. Multiple bites on the arms and neck. We're not sure yet what caused this, but it sure looks like an animal attack.”
“Is there any witnesses?” Sam asked with the most credibility he could give.
“No. But you see that woman there with her dog? She's the one who found her this morning.”
“Time of death?” Sam inquired looking at the coroner.
“I'll have to take the body to the lab, but, with the rigidity and body temperature, I'll say between three and five this morning. The person you are looking for might still be around.”
“Thank you.” Dean said seriously.
Him and Sam turned to check on the witness. She was sitting on a bench and a police officer was interrogating her, she seemed a little shaking up. They approached them and showed their badges, again.
“Hey, care if we take it from here? Thanks.” Dean interrupted. “I'm Special Agent Carter, this is my partner Special Agent Rogers. Can we ask you a few questions?”
She nodded.
“Did you see anything out of the ordinary when you found the victim?” Sam asked pointing at the bodybag being lifted in the coroner's van.
“No. There was a little fog, I didn't saw her immediately. It's Coop who saw her first. He was barking like crazy. I think he might have sensed something, it could be the beast that did this to her.”
“Maybe. There wasn't any cold spots or weird noices?” Sam added to the questioning.
“Well it was colder this morning, but nothing extreme. And I had my earphones on so I didn't hear anything strange. Sorry.”
“It's fine. Thank you for your time.”
Sam went for a round of the perimeter to see if anyone would have miss something. Near the body dump, he found a few footsteps going all in the same direction deeper in the woods. Dean, on his side, asked around for more informations and talked to the detective in charge of the investigation about the other murders, searching for patterns. After almost an hour of digging, the partners walked back to the car.
“So, vamp?”
“More like vamps, if you want my opinion. I don't think one would have done such a mess, plus with the footsteps I found next to the body dump, I will be a hundred pourcent sure.”
“Yeah...” Dean added, thoughtful, leaning against his baby.
Sam opened his door and got stopped by Dean's exclamation.
“And a she agent?”
“What? Woman can't be FBI agents?”
“Never said that. But she almost blew up our cover.”
“If we ever meet her, you'll let her know. Now let's go get a room at the closest motel. We'll go hunting tonight.”
“That's my Sammy.” Dean smirked sitting in the car.
They left the crime scene not without receiving looks from the officers.
“FBI agents and ridding in a 67' Impala. What did I do wrong?” The detective declared at the officer near him, who answered by shrugging his shoulder.
The boys rent a room at a small motel at the end of the town. Sam got his computer out and started researching for maps of the forest around them, trying to get familiar with the enviroment before they left. Dean, on the other end, was cleaning the knifes, almost shinning them even if they were going to be used later.
At around ten, they left the motel and Dean drove to the entrance of the National Park. None of them said a word, trying to focus on the task. Sam went to open the gate and they adventured themselves further in the darkness of the tall trees of the National Elk Refuge.