A/N: So this is a new story, if you're wondering about the other one there's a few technical difficulties stopping me from uploading the next chapters but hopefully i can start again soon. please enjoy this new story and review, favourite whatever you want to do. ok cool, bye :)

Say what now?

Chapter 1:

Dean adjusted the tie on his FED suit mumbling something about "stupid monkey suits" picking up his fake badge and slipping it in his pocket he swigged the last of his beer and went to join Sam in the Impala. Sam barely looked up when Dean slumped into the driver's seat and continued to research about the weird death of one Judith Levi. "So get this," Sam began, "Judith Levi was out shopping when she fell out of a window and received injuries typical of a 50ft drop."
Dean pulled a face, "So? You know Sammy normally people who fall out of windows tend to get injuries like that." He murmured as he started the impala up. Sam exhaled shifting in his seat to turn to his brother.
"Not people who fell out of a window on the ground floor of a single story building." Sam said smugly, eyebrow raised.
"All right fine that does sound like an us thing. So what are we thinking vengeful spirit, demon possession gone wrong, cursed object in her shopping bag?" Dean conceded pulling out of the motel parking lot and onto the highway. Sam shrugged and put his laptop away.
"I guess we'll find out."

Three and a bit hours later Dean pulled the impala to a stop beside an ambulance and police car. Swiftly exiting the vehicle the brothers made their way to the sheriff line and flashed their fake FBI badges. Ducking under the tape they walked over to a rather grief stricken Sheriff. Sam held up his badge, Dean doing the same, and introduced themselves.
"Hi, I'm Agent Freewood and this is my partner Agent Samuels. What happened here then?" The Sheriff looked up at the giant man and exhaled audibly rubbing his eyes.
"Agents," He nodded curtly, "I'm Sheriff Davies, well Judith Levi is the vic, and she seems to have fallen from that window, "He pointed a short, stubby finger to a window no taller than Sam," and landed here and died like she'd jumped from the roof or something." Sam nodded and crouched down to inspect the mangled woman. Although her body was face down to the pavement her head was not, blood pooled around her spreading through the cracks of the tarmac and into a nearby drain. Her limbs were twisted and looked broken, as did every other aspect of her body. Dean turned to Sheriff Davies, "What can you tell us about her." Davies sniffed and half slapped a tear away.
"Well, she was awful nice had a real glow about her, she wasn't very sociable but when you spoke to her you knew she was a sound and good person at heart. She'd lived here for ten years, not many friends but those who she had, well they were very close. She has a seventeen year old daughter, oh my gosh she'll be out of school any second, sorry Agent I need to notify her." Davies hiccupped, bustling back to the sheriff's line. Dean swiftly followed after a quick nod to Sam.
"Mind if I tag along sheriff?" Davies nodded and motioned for Dean to get in the car. After a few minutes of awkward silence the Sheriff piped up.
"If you don't mind me asking why are the FED's on this case?" He asked. Dean half smiled at the oh so familiar question and replied in an almost robotic voice.
"Just in the area sir, seemed like our kind of thing."

Sheriff Davies pulled up to the local high school just as the bell rang out signalling the students' momentary freedom. Soon kids started filling out, laughing, and shouting pulling each other this way and that. "There she is." Davies said pointing to the doors. With a heavy sigh he creaked his way out of the car and picked his way through the throng on kids Dean following him looking for the girl. Suddenly Davies stopped and put a hand on the shoulder of a familiar looking girl. She had slightly tanned skin and a mess of wavy hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her bright green eyes were wide and concerned as she looked wonderingly at the Sheriff. "Can I talk to you Rina?" Rina nodded and followed the Sheriff and Dean back to the Sheriff car. "We've got some bad news for you Rina..." Davies began, he went on to explain that her mother had had an accident and had passed away; he told her that he believed the impact was instantaneous and she never felt any pain. Rina nodded along to all he had to say and leant back heavily on the car. Tears formed quickly in her eyes as she looked at the ground in disbelief. "I'm so sorry honey." Davies tried to console. Suddenly the car radio crackled to life and Davies left to answer it. Dean leant against the car next to her;
"I'm sorry for your loss Miss Levi." Rina nodded, still staring at the cracked sidewalk. "I'm Agent Samuels from the FBI, my partner and i will be working this case, do you mind me asking some questions?" Rina nodded faintly. "Is there any reason you can think of that would make someone want to hurt your mother?" Rina's head snapped towards him, eyes full of confusion and worry. "I thought she fell, an accident. Do you think she was pushed?" Rina babbled. Dean held his hands up, "we're just exploring every option Miss." Rina calmed down and resumed her staring contest with the sidewalk.
"No, i mean my mom wasn't sociable so she never got close to people she felt threatened by, although i remember a few weeks ago people were shouting at her for being Jewish. Although she isn't even Jewish properly y'know, only by blood not by religion." Rina sighed and shuffled her feet a bit. "The only person who ever truly hated her was her mother, my grandmother, but that's because she had me when she was eighteen. My grandmother didn't approve so promptly kicked her out of the house and disowned her. Besides she's been dead for five years now." Dean's ears perked up at that little fact.
"Your grandmother, what was her name?" Dean asked getting a notebook and pencil ready to jot down the name.
"Rina Levi, I was named after her for some reason." Rina shrugged. Dean's phone lit up with Sam's number hastily saying thanks he got up to answer it as Davies came back.
"Hey what's up?" Dean answered.
"Not much just the fact that the coroner just confirmed the fact that the vic gained injuries before she died but her death was due to a high velocity impact. i.e the ground. What about you, you talk to the daughter?"
"yeah, turns out the mother disowned Judith and her daughter as Judith had her at eighteen years old. Apparently she hated her, kicked her out and everything as soon as she found out. Oh and she's dead." Across town Sam smiled to himself.
"I say we pay a visit to the grandmother then."