"So, get this." Sam was face to face with his trusty laptop, sitting in a dingy motel room on a dingy bed with Dean laying on the bed next to him, relaxed and ready for sleep.
Dead groaned. "Come on, dude, it's time for bed. We haven't slept for a whole week, let's just cool it for a while and catch up on some z's."
Sam ignored him, completely immersed in what he had just found. "Uh-huh, so in Portland, there was this crazy murder. Apparently, this wife went psycho on her husband and killed him."
Dean smirked as he rolled over so his back was facing Sam. "Yeah, that's crazy, Sam. Wife kills her husband. Really got yourself a good one there!"
Sam bristled. "How many wives kill their husbands by electrocuting them to death. With their hands?" He emphasized the last sentence, looking expectantly towards Dean, waiting for his reaction. And he didn't disappoint. It was Sam's turn to smirk as Dean slowly rolled over and sat on the edge of his bed facing Sam, defeat all over his face.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, did you say electrocute with her hands? Where there eye witnesses?"
"Yeah, the maid was apparently hiding in the closet and saw the whole thing go down." Sam couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. "She was cleaning their room when she heard them arguing in the next room over. She heard their voices getting louder so she got scared and hid in the closet. She said she could barely see them through a gap in the closet doors and, the next thing she knew, the wife had turned into this crazy looking green lizard with electricity coming off of it's body. She says the creature grabbed the husband and electrocuted him to death with it's hands."
By now, Dean had realized sleep was futile and had poured himself a drink, leaning against the wall. "Remind me not to get on that chick's bad side."
Sam rolled his eyes. "So, let's go check this out. It sounds like something we've never dealt with before, but definitely our thing."
Dean finished his drink and sat back down on the bed, shrugging his shoulders. "A hot, green, lizard lady that electrocutes people. Count me in."
Sam couldn't help but chuckle. He was too excited to get too annoyed at Dean's stupid jokes. Besides, he was kind of thinking the same thing.
"Do you think this is Wesen related?" Hank asked Nick, already knowing what he would say. They were standing side by side, staring at the victim who was charred black.
"Definitely." Nick replied, his voice breathy. We've seen this before, remember? The Matança Zumbido?"
"How could I forget." Hank responded with a sigh.
"Extremely jealous and extremely dangerous." Nick added.
An unknown voice entered the conversation. "Perfect combination."
Nick and Hank whirled around, turning to face the new intruder.
Two new intruders actually. In front of them stood two men, one slightly taller than the other, but both dressed sharp, in suits.
Nick glanced at Hank with uncertainty, crossed his arms, then addressed the two men. "Can I help you two?"
The shorter one pulled out an FBI badge, the taller one followed suit and responded. "Agents Petty and Dylan. We're here to investigate the murder of Bo Johnston."
Nick let his arms fall to his sides, exasperated. "Why is the FBI interested in this case?"
The shorter one smirked and Nick felt a flash of annoyance. "Not for us to say, pal. If you have any questions," he handed Nick a card, "you can call our supervisor."
Nick reluctantly took the card and put it in his pocket. "I don't think that will be necessary. Let's just try to make this as painless as possible. I'm Detective Nick Burkhardt and this is my partner Hank Griffin."
They followed the formalities, shaking hands. Sam motioned to himself, "Sam and Dean. It's nice to meet you guys."
Nick and Hank nodded and turned back around to face the victim; Sam and Dean followed suit.
"Yikes." Dean winced. "Looks like he got the bad end of a hair dryer."
Nick shot him a look of annoyance. "Yeah, obviously he got electrocuted to death. Thanks, Sherlock."
"Sherlock's the smartest guy I've ever met," Dean retaliated, "so thank you."
Nick opened his mouth to respond when Hank quickly jumped in. "The maid witnessed the whole thing, said that the wife turned into some green creature and electrocuted her husband to death."
Sam and Dean exchanged excited glances and Sam chimed in. "She said she turned into a green creature? Hope she's getting psychiatric help. Has anyone found the wife yet to question her?"
Nick shook his head. "She's nowhere to be found. We have an APB on her now."
Sam nodded, it was Dean's turn to pipe up. "What were you guys saying when we got here. Something about extremely jealous and extremely dangerous. And something about a Mata Zumb-something? What the hell is that?"
"Yeah," Hank said, "the maid said that there were rumors that Bo here was cheating on his wife, Jane, but the maid also said that Jane was an extremely jealous person and, if she did this, extremely dangerous."
"And," Nick stated, "a Matança Zumbido, is the name of the wife's favorite drink, according to the maid. It's irrelevant. We were just commenting on the strange name.
"Uh-huh, sounds like it would pack quite a punch." It was clear that Dean didn't really buy it, but he played along.
Sam interjected. "We'll go talk to the family and friends of the victim and his wife and see what we can find out if you guys want to focus on finding the wife and bringing her in."
"Sounds good to me." Nick said as he and Hank left the crime scene.
Sam and Dean turned to one another. "They know something." Dean remarked. "Why don't you go check out the family and friends I'll research this Matan Zum-whatever."
Sam nodded. "I think's it's Matança Zumbido, sounds Portuguese."
Dean snorted. "Thanks a lot, Sherlock."
Sam couldn't resist a laugh as they both left the crime scene, neither one noticing a woman watching them from behind a tree as they both walked across the front yard.