"Agent Mulligan, FBI." I showed the officer my badge.

"Over there." He pointed to the backyard, but I went inside to talk to the family first.

"Hi, Mrs Bradshaw? I'm Agent Mulligan with the FBI. Do you mind answering some questions for me?"

"Oh, uh, sure." I sat down next to her.

"First, I want to say I'm so sorry for your loss." She nodded.

"I don't understand why someone would do this to Terry. She was the sweetest person alive."

"I swear to you that I will do everything I can to find the person who did this to your sister. I won't stop until I find them." She started crying, and hugged me.

"Thank you," she sobbed, sitting up straight again.

"It would be my pleasure to get justice for your sister. But in order to do this, I need to ask you some questions." She nodded.

"Of course. Anything to help."

"Did your sister mention seeing anyone follow her or anyone who took an interest in her?"

"No, nothing. She was seeing someone, but he disappeared a couple weeks ago."

"What was his name?"

"Dennis Wilson." I made a note to look into his case file specifically. "He was a sweet guy, too. They were perfect for each other. I think he was going to propose to her, you know."

"How often did you talk to your sister?"

"Everyday. I knew something was wrong when she didn't pick up last night, but my husband said she probably fell asleep watching SVU reruns. Terry did that sometimes, but I had to come check when she didn't pick up this morning. I couldn't find her in here, so I went out back and found her like that." She started sobbing again, so I placed my hand on her back.

"Just one more question. When you came today, did you see anything out of place?"

"No."

"Okay. Thank you so much, Mrs Bradshaw. Here's my card. Call me if you need anything at all."

"Thank you." I smiled, and went out back to check the body.

"You the FBI lady?" a balding man asked. He was crouched next to the body, so I assumed he was the medical examiner.

"Yes. I'm Agent Mulligan."
"Well, then, you might want to take a look at this." I crouched down to get a closer look. Two almost microscopic holes in two different places on her neck.

"Are those needle marks?"

"Yup. They punctured the jugular and the carotid." I sighed. "You seen this before?"

"A few times."

"And you never caught the guy?"

"He left no evidence. I'm gonna get this son of a bitch this time, though." I stood up, and walked away.

I knew exactly who did this. It was the same monster that killed my mother. But I knew what I was doing this time. I wasn't going to run. I was going to track down and kill my father. No way was I waiting for him to resurface in another five years.

"Skylar?" I turned around. "Hey."

"Hey, Sam. Dean." Sam smiled while Dean just nodded in my direction. A blonde chick got out of the Impala, and I thought maybe they really had moved on. But then I saw her face. "Is that-"

"Our mom, Mary Winchester. The Darkness brought her back."

"Wow." Mary smiled at me. "Hi."

"Hello. What's your name?"

"Skylar. It's nice to meet you."

"You, too. Are you friends with my boys?"

"Kind of. We worked together for a while." Sam shifted his weight.

"So Skylar, do you think this is a vampire?"

"Not unless vampires use needles now." He frowned. "Just a human psychopath, I'm sure."

"Oh." I accidentally met Dean's eyes. He was the only one who knew the real reason I was a hunter.

"Just a human?" he asked suspiciously.
"Looks that way. You guys are welcome to check it out, of course, but I really don't think it's anything supernatural."

"We trust you." Dean was still staring at me. I was pretty sure he suspected it was my dad and that I was going to go after him on my own. "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? Our mom's cooking."

"Actually, I have another hunt to work on."

"You can't stop for a couple hours?" He gave me the puppy eyes.

"I suppose I can take a break."

"Sweet!"

"Hop in," Dean said. "We can ride back together."

"Alright." I got in the back, but then I noticed Dean hand Mary the keys.

"I'll take the back for the ride home." She shrugged, and he slid in next to me. He had sent me a text before the car was even started.

Is this the work of your dad?

Does it matter?

Yes.

Why?
Because you get reckless when you think it's your dad.

Thanks for your concern, but I'll be fine. You know I didn't tell you the truth so you could stop me from hunting him.

I would've banned you from hunting vamps all together. You get reckless.

I can take care of myself, Dean.

Really? What about last time?

I glared at him, and stuffed my phone into my blazer pocket. I didn't need any reminders from him what happened the last time I had a lead on my father. The only difference was I was going to finish the job this time.