The couple was walking down the street, it was a dark and clear night. Mary and Mark had just left the restaurant and were walking back to Mary's apartment. They were in the middle of the park in town when they heard a rustling.

"What was that?" Mary whispered, staying close to Mark.

"Sheesh," Mark said with a grin. "Maybe we should have gone to see a horror movie as a first date rather than dinner."

"Mark I'm serious, what was that sound?"

"It was probably just an animal or something. Calm down."

"Alright... I guess," she didn't get to finish, because just then there was a twig breaking, and when they looked up they saw...

1

"This is Agent Angus, I'm Agent Young," Dean said, holding up his FBI badge next to Sam's.

"I don't know why you boys are here," the county sheriff said, leading the Winchesters to the crime scene. "We already had the CIA NSA and EPA down here."

"The EPA?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, they said that what ever this is could be a danger to the environment." The sheriff rolled his eyes.

They arrived at the scene. The man was strung up on a branch of a tree covered with lilies, the girl was sitting with the paramedics, terrified but otherwise she looked okay.

Dean looked up at the body. It was complete luck that they had been able to get this job. They had been driving through when they saw the ambulance and the obnoxious amount of pigs speeding by. The boys figured they'd give it a shot.

On the finger, Dean noticed a ring, he pulled it off and stared at it. It was a wedding ring. He walked over to the girl and held up the ring.

"You recognize this?" He asked her.

"It's... it's Mark's purity ring," She said, confused.

Dean suppressed a smirk. "Its a wedding ring."

If the girl's face could drop even more, it just did. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at her now deceased sleazebag.

"He was married?" She said, a pained look on her face.

"Yeah," Dean said, feeling a twinge of pity. "I'm sorry."

It was Sam's turn to check out the body. He looked in the jacket and in the pockets, it wasn't until he got up to the head that he realized something tucked into his hair. He reached out and plucked out a peacock feather.

"What the hell," he muttered. He walked over to Dean who was on his way back from interviewing the girlfriend.

"So the girl is a dead end," he said. "Couldn't get a good look at their attacker, but there is definitely something going on here. She said that the thing lifted Mark, the married sleazebag, and threw him across the green into that tree."

"Did she see if it was a monster or a human?" Sam asked.

"Human," Dean said. Same held up the peacock feather. "Uh, what's that?"

"Peacock feather. I found it on the... sleazebag?" Dean nodded, Sam shook himself back to what he was saying. "It was in his hair. I'm going to give Bobby a call about it, I've never heard of something that kills and leaves not only a witness, but a peacock feather as well."

"Alright, you do that and I will go bring the girl home, eh?" Dean said with a wink.

"Dean," Sam said with a concerned look on his face. "What about Lisa?"

"Lisa?" Dean said. "Sam, she broke it off. Its done, you know that."

"Dean, you're still married."

Dean looked at Sam, eyes wide. "How did you know..."

"Dean you wear that ring everywhere, its obvious."

"Alright, yeah. I'm married to her, so what? She's done with me."

"Yeah, but whatever this is, it's targeting married men who are having an affair."

"Blah blah blah," Dean said, turning back to the girl. "Say hi to Bobby for me." Dean started to talk back to the girl.

Sam sighed and headed back to the town so he could hail a cab. He had the strangest sense that he was being watched...


"Hey Bobby, its Sam."

"Hey Sam," Bobby's voice came from the cell phone. "What's up?"

"We're in a small town in Vermont. Married men having affairs and being killed but a human like monster. Whatever it is it leaves behind a peacock feather. Figured if anyone could find out what this thing is it would be you."

"I'll look into it, Sam."

"Thanks Bobby, talk to you soon."

"See ya, Sam."

Sam hung up the phone. He was starting to get worried, Dean's been gone for a good hour and a half. It makes him think maybe something's gone wrong. Just when he was getting ready to call him, Dean walked through the door.

"Dean," Sam said, turning to see Dean staggering, the stale smell of alcohol filled the room. "Where the hell were you?"

"I was with Mary," Dean said with drunken smile.

"Dean, you didn't."

"No, I didn't get a chance. She told me, 'It's too early.'"

"Man, you can't do this. We are on a job."

"Why can't you be happy for me?" Dean said, eyes losing focus. "I'm happy doing what I'm doing. It takes my mind off of your Lucifer problem."

"Dean, stop. You're not happy, you're miserable. If you were 'happy' with this girl, you wouldn't need to be drunk."

"Whatever, I'm going to bed." Dean walked over to the bed and dropped like a rock, fully clothed, and out like a light in 5 seconds.

Sam sat down on the other bed and put his head in his hands.

"Tsk, tsk," came a voice. Sam looked up and saw Lucifer sitting on the dresser. "They say alcohol is the devil's blood. It isn't, but it's pretty damn close."

Sam put this thumb to the cut on his hand and pushed. Lucifer flickered and vanished. Sam sighed and laid back...