AN/: Don't own anything. Just playing with them.

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With a sigh Sam slammed what felt like the millionth book shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose already feeling the headache coming. Several days of research in the small town of Seonag and they were no closer to finding the reason behind the suddenly increased rate of suicides in town. Not that Dean was helping any with this...

He had spent the last couple of days holed up in the mythology section of the library, which was thankfully mostly deserted, and infront of his laptop but absolutely nothing checked out. No whatsoever reason for a bunch of people suddenly starting to kill themself. The only odd thing they ran into seemed entirely unrelated even though it seemed serious enough: 2 nights ago, when they were walking around the neighbourhood of 2 of the dead, they had felt some cold air creeping up on them just when the streetlamps went out. Sam had thought they were alone but soon enough he could hear some rattled breathing and pictures of his mother and Jessica burning flashed through his mind, followed by the view of Dean and his father in hospital.

They had scrambled to their cars and left right away but he felt horribe for hours after and he could see Dean was pretty much shaken up though he refused to talk about it.

Muttering a frustrated curse under his breath, Sam leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a few moments until he was startled by a woman's voice next to him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?", she asked with a british accent. She was really pretty, wearing simple jeans and a greay tanktop, rather petite and maybe 19 or 20 years old with red curly hair, freckles and blue eyes. With a pleasant smile and a questioning gaze she motioned towards the free seat at the table, slowly pulling out the chair.

"Uhm sure...", Sam replied slightly taken aback and shoved some of his books aside to make room for her.

"Thank you, this section is a lot more peaceful than the others and I like to come here after work for some quiet. Actually I have never seen anyone here aside of you.", the girl said, and flopped onto the chair.

"I'm Sam Winchester, what kind of work do you do then?" Sam asked with a slight grin as she slumped on her chair leisurely.

"My name is Bonnie-Rose Sterling, but most people usually just call me Bonnie or Rose. I'm nurse on the pediatric ward of the hospital in town. With all those kids it's usually pretty loud so some piece and silence is great. Plus this way I always have some new story to regal my little patients with. And you?", she replied and rummaged in her backpack to retrieve a battered red leatherbound book, reading 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' in golden letters on the spine.

"Just doing some research.", Sam replied casually. When he saw the title of Bonnie's book however, his eyes flickered over the woman, wondering why she would read a book like this. "That's...odd reading material."

"You mean odd like yours?", she deadpanned, eying him and his books on hauntings and cursed with a rather smug smile.

"Right, guess I deserved that, huh?" Sam replied with a sheepish smile, covering up his initial suspicions upon her replies by making a show of rummaging in his bag and 'accidently' dropping a castiron cruzifix-prendant in her lap. Only when she handed it back without flinching in the slightest he was at least partly relieved.

"And you are reading that for a reason?", the redhead asked and skimmed over the assorted books, taking in the titles.

"If I say no, how high are the chances of you believing me?", Sam replied with a sigh, considering his next options with the girl next to him. Instead of a reply, Bonnie just laughed and pulled over Sam's notes and started reading them.

"So you think these suicides are normal then?", she asked, "I heard about those cases but I didn't really think anything was really off about them. Found anything useful in those books?"

"Not really." Sam replied, not yet sure what to do about the nosey girl, but willing to let it play out for now. With her working at the hospital she may actually know something useful. Still her being so entirely unfazed about the idea of something being weird about the recent deaths in town made him uneasy.

"So?", she prodded with a pleasant smile on her face.

"Nothing really fits...", Sam admitted, thinking about his next steps but in the end decided on telling the truth at this point. "but two nights ago I ran into some kind of a really cold place. All lights were off and it was freezing. I remembered things, things I wanted to forget..."

Seeing his pained expression when Sam had ended, Bonnie just nodded and squeezed his hand before she spoke herself in a quiet voice, "Feels as if you could never be happy again, didn't it?"

"You know what's causing this?", Sam asked, clearly surprised by her reactions. From her tone he could see that she knew what she was talking about and that she was not lying to him on this, stil., "Didn't you say there was nothing off about those suicides?"

"Yes, and I believed that until you told me about what you saw...", she replied apparently lost in thoughts. "But I did meet the creature you ran into before.", she continued, snatching up her book. Hurriedly she flipped through the pages until she came to a halt and looked up at Sam again.

"Listen to this, anything sound familiar? 'The dementors are "soulless creatures. This phantom species who, as their name suggests, gradually deprive human minds of happiness and intelligence. The presence of a dementor makes the surrounding atmosphere grow cold and dark, and the effects are cumulative with the number of dementors present. They have a generally human shape, approximately 10 feet in height, covered in dark, hooded cloaks that reveal only their decayed-looking hands. Beneath the cloak, dementors are eyeless, and the only feature of note is the perpetually indrawn breath, by which they consume the emotions and good memories of human beings, forcing the victim to relive its worst memories alone. According to the author, dementors grow like fungi in dark, moist places, creating a dense, chilly fog'" By the time Bonnie had ended, Sam was openly staring at her, apparently stunned into silence.

"Sam are you alright?", she asked looking concernedly at the hunter.

"Yeah, uhm... So if this thing sucked their good memoried would they be devastated enough to kill themself?"

"Maybe," Bonnie replied, mulling over the answer, "You know if they were already mentally unstable to begin with it's possible. You'd have to get a hold of the medical records for that. Or maybe the families know something. Did you see how many dementors were there the night you met them?"

"Nah. It was dark, I did hear someone breathing nearby but I never saw anyone or anything hooded or no."

"But they must have been really close if you heard them breathing. There is no way you could have missed a dementor that nearby!", Bonnie replied. How on earth could anyone come that close to a dementor and not see it. They were 10 feet tall, how could anyone not see that. The only people who couldn't were... "Oh my god, muggle!", Bonnie muttered under her breath, not quite loud enough for Sam to make out any words.

"What?", the hunter asked looking at her with a questioning gaze.

"Never mind that now. Sam, why are you looking into all this?", she asked, urgency and concern clearly noticable in her voice. Why would a muggle try to get involved with something that gave a lot of witches and wizards a run for their money? She had just assumed he was one of them too because of the nature of his research but apparently she had been so wrong.

Being questioned like this, Sam narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly the girl knew more than she was letting on. A move of pace was clearly in order.

"Hey, uhm this place is gonna close soon," Sam started, pointing at his watch and stuffed hisbooks into his bag, before going on, "I'm not staying far from here and this is probably not something a stranger should stumble upon. How about we go to my place, have a beer or so and you tell me more about this?"