"So get this," Sam said to Dean as he paced the bunker. "A man was killed in Salina, Kansas 2 nights ago. They say his heart was beating so fast it killed him."
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked up. "Ok," he said. "How does this make it our problem?"
Sam, as usual, rolled his eyes. "This guy had no health problems whatsoever. He was basically killed by fear."
Dean recalled the time they hunted a buruburu. He didn't want anything to do with ghost sickness this time. "Any other related deaths?"
"Um," Sam said, scrolling down the article. "Yeah. His wife's brother in law was apparently shot in the head, but they haven't found any traces of who it might be."
"Hit the road?"
"Hit the road."
…..
Lucky for them, Salinas wasn't very far. In fact, it was too close for their liking.
They had missed the funeral, but found members of his family mourning at his home.
His wife and her sister were there along with his daughter, looking as miserable as possible.
When they arrived at the driveway, they found his daughter talking to someone, a male, around her age.
"Listen, Luke, I know you mean well, but right now my mom and aunt really don't want anything to do with anyone," she said to him.
He nodded his head, and saw Sam and Dean pull out their FBI badges. "I'll get going."
"I'm Agent Clark, this is Agent Gonzales," Dean said.
The girl nodded her head. "I'm Leila," she said extending her arm.
They each shook her hand, and Sam and Dean could both tell her eyes were swollen and puffy from crying.
"Luke, is he your boyfriend?" Sam asked, putting his badge away.
She laughed slightly. "No, we're just," she paused. "What do you call it again? Oh, right. 'Just friends.' Yeah."
Dean found a trace of annoyance in her tone, but decided to ignore it.
"Anyway, we're here to ask about the death of your uncle, and even possibly your father," he said. "But if your mom and aunt don't want to see anyone right now, we can come back another time."
"Actually, I can answer any questions you have," she said. "It's not a problem for me."
She looked about 15 years old, but her eyes seemed old, from all of the crying.
"Well," Dean said. "Did your uncle have enemies? Like, anyone that would try to hurt him?"
She considered the question for a few seconds. "Just one," she said. "But unless people come back from the dead, it couldn't have been him."
Sam squinted his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She looked down, debating whether or not to speak. "Well, he's dead, so it couldn't hurt to tell some authority," she answered. "A few weeks ago, a robber got into his house, tried to do the do with my aunt, and he shot him dead. After that, they got really paranoid, so they moved in with us."
The brothers nodded their head. "Do you have any identity of this robber?" Sam asked.
"No," she said. "As far as I'm concerned, they burned the entire house down while his dead body was in there."
Dean's eyes widened. "Yeah, I have a family of psychopaths," she said.
"Okay," Sam said slowly. "And what about your dad? Did he seem really paranoid or scared a day or two before his death?"
She shook her head. "No," she said. "That's the thing. He was acting completely normal around mom. And she was pretty normal with him too."
"Normal?" Dean asked. "Did he kill someone too?"
Leila's head hung in embarrassment. "No," she said. "He cheated on mom. She caught him and everything. He said sorry, and they just went on. He never did it again."
"You mean he never did her again," Dean said, slightly smiling, and then stopping when he saw Sam's bitchface.
"So, what?" Sam asked. "Your family is just ok with all of this happening? They don't say anything about each other?"
"No," she said. "Our extended family doesn't know about any of this. It's… a secret."
"Well," Dean said. "Nice meeting you Leila. We'll let you know if we need anything. Here's our cards in case you have any questions."