"What if your sister comes in?" the woman whose name escaped Cam's mind panted as she came up to breathe. The settled blonde hair she'd been found in was now tousled over her petite shoulders.

Below her, Cam lay on her back, hands on the woman's bare waist. "I promise she won't. I gave her a long grocery list." She chuckled and pushed herself up to meet the woman's lips with hers.

"Cam, I found some— oh Jesus!" Cam's head snapped to the now open door where her younger sister, Ava stood with plastic bags hanging from her fingers.

"I guess it wasn't that long." The woman scoffed, pushed herself off the bed and collected her clothes that lay a few feet away from the bed.

"You don't have to go." Cam followed her around the room, trying to convince her to stay, failing miserably. Ava had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

The woman whispered, "Sorry, sweetheart," as she rushed past Ava and out of the motel room.

As Ava set the groceries down, Cam groaned and spoke profanities under her breath.

"Please tell your prostitutes not to treat me like a child," Ava said, ignoring her sister's comments.

"Hey! They don't like that word," Cam said as if she cared. "Don't roll your eyes at me." She knew Ava enough to predict when she would.

Ava did anyway as she sat in front of her laptop. Cam couldn't help but notice her playing around with the bar pierced through her tongue and twirling her curls in her finger as she did when she concentrated. She noticed these small habits about her ever since she was forced to take care of her when her parents died four years ago.

"A few towns over, there were five deaths in the past two days," Ava said, the glow of the screen shining on her face. "Last week there were seven. Victims were found with pentagrams on their foreheads and all their teeth missing. Gross."

Having piqued Cam's interest, she rushed to Ava's side. "If we find the teeth, I'm keeping them," she said.

"Why are we related?" Ava complained, making a sound of disgust. "Go put on some clothes. There's nothing I want to see les than you half naked."

"Just a reminder that I'm older and you can't tell me what to do."

"Tell me that again with clothes on." Ava stared at the laptop screen pretending she hadn't heard Cam. "I want to leave now."

"I'm driving." Cam figured that if she said it enough, Ava would let her.

"My car," Ava said, flashing her sister a grin.

"It wasn't my fault that damn demon drove off in my car." Cam passed her hands through her short brown hair and groaned, feeling powerless having to rely on her younger sister to drive them to their hunts.

"And now you're stuck with the Jeep." Ava stood with the notes she had taken in her little black notebook stuffed with information on all their past hunts. It was a bunch of crap for Cam, but Ava enjoyed keeping journals, ever since she was little. It was one of the few customs she kept since their lives became about hunting creatures.

Amado, Arizona

Population: 304

Victims without teeth and pentagrams on foreheads—

"Ava!" Cam's voice pulled her out of her concentration as she wrote in her notebook.

Cam and the waitress stared at her until she gave her order. Though, Ava was more interested in the investigation.

"Do you happen to know anything about the deaths from last week?" she asked the waitress.

The woman's kind smile dropped, replaced with a look of concern. She laughed nervously as if hiding something. "Those poor folks. That was a terrible accident they were in, cupcake."

"Accident?" Cam intervened. "The people were found with their teeth ripped off. I don't know any accident that can cause that."

Ava saw the expression on the waitress' face shift to impatience. "If you know what's good for you, you'd quit asking questions," she snapped, then stormed off.

"What the hell?" Cam said with her brows furrowed.

"Do you think she was hiding something?" Ava asked, glancing around the diner. "The entire diner is staring at us."

"Act natural, Agent Daily," Cam said, using her false FBI name. "Don't let them know you're curious," she whispered. "We wouldn't want to be next."

"Agents Daily and Robinson," Cam answered the mortician, flashing her fake badge. She and Ava wore their suits to make their act more believable. "We'd like to see the bodies."

The mortician, a man that seemed too young to work in a mortuary, looked them up and down suspiciously. "We have a lot of bodies here, sweetheart."

"The most recent deaths, please." Ava interrupted, before Cam made a comment about the pet names she despised.

"Aren't you a bit young to be a mortician?" Cam asked, avoiding what was really on her mind.

The man shot her a venomous look before leading them further down the mortuary.

"This is the most recent," he said circling the examining table.

The body of a middle-aged man lay, covered in rigor. After slipping on the gloves the mortician had provided, Ava lifted the man's lip to find all his teeth in tact.

"We want to see the murders," she said. "Where the victims had their teeth pulled out."

The man laughed. "We are a peaceful town, dear. There's none of that here. Hurry it up, now."

Ava followed the man's eyes as he walked away in order to see through his obvious lies.

"These people are hiding something," she said once she was sure he was out of hearing range. "I can tell."

"Maybe the article you saw was fake," Cam said glancing up at Ava.

"I want to go to the library to research this place," Ava said as if she hadn't heard her sister."

"Nerd," said Cam. "I'll ask around; see if there's anyone who will talk."