Sam Winchester is asleep in the front seat of the Impala, slumped against the window. He's been out for about an hour. He hasn't had a good night's sleep in weeks, so his brother and sister let him rest, even though they've reached their destination. But his sleep becomes fitful. Dean and Maria share a worried look in the rearview mirror before Maria reaches over the front seat and shakes her baby brother awake.

"Sammy, wake up," she says a bit loudly. Sam wakes up, confused, then sits up and looks around. He looks at the large building Dean has parked in front of.

"I take it I was having a nightmare."

"Yeah," Dean replies. "Another one."

"Hey, at least I got some sleep."

"You know," Maria begins, using the almost motherly tone that Sam has come to expect from her in situations where his wellbeing is concerned, "sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this."

"Are we here?" Sam asks, ignoring her.

"Yup," Dean answers. "Welcomes to Toledo, Ohio."

Maria picks up the newspaper off of the seat beside her and hands it to Sam, pointing to where Steven Shoemaker's obituary is circled. He reads it quickly and looks back up at his older siblings.

"So what do you two think really happened to this guy?"

"That's what we're gonna find out," Maria smiled, opening the back door of the Impala. "Let's go."

Sam, Dean, and Maria climb out of the car and head up to the hospital they were parked in front of. After asking for directions, they are directed to room 144, the morgue. As they enter the room, they see two desks. The empty desk has a nameplate reading 'Dr. D. Feiklowicz' while the other desk is occupied by the young male morgue technician.

"Hey," the technician greets, glancing at Sam and Dean quickly before looking Maria up and down.

"Hey," Maria says, winking at the morgue tech.

"Can I help you?" he asks, not taking his eyes off of Maria.

"Yeah," Dean states, trying to take control of the situation. "We're the, uh…med students."

"Sorry?" The morgue tech tears his eyes away from Maria and looks at Dean with some distaste.

"Oh, Doctor—" Dean starts, stumbling over the doctor's name, "—Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper."

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch," the morgue tech replies with a slight sneer.

"Oh well he said, uh—" Dean falters, then regains his composure, "—oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?"

"Sorry, I can't," he says. "Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then," Dean says, looking at Sam and Maria.

"Yeah," Sam says. Maria nods.

"Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade," Dean tries to reason with him, "so if you don't mind helping us out—"

"Uh, look, man…no," the morgue tech says mockingly, turning his attention back to Maria, waiting for her to offer him something he can't refuse. Dean turns around to his siblings.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear," Dean mumbles. Maria puts a calming hand on Dean's shoulder as she undoes the top two buttons on her plaid shirt. She steps up to the morgue tech's desk and leans over it, smiling seductively.

"Look, we drove a really long way," she says softly, holding her right arm against her chest in such a way that it enhances her cleavage, and using her left hand to gently stroke his hand on the desk. "And we really need to see that body. You wouldn't want me to get a bad grade, now would you?"

She leans in closer to his face, inches away. The morgue tech's breath catches a bit and he shakes his head. Maria smiles and stands up straight, leading the way to the morgue door, buttoning her shirt back up. The tech stands up slowly and unlocks it for them, leading them inside. Dean looks proudly at his sister, happy that she was able to get them into the morgue so easily. Sam, however, feels a little sad that his own sister had to use her body to get what they needed.

Maria didn't really think twice about showing off a bit of cleavage. If you got it, flaunt it, she used to say. Besides, she learned from a fairly young age that she could use her body to get what she wanted. Her father had even taught her the trick with the arm to enhance her bust; it sickened him to have to tell his only little girl that she needed to use her body to get what they needed. But he only did what he had to do, and he was right, anyway. Men are pigs. Maria already knew that much. And she didn't really see anything wrong with using that fact to her advantage. But don't get her wrong: she's a good girl, really. She's still a virgin, and she didn't seem to be in any hurry to change that small fact about herself, much to the bewilderment of Dean and the pride of John and Sam. Oh, she'd been propositioned for sex in the past, and sometimes she'd even thought about accepting. But that wasn't her style. And she had her reasons.

"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him," Sam says as the morgue tech pulls back the sheet over Shoemaker's face. "She said his eyes were bleeding."

"More than that," the tech replies. "They practically liquefied."

"Any sign of a struggle?" Dean asks. "Maybe somebody did it to him?"

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone."

"What's the official cause of death?" asks Maria. The morgue tech falters a bit before answering.

"Ah…Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?" Sam inquires.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"The eyes; what would cause something like that?" Maria probes.

"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."

"Yeah?" Dean says. "You ever see exploding eyeballs?"

"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor."

"Hey," Dean begins, knowing he might be pushing his luck with this guy, "think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh…our paper."

"I'm not really supposed to show you that," the morgue tech answers, looking longingly at Maria. She rolls her eyes and undoes the top few buttons of her shirt again. After staring at her cleavage for a few seconds, he nods.