Disclaimer: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the OCs you can read the previous episodes.

My Bloody Valentine

"Alright, here are the bodies. Well, what's left of them." He pulled the sheets back one at a time on the two tables. The young couple were horribly mutilated with human bite sized chunks taken out all over their bodies. How could anyone do this, to themselves?

Kayla gasped quietly and clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God."

"Gruesome, I know." He shook his head. "The um, victims I guess you'd say, died of blood loss and the obvious damage to vital organs."

Dean glanced through his paperwork. "Yeah the report said they…ate each other, to death." He stared at the carnage.

"And boy did they." He put on a glove and moved the parts around to show them the stomach of the man. "Their stomachs are completely full. Notice how the sac has thinned out. They nearly burst."

"Excuse me." Kayla cleared her throat, she looked pale. "Bathroom?"

Dean tried not to laugh. "You're not feeling squeamish, Agent Jett?"

"That, is disgusting."

"She wouldn't be the first on this case." The coroner motioned to the swinging doors. "Right across the hall."

"Thank you." She excused herself.

"Her roommate found the bodies?"

"Yes, well, the woman was dead. Her boyfriend on the other hand, God knows how but he was barely alive. She said he was still chewing."

He shrugged off the image. "Well, my partner will be glad she didn't hear that part."

"I would imagine."

Kayla came in but made a point not to look back at the tables. "Could we get a copy of your report?"

"Of course." He headed to the desk. "I already have it prepared for you. There were no drugs in the system though, there wasn't even alcohol."

Dean took the file from him. "It's a crazy world."

On the way back to the room, he stopped to fill up the Impala and got distracted cleaning the windows. Kayla called Sam, not so much to see if he had found anything, but to see how long he'd be out.

"No, nothing yet." He told her. "I had to wait on the roommate, she just showed up."

"Alright, well, I'm taking your brother back to the room then. If that's alright with you."

"No, it's not." He teased. "It's not past dark."

"Knock first." She hung up as Dean got back into the car. "The girl just showed up."

"Alright." He sifted through the bag in his lap, but instead of the beer bottle she expected, he handed her a can of ginger ale. She smiled; she hadn't asked for anything because she felt fine as soon as they left the coroner's. After all, they'd seen a lot more carnage than that mess. Not that she'd tell him that now.

"Thanks."

He seemed to realize how out uncharacteristic of him it was. "If I'd known you were gonna be such a wuss about it, I woulda brought Sam."

"No you wouldn't." She laughed. "I'll work on it."

"Make sure you do."