Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor do I own any of the characters, they belong to creators. The only thing that does belong to me, is the plot and any characters that show up. This is a sequel to More Than Meets The Eye,

Chapter 1

"I have searched through all of the articles and haven't found one thing that could help us find the bones," Sam said as he glanced up at his brother who stood by his bed looking through his duffle bag. "We are at a dead end, man."

"What was that girl's name, at the diner?"

"What?"

Dean turned to face him holding a shirt in his hand. "The girl who told us some thing's about the guy's death."

"Um, Rachel I think. What does she have to do with anything?"

"Okay, so what if she knows more than she's leading on," Dean walked toward the mini table placing a hand on the chair he previously sat in earlier that day.

Sam raised an eyebrow at him. "Why do you think that?"

"The way she talked about it, she seemed too interested. If she was just a girl who read about his death in the newspaper, why would she be so interested?"

"Could mean she was involved?"

"Exactly," Dean nodded sitting down on the chair. "The guy dies suddenly in his home, and when the police search the place for his body, it's no where to be found. So if she was involved, she must have—"

"Hid the body somewhere," Sam finished his sentence.

"That's right," Dean leaned back in his chair. "I say we find Miss Rachel, find out what else she knows and see if she's involved."

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"Who did you say you work for?" Rachel Johnson asked as she picked up some dirty cups off one of the tables and set them on the tray before wiping down the surface.

"We're part of News 8, KFMB," Dean replied holding a small notepad.

"We're here to ask you a couple more questions if that's ok with you?" Sam wondered.

"I don't know what else I can tell you that I haven't already mentioned before," she said as headed over to the counter.

"Did you know Mr. Smith?" Dean asked.

"No, not really," Rachel shook her head. "He came in once in a while for coffee, and we made small talk, but no I didn't know him personally."

"When was the last time he came here?" Sam asked.

"I don't really remember. It might have been a Tuesday," she told him setting the dirty cups behind the counter.

"Do you remember the time?"

"Around Five or so, I think," she said after a moment of thinking.

"Did you ever notice anyone who might have been watching him?" Dean asked as he wrote down what she has said so far to keep the lying going.

"No," she shook her head.

"Did he have any enemies?

"I don't know. Like I said, I didn't know him personally."

The questioning continued for a couple of minutes before the two stepped back outside and to the Impala.

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"I don't think she knows anything, Dean," Sam said as he made his way to his side of the car.

"Yeah, I don't think she does," Dean agreed. "Looks like we're back to square one," he sighed. "What now?"

"Let's go back to the motel and see if we might've over-looked anything in the newspaper."

The two climbed in, Dean started the engine and then backed out of the parking lot.

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Mishicot, Wisconsin

"Where're you been?" Ash asked Dean and Sam when they walked inside the Road House.

"Been doing jobs, Ash," Sam answered.

"Boys…"

The three turned around and saw a woman heading toward them with a hand towel on her shoulder.

"How are you, Ellen?" Sam asked with a kind smile.

"I'm fine. Haven't seen you around here for quite some time. I wondered if we would ever see you here again," Ellen said stepping behind the counter. "Can I get you boys a drink?"

"Sure, thanks," Dean nodded taking a seat at the counter. He turned his head toward the right and saw Jo, Ellen's daughter cleaning off one of the tables. He hadn't spoken to her much since the day she found out his father hunted with her dad, and got him killed. He looked back at Ellen. "She's still mad at us?"

"No, I don't think so."

"She won't talk to us, though," Sam pointed out.

"Just give her time," Ellen told him.

Dean looked back at Jo and saw that she was looking at him at the same time, but she looked away from him a moment later. He sighed and took a sip from his drink after Ellen gave it to him.

"I got a job you two could do," Ellen said bending down, grabbing a folder from underneath the counter and placed it on top of the surface. "I could use your help."

"What kind of job is it?" Sam asked as he slid the folder closer to him, flipping it open to take a look at it.

"Forest Hill Cemetery… as ironic as it may seem, people are going missing and then winding up dead," Ellen explained.

"Ironic for sure," Dean agreed taking another sip from his drink. "When was the last death?"

"Three days ago."

Dean looked at his brother. "What do you think college boy, should we go check it out?"

"Yeah, we got nothing better to do," Sam said as he closed the folder. "We should check it out later on tonight."

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"This must be where the last person was found," Dean thought aloud glancing at Sam.

"Why do you say that?" Sam asked heading toward him holding a flashlight.

"Because there's police tape here…"

Sam pulled out his E.M.F meter and turned it on, and then he stepped away from Dean, moving his arm around, checking out area.

"Got anything yet?" Dean asked doing the same thing with his own E.M.F. meter.

"Very little activity," Sam replied when he saw the meter flashing tiny red lights while making a buzzing sound.

"I don't get it…"

"What?" Sam looked over his shoulder and at Dean for a second before facing forward again.

"People hear stories about cemeteries, but yet they still go to 'em. They should just listen to what people say and don't be stupid and check for themselves."

"You know how kids are, Dean. They want to show off to their friends and act as if they are not afraid of some urban ledged."

"Then, they should stop showin' off," Dean mumbled heading toward a small mausoleum.

The two stopped suddenly when they heard crunching sounds near one of the trees behind them. They glanced at each other as they turned the meters off and stuck them back in their jackets before placing a hand inside the jacket, holding on to their hand guns. They stepped behind a bush, hiding from the new visitor, waiting to see who –or what- it was. The moonlight cast off enough light to see whether the visitor was a man or a woman.

"It looks like a woman," Dean whispered to Sam as he watched the visitor walk past the bush they hid behind and toward the same building Dean had been standing next to before she showed up.

"Ya think?" Sam rolled his eyes at the obvious observation Dean made.

"What the hell is she doing?" Dean watched as the woman stepped closer to the Mausoleum, and up the two steps that led to the door.

"We should probably stop her. Who knows what could be in there, and if it could be where the thing or whatever hides when it's not taking and killing people," Sam said pulling his hand out of his jacket.

"Just a thought… what if she is the reason those people are dying?"

The two stared at each other for a second after that and pulled out their firearm as they stepped out from behind the bush and behind the woman.

"Hold it right there!" Dean spoke up first, raising his arm up, pointing the pistol at her. "Turn around, and step away from the building."

The woman stopped in mid-action of reaching for the handle. She lowered her arm down and slowly turned to face them. The building cast a shadow over her, making it impossible to see her face. She stepped away from the door and down the two steps, moving closer to the brothers, and into the moonlight, which helped them to see what she looked like.

"Whoa…" Sam said the surprise evident in his voice while Dean just stood there too shocked to even try to speak.