The heat of the tavern was due to a broken air conditioner. Nevertheless, people were still enjoying the night by filling their bodies with the power of alcohol. Some were drowning their pain, others partying with friends, and some just regulars out for the night. A well built man in his early thirties sat at the bar, drinking his third Corona, without the lime this time. The bartender walked up and leaned on her elbows on the counter top in front of the man. Raven hair just dragged on the counter as she initiated conversation with him.

His name wasn't important. Neither was hers when he saw those bewitching green eyes. He thought nothing of it when he felt the soft heat escape on the skin of his wrist from her fingers. The poison she whispered in his ear was more than enough to make anyone forget of reason. When she stepped back, pushed another Corona to him, she smiled sweetly.

"I'm off in five."

"I can finish this beer in five," he smiled. She chuckled and walked down to the end of the bar, wiping down the counter and collecting empty bottles. As hard as he tried, he couldn't keep his eyes off her and he didn't really want to. No one noticed, or suspected anything odd when he left with her. Anyone who would notice was either slumped over his or her seats or in heated talks. If anyone happened to watch the raven-haired bartender and her healthy counterpart, cross the lot to the inn, they'd think; just another night, another drunk one night stand. But what they wouldn't have known, as the two walked into a room, was that she'd disappear by morning. As she closed the door and The Eagles sang Witchy Woman on the Ol' jukebox, they'd never know that he'd be dead by morning.

"Sam. SAM! Wake up sleepin' beauty!" Dean's voice sliced through Sam's bumpy sleep as he shot up, almost whacking his head on the roof of the Impala. Dean's chuckling annoyed Sam and it showed.

"Aww, c'mon Sammy," Dean tilted his head to look at him, "You told me to wake you when we got there." Dean looked back towards the road humming along to Metallica's Sandman, slightly air drumming on the wheel. Sam's look faded slightly as he looked for the nearest road sign. They couldn't be there so soon. He wanted to be sure they were almost there; it'd be like Dean to just push his buttons. Seeing no signs Sam sighed.

"Where are we Dean?"

"Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" Dean was in a real "joking" mood or how Sam liked to think of it "Smart ass mood". Sam thought for a second and then retaliated.

"Yeah, that means you're the dunce right?" he said completely serious. Dean looked at him and gave one of his "well aren't you prissy this morning" looks. Looking back at the road, he turned right.

"We're almost at the little town of Waterford." Sam's face was confused.

"Wait, Waterford? I thought we were going to check out that poltergeist in Dallas?" What the Hell is he playing at now? Sam thought.

"Jo called Ellen, who then called me, saying that she was going to take over that poltergeist cause she was in the area," Dean was surprisingly not pissed over this so Sam just listened to find out why, "Ellen told me about this little place called Waterford that has had some interesting deaths. Said it was worth checkin' out, so," here Dean looked at Sam and gave his signature smile, "we're checkin' it out."

"Wait, when did you talk to Ellen?" Dean chuckled.

"While you were off in candy land, mumbling about how the killer clown stole your laptop." Dean looked over at a now very uncomfortable Sam with a grin. He unmistakably heard a mumbled, "it was whacking me with it," and chuckled even more as he pressed his foot to the gas pedal.

The black Impala rolled into a dirt parking lot, throwing up dust behind it. Sam waited beside the car while Dean went inside the inn to book a room. As Sam was looking around he spotted a police car parked next to another at the far end of the lot. An ambulance was also present. There seemed to be no rush, if no one was rushing someone to a hospital, it couldn't be good news. Sam tried to walk a little closer to see exactly what was happening inconspicuously. He briefly saw a body bag being rolled out of a room and into the ambulance.

"Didn't anyone tell ya that curiosity killed the cat?" Sam jumped when he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to face a weathered Sheriff.

"Uh, sorry I was just… on my way back to my room." Sam ended it real lame and he really wasn't doing anything wrong but he lied through his teeth anyway. Well it's not really a lie; I'll get a room soon.

"Well, it don't matter. You best stay outta trouble in these parts boy, ya hear me?" Sam nodded, "I don't want none more bodies in the morgue."

Sam tilted his head slightly, "Uh. How many exactly?" Oh Sam your such an idiot "how many?" oh C'mon. The deputy got a little huffed so Sam quickly interjected with a "I'm sorry," Sam reached in his jacket and prayed that the Detective's ID Badge from their last case was still there. His fingertips touched plastic and he hoped it was the right one. Whipping it out, "…I'm Detective Rhys," the sheriff almost touched his nose to the badge to make sure but Sam pulled it back just incase it was the Biki Inspector one that Dean made him keep on his person at all times, just cause it was funny. Sam decided to continue like nothing was wrong. "I'm here with my partner investigating these deaths," He repeated his first question with a bit more emphasis, "How many does this one make?"

The sheriff pulled back and straightened up a bit. He then proceeded to cautiously look Sam up and down, "Seven. Seven dead inna month." Seven? In one month? Sam crossed his arms and tilted his head, "Anything that connects the victims in any way?" Sam could tell the Sheriff was getting antsy and wanted to get to the point quickly before the man decided to look at that badge again. The Sheriff bounced on the balls of his feet slightly.

"Well, notin' really….other than the fact they weres men in optimum health." Here Sam noticed the Sheriff hesitate. Sam stood a little taller and came towards the man. Intimidation. This guy knows something he's afraid to talk about. The Sheriff started up again, "Well..they was strange." The Sheriff defiantly was having an inner dilemma with talking about this. But Sam pushed him.

"What do you mean, strange?" The Sheriff shifted his weight; he sort of went into a trance and looked back out at the ambulance.

"Well, ya see, they all died the same way. Drowned it seemed like," The man looked a little frightened now. "They died, because their lungs filled with water but they was a sleepin' in bed." Sam backed up slightly and tilted his head.

"Wait, they drowned even though they weren't by any water?" The Sheriff looked up, and stared at Sam as if he forgot he was there.

"Yes, well, there's somethin' to explain everythin', like some kind of…overdose…I'mma sure you need be on your way, Detective." Sam knew this was the point in which to take his leave so he thanked the Sheriff and turned. Sam started walking back and saw the Sheriff head the other way, towards the crime scene. He saw Dean come out of the office and wave to him. Sam pulled out that badge, Bikni Inspector was clearly written on it. "Oh maaaan, I'm gonna kill Dean." He walked up to Dean and gave him a nice wack on the head.

Dean, taking clearly by surprised, stood there dumbfounded, "Dude, what the hell man?" Sam just walked passed him with a grin.