A/N...Sorry about the delay...lots to do...


The pretty young girl stood at the top of the stairs that led to the dance studio. Carin's Dance Emporium was on the second floor over Eddie's Hardware, the front wall mainly windows looking out along Pepper Street. The girl tapped her foot impatiently. She was a bit early for class, and so far she was the only one here. There was a small mirror on the wall of the landing and she fixed her hair in front of it, smeared a bit more lip gloss on and watched her eyes turn black.

The screak of the door downstairs announced company, and the girl's eyes once again shone a pretty cornflower blue. Giggles drifted up to her, and she leaned over the balustrade to see who was on their way up. Good. Senior dancers. She had no use for young children.

The two girls giggling their way up the stairs finally made the top landing. "Oh, you're here" one said, and the other giggled.

"Yes" she replied. "I'm here. Heather, do you think I can talk to you alone? It's really important"

The second girl, a petite brunette with too long bangs and an upturned nose screwed up her face. "Why would she want to talk to the skank who made out with her boyfriend, Cindy?"

The girl smiled back at her. "Because, Rachel, I have something important to talk to Heather about. Very important. And it's about her boyfriend."

Heather, another pretty blonde, smiled at Rachel. "It's okay, you go in. I'll talk to Cindy. I want to know what she's got to say for herself" She folded her arms over her chest. "Not that I will believe anything that comes out of your skank mouth. Sluts are not known for telling the truth"

Cindy just smiled back at her, a very calm look on her face. Rachel flipped her hair and stormed off into dance class.

"So, just what do you have to say to me?"

Cindy leaned forward. "Actually, it's something I want to show you, Heather. Turn around"

Heather huffed and rolled her eyes. "What the hell" and turned around.

She didn't scream when she saw the black smoke, mainly because it confused her, rather than frightened her. Then, when the smoke rushed at her, it was too late to scream.

Rachel got up from the floor where she'd been stretching and went out to find Heather and Cindy. Class was about to start and Miss Carin was a bitch if anyone walked in late. She looked out onto the landing, then down the stairs. Both girls were gone.

She grabbed her cell from her ballet bag and rang Heather's number. After one ring the call was rejected. "Fine" she muttered. If she wanted to make up with her ex best friend, and dump Rachel, well, then… "Fine" she growled. She did not want to get pushed back to number two friend again.

She walked back into class where Miss Carin was lining up the girls. "Where's Cindy and Heather?" she asked Rachel.

"I don't know. Playing hooky, I think" she said, her smile almost evil.

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Sam stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel…except there were none there. Damn it…why was Dean in this sort of mood?

"Dean!" he yelled. No answer.

"Dean?"

"What?"

"There's no towels here. Did you use all the towels?"

The bathroom door opened a crack and a towel cam e flying at him. "Room service left them on your bed" Dean called after the towel. Sam dried, and dressed, leaving his shirt open for now.

Dean sat at the tiny motel table eating and he looked up as his brother finally got out of the bathroom. "I swear you spend more time in there than a chic" Dean groused around a mouthful of breakfast burrito, and tapped another bag on the table. "I made you breakfast"

"Brewed the coffee yourself?"

"And put it in the cardboard cup with the plastic lid"

Sam sat and opened his computer, but Dean threw the paper on top of it. "They found another girl late last night. Same M.O."

"Mmm" Sam opened his greasy take away back and started his burrito while he read. "Another Dancer"

"I'm thinking we check out the body, then head over to the dance studio. First class starts at ten."

Sam frowned at him. "Okay, how do you know that?"

Dean waggled his brows.

"No, seriously, how do you know when the dancers start?"

Dean picked up his coffee. "Google"

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The morgue was in the lower floor and sub basement of the court house. Dean flashed his badge, Sam barely had his out when a rotund man who couldn't be over five feet grabbed his hand and started pumping it. "I'm Dr Thelspa, but call me Doc. So glad you boys came, terrible thing, these killings, just terrible"

He turned and grabbed Dean's hand. "Gosh you boys are tall. FBI breeding them that way now?" he laughed at his own joke, his red nose and shiny apple cheeks almost glowing. "Well, down to business. We'll be downstairs Helen" he called to the receptionist, and marched off down the corridor.

Dean gave Sam a bewildered look as Doc turned back, waving his arm to beckon them to follow him. "Come on, boys, days a wasting!"

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Cindy and Heather walked hand in hand into the drugstore. It was one of those quaint, old fashioned ones with a soda fountain and a long wooden counter with tall stools bolted in front of it in regular spaces. The girls were giggling and tossing their hair, playing it up for the boys that were lounging against the counter, sipping their sodas and catching up before school started. They were on a half day, school wouldn't commence until after lunch.

One of the boys, a very popular young fellow, judged by the shallow school peers for his good looks as much as his sporting prowess looked the girls up and down, and turned away. Cindy noticed and leaned over to whisper in Heather's ear. They both smiled and walked up to the uninterested fellow.

"So, Aaron, have we done something to upset you?" crooned Heather.

Aaron turned to them. He frowned and shook his head. "I thought you two weren't interested in a jock"

Cindy giggled, and Heather reached out and rand a finger down his chest. "Oh, baby, we're very interested." She stepped forward and leaned into him, her lips brushing his ear "We're very interested. Both of us. Together"

Aaron's face colored, his eyebrows raised. "Together?"

Cindy ran her hand through his curly black hair. "Oh, baby, you have no idea how interested we are"

Aaron grabbed he arm. "You're not just teasing, are you? Coz I've heard what the other kids say.."

Heather placed her finger on his lips, stopping his protest. "We don't tease. And we don't care what the other kids have to say. We just want to have fun, and we want to have fun now. If you're not interested, well, there's a lot of boys here who might feel differently"

Aaron stood up from his stool. "Girls, I could not be more interested. Lead the way, and I'm sure you'll agree on just how much I am interested in having fun. Together"

Both girls giggled, and took his hands and led him out of the drug store. They walked like this, one on each side holding his hands, his face holding a grin so big it nearly split in two.

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Doc had shown Sam and Dean the bodies, his face, for the first time, was grim. "These poor young girls were all from good families, not the type to hang out in the wrong places, or get into cars with people they don't know." He took off his little round spectacles and wiped them on a handkerchief. "There are no defense wounds, not on any of them, and they were all but cut in half."

"Any organs taken?" asked Sam.

"Heart and kidney only." Doc led them over to his desk, a cluttered mess filled with paper and reports, clipboards and dirty coffee cups. He handed a file to Dean. "We only released the heart bit to the media, but I gotta tell you, cops got no idea. I got no idea. What's your angle?"

Sam looked at Dean, and back at the height challenged Doc. "Demons"

Doc laughed, holding his ample belly. "Yeah, that'll do it." He tapped the file he'd given Dean. "You can keep that. It's a copy"

"Well, thanks Doc. That's mighty nice of yah" Dean smiled back at him.

The Doc's cell rang and he answered it, his cheery face darkening as he spoke. He closed the flip phone and looked up at the 'FBI' agents. "Saddle up, boys, there's been another one"

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The leafy park was filed with flowers, dogs and young families. The children screamed and laughed, the dogs catching balls, the young mums calling out for straying toddlers.

In the midst of all this was a taped off area, police milling about, cordoning off, interviewing witnesses. Dean pulled up the Impala at the curb closest to the crime scene and turned to his brother. "You wanna do the body or the research?"

Sam grinned at him. "Pick you up in an hour?"

"Unless I call you first" He opened the car door, a familiar screech accompanying the move. Sam slid across the bench seat and waved at his brother as he drove off to the local library.

Dean sauntered over to the crime scene, and found Doc's diminutive presence amongst the uniforms. "Ah, my friend, the tall FBI guy!" Doc exclaimed. The two cops that had been standing beside the coroner looked at Dean. One held his hand out "Crowney, and this is Hobson"

Dean shook their hands. "Agent Young. Pleasure"

He gestured towards the body, now covered in a blue tarp. "Same M.O.?"

Crowney nodded, his expression strained. "Yeah, exact. Like they're all staged to be matching. Bodies all positioned to look like they're sleeping, clothes on inside out. Weird"

Dean bent and lifted up the side of the tarp. The girl couldn't have been more than nineteen, her red hair was twisted into a soft bun, her arm under her head, she was on her side, and if it weren't for the fact that her eyes were open and he inside out t-shirt was stained with blood, she could be sleeping.

He let the tarp fall back and looked around. There was yellow powder on the ground, and he touched his finger to it. One sniff confirmed his suspicions.

Doc leaned in. "Sulfur was found at all the crime scenes. Don't know the significance yet"

Dean stood and wiped his finger on a handkerchief. He couldn't see anything else that may be of any clue to him. Except…what was that, over there?

He walked over to a small shiny object on the ground. He touched it with his shoe, and it flipped over. A cell phone. The cop Hobson walked over. "Good pick up. My guys have been all over the park and didn't see that"

Dean looked at him. "It caught the light. It's got one of those diamond covers on it"

Hobson picked it up in his latex gloved hands. "Diamantes'" he corrected. "All the girls are covering their phones in it." He stood up and saw the look on Dean's face.

"Dude, I got a sixteen year old sister. "

Dean laughed, then his expression sobered. "You must be worried about her"

"You got no idea. Cindy, my sister, she's the most amazing little dancer, cheerleader, very popular. Just like these girls turning up dead. I have grounded her before and after school, only dance class, practice and home"

Dean nodded. "Just you two?"

Hobson's face darkened. "My parents died three years ago. Left me, Cindy and my sister Janine, she's twenty. We kinda raise Cindy like we're her parents, not her siblings." They walked back to the body. "My parents had hefty life insurance policies, thank god. Don't know what we woulda done without them"

Crowney slapped his partner on the back. "Chewing off the FBI's ear? Bro likes to talk"

Dean grinned. "Got a lot to say" he indicated the phone. "Who'd she talk to last?"

Hobson flicked the phone open, and scrolled through the last calls. His brow furrowed. He went to text, and scrolled through the messages. His frown deepened.

"Well?" asked Crowney. Hobson looked at him with confusion on his face.

"All her last calls and messages were to Cindy"

"Your Cindy?" Crowney looked shocked.

"Yeah, dude. My Cindy. The last messages were from Cindy, asking to meet her here. She sent 'I'm here, where are you?' bout an hour before coroner placed T.O.D."

He looked from Crowney to Dean, then pulled out his own cell and hit speed dial. After a few tense seconds of hearing it ring she answered. "Cindy? Where are you?" he walked off as he spoke to her, and Dean turned to the other policeman.

"What's his sister like?"

Crowney shrugged. "She's your typical teenager, you know?" he scratched hi s head. "Pretty, popular. Bit of a flirt. She grew up all of a sudden when their parents died. But she's no trouble. Knows her place. Knows that she's lucky to have a big brother and sister to take care of her, and does what she's told"

Hobson came back and ran his hand down his face. "Cindy says she spoke to this girl, Maisie, and told her she couldn't meet her, she was going to school. She's there now"

"That's a relief" Crowney gave him a reassuring smile.

"Well, guys, that is good news." Dean smiled at them.

Hobson shook his head. "Not really, agent Young. You see, it's ten forty five, and school is on a half day. Doesn't start till twelve forty five"

Dean raised his brows. "So, were do you think your sister is?"

The young policeman shook his head. "I don't know. Lord, I wish I did. Maybe I should do a drive past the school and see if I can find her."

Crowney nodded. "Yeah, do that. I'll come with. You okay, agent?"

Dean scratched his head. "Yeah, I'll hang with doc till my partner collects me. Keep me posted, ok?" he handed the cops a card, and shook their hands. "I'm sure she's fine, man"

Hobson gave a half hearted smile. "Well, either way I'm kicking her butt"

Dean gave them a wave and walked back to Doc, who was supervising the loading of the dead girl into the coroner's van. He pulled out his phone to call Sam but the familiar rumble of the Impala beat him to dialing. He waved to Doc and headed to the car.

Sam stayed in the driver's seat so Dean took up shotgun. He filled his brother in on the Cindy situation and the sulfur.

"So, it's defiantly a demon, then"

"At least one. I'm thinking it's maybe Cindy."

"Sucks, man. And her brother being a cop, that's gonna make this whole deal so much more complicated."

Dean nodded. "What say we head to the dance school and check them out?"

"Yeah, sure"

"So what you find out?"

"Well, kidney and heart makes it a bit confusing, and the clothes inside out is another weird one. The library here is pretty pathetic, and the computers were down. I called Bobby, he'll do a bit more research."

Dean nodded. Sam pulled the car over at the hardware store. Dean frowned at him. "It's on the first floor" Sam explained. "And don't forget, Dean, the girls are under age. "

Dean grinned brightly. "Teachers aint"


A/N...I'll try to be quicker on the next chapter. Please review...any words will be appreciated...