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Werewolf? No.

(The next morning)

-Sam-

The sun streamed through the window of the motel room. There was a close of a door. "What?" Sam said with a start cutting his snore in half.

"Oh good you're up." Dean smirked.

"Yeah, so how was your night?" Sam asked rubbing his eyes and throwing his legs over the side of the bed.

"Well she was good in bed if that's what you mean." Dean chuckled taking his leather jacket off and throwing it on the table.

"So while you guys were at it, did you find out any useful information?"

"Yeah I found out she can do this thing with her leg where she-"

"Shut up dude I don't want to hear the details of your night. So you didn't find out any information that would help us with our case?"

"No but I heard you did."

"It's not a werewolf." Sam said pulling a dark green t-shirt over his head.

"No I got that. Did you call Bobby?"

"I had every intention of doing that when I got back to the room last night but I guess I fell asleep." Sam yawned putting his arms through a green flannel shirt. "I'll call him right now."

"Good, I'm going to take a shower." Dean said walking into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Alright." Sam sighed, picking up his cell phone from the side table. He flipped it open and scrolled down his contacts until he found Bobby. He picked up on the first ring.

"What do you got for me?" Bobby said answering the phone.

"We are in Woodinville, WA and there is a case where people are getting their hearts ripped out."

"Sounds like you guys got a werewolf on your hands." Bobby said as Sam heard him sit at his desk.

"We thought so too but I found out last night that the first murder was during the day." Sam said sitting on his bed, opened up his laptop and turned it on.

"Well I know as well as you do that werewolves don't attack in the daylight. Hmm let me…ahh have you ever heard of a girl named Constance Philips?" Booby asked typing away on his computer.

"No who is she?" Sam asked looking her up on his laptop. "It seems she died October 7, 1920; she was killed by her boyfriend."

"Yeah, there was a cut in the middle of her chest and her heart was sitting next to her completely cut in half when the police found her. Her boyfriend was nowhere to be found after the murder but about five years later he was arrested for having a secret bar in his basement." Bobby said scrolling down the online newspaper. "He was burned at the stake, so it couldn't be him."

"Okay where was she buried?" Sam asked putting the phone between his ear and his shoulder.

"She was buried in some unmarked grave outside of Wyoming." Bobby said very perplexed.

"Well that doesn't help us." Sam said slamming the laptop screen down.

"I suggest you guys get in the car and investigate."

"But there is still murders being committed here. We can't leave."

"Figure it out you idjits." Bobby grumbled hanging up the phone.

"So what did Bobby say?" Dean asked walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet and another towel in his hands that he was using to dry off his head.

"He thinks it's some lady's spirit that is killing these people; looks like she is taking revenge on people who have broken somebody's heart."

"Great so where is she buried?" Dean asked putting on his jeans.

"In an unmarked grave somewhere in Wyoming, Bobby wants one of us to go check it out."

"Wait if this lady- what's her name?" Dean questioned pulling on his white t-shirt.

"Constance Philips." Sam sighed putting his laptop back in his case and zipping it shut.

"Okay well if this Constance Philips was killed in Wyoming why are people dying here?" Dean questioned putting on his leather jacket and popping the collar.

"I don't know that but we are going there to find out." Sam sighed in frustration, picking up his laptop bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

"Whoa where do you think you are going? People are still being murdered here and there might be other information we are missing. You stay here and I will go to Wyoming, figure out what this Constance is all about." Dean smirked, opening up the motel room's door.

"Okay I guess I will stay here and go back to that bar to see that Rachael girl that Andy was talking about. Maybe she has some information that might help us."

"Yeah well keep it in your pants." Dean chuckled. "Not that you could find a women that would want you when they saw me last night." Dean teased, sticking his tongue out and closed the door before Sam could react.

"Jerk!" Sam shouted sticking out his tongue.

"Bitch!" Dean said gleefully through the window. The door to his Impala slammed and he started his engine. His engine was soon out of ear shot and that left Sam in the motel room by his self.


(On Dean's way to Wyoming)

-Dean-

Dean was sitting in his Impala and listening to his stereo blaring. All he could think was how it was like it used to be when his dad was still alive and Sam was in college. Him and his dad would take different cases and would only meet up once every month to make sure the other was still alive. Their conversations were only about their cases and Sam was almost never mentioned.

He thought about the past for the whole drive because he knew once the hellhounds came to claim him he wouldn't be coming back. He would never admit it to Sam that he was scared but in all honesty he was terrified. He didn't know what to expect in Hell but he knew it was going to be torture. He could handle torture but he really didn't want to get dragged down to Hell. He couldn't leave Sam when his dad had told him he would have to kill him if he couldn't save him. He didn't understand why his dad had told him that but if Sam was in danger or he was going to put others in danger he couldn't leave. He would be the only one who would even have a chance to save him.

He drove to a King Burger and turned off his car. He picked up his briefcase and walking into the fast food joint. He walked into the bathroom and locked the door so he could change into his suit and do what he did best, questioned people. He ran his hand through his hair and looked in the mirror to make sure he looked professional. He unlocked the men's bathroom door and walked out to the order counter.

"Hello, sir what would you like to order?" A sixteen year old boy asked Dean.

"I'll take a hamburger and a beer." Dean said taking out his credit card and handing it to the boy.

"Alright your food will be right out." The boy said in a very monotone voice.

"Right thanks. By the way do you know of anybody who would know about the murder of Constance Philips?"

"Dude that happened like a hundred years before I was born; you might want to ask someone at the nursing home. Anyway here is your meal, sir. Have a great day." The acne invested boy said handing me my hamburger.

"Thanks and thanks for the tip I'll go check out that nursing home." Dean said taking his food out of the teenage boy's hands and left back to his baby (his Impala).


(At lunch time that same day)

-Sam-

Sam had spent the day researching about all the murders that had been going on in the town. He even went back to the morgue and study all the bodies but couldn't find any new information. He realized that he wasn't going to find out any more information until Dean called with some news on Constance. So he decided to go to that bar he was at last night and have a couple drinks to relax with. He walked into the bar and looked around he couldn't find any of the women he saw last night dancing up on the stage. It looked like a whole new restaurant. The blinds were open to let light in and very quiet music playing.

"Table for one?" A women with long curly red said looking at a guest book. "Oh hello Agent Reid where is your partner?" Andy smiled playing with hair flirtatiously.

"Agent Daniels? He got some important information about this case and left to check it out."

"Oh well okay." She sighed letting go of her hair. "So table for one?" Andy smiled picking up one menu and walked Sam to a table next to a window in the front. "Your server will be right with. Oh and tell Agent Daniels I say hi." Andy blushed looking embarrassed. "Uhh bye." She said walking away very quickly. "Tell him I say hi? Could you be any more lame?" She said mostly to herself. Sam frowned because he knew Dean never came back to old lovers.

"Afternoon my name is Rachael and I will be taking care of you. What can I get you to drink?"

"I'll take a beer." Sam smiled picking up the menu that was on the table.

"Okay I'll put that in and give you some time to look over the menu." Rachael smiled running her hand through her pixie haircut. Her hair was a subtle mousey brown but the top of her head definitely wasn't subtle at all. It was dyed fire red, she had dark brown eyes and black glasses. She had a few extra pounds on her; love handles even; she carried a lot of it in her breasts and hips though. She was short around 5'4 maybe; she wasn't attractive like Andy or Linda who was in the show last night but she was average. She was wearing dark blue jeans with a black apron tied around them, a black shirt and a dark green vest.

"Oh one more thing. What happened to the bar I was in last night?"

"Were you at this one?" She asked putting her order book in her apron pocket.

"Yeah I watched the show." Sam said avoiding her gaze.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of we get a lot of officers through here. At night it's a strip club and during the day it's sort of a family restaurant. I actually heard you were looking for me. Give me a second to get your drink in and I will come back and answer any questions you have." Rachael smiled sweetly leaving towards the kitchen.


(At the nursing home)

-Dean-

"Ladies this is Mr. James Patterson. He is doing an article on Constance Philips for his college thesis." A middle aged woman with her brown hair in a bun and glasses sliding down her narrow nose.

"I would like to ask you some questions if that's okay ladies." Dean said in his most charming voice.

"I don't know what kind of questions we will be able to answer. All I know is that Constance Philips lived in the house on the outskirts of town. Since her murder nobody has lived in that house; the rumors say that it haunted." A wrinkled old woman said with a southern drawl.

"Is this the house?" Dean questioned taking a picture out of his suit pocket and giving it to the old lady. She picked her glasses up off from around her neck and slid them on her nose.

"Oh yes it was a lovely house in its heyday. I remember my grandmother going to dinner parties at that house. " The woman said giving the picture back to Dean. "My grandmother always looked so nice when they went to those dinner parties. She would put on her best dress and my grandfather would put on a suit; he would be her escort." She smiled remembering. "I wanted to do the same thing when I was her age but I got into an accident a couple years ago and I can't walk anymore. I don't regret the accident because it brought my family and I closed together. Family is all you really have, sonny; they have got your back no matter what."

"Yeah well thanks for the information Ma'am." Dean smiled putting the picture back in his suit pant pocket.

"You're welcome honey. Feel free to come back and ask me anymore questions you might have." The old lady smiled as Dean got up shook her hand and left out of the nursing room and walked back to the Impala.

"I'll call Sam tell him what I have found out." Dean said closing the door to his Impala and started the engine. He took his cell phone out of his suit pocket and dialed Sam's number.

"Hey Dean whatcha got." Sam said answering the phone.

"Well I found out information about where Constance lived and I am going to check out her house. Where are you?" Dean questioned putting the car into reverse.

"I'm having lunch at Red. Rachael is my server and I'm about to ask her some questions."

"Okay but remember what I said Sammy, keep it in your pants." He laughed teasing Sam.

"Shut up, Jerk." Sam said and the line went dead.

"What a woman." Dean said as he kept on laughing.


(Back at the bar with Sam right after Dean's and his phone conversation.)

-Sam-

"Here is you beer." Rachael smiled putting a bottle down in front of me. "So what questions do you have?"

"Can you sit down or do you have other customers?"

"Uhh-"

"Sweety he is cute. Sit I will cover for you." A woman with short curly dirty blond hair, whispered from behind Rachael.

"Sarah." Rachael said blushing.

"I'm covering." Sarah singsong leaving Rachael and I alone.

"I'm sorry, Sarah is crazy." She said laughing nervously. "So asked away." She smiled sitting down across from me.

"The murders do you know anything about them?"

"Well they have been happening for about a month now and this whole town knows everything about everyone. It's a small town word gets around. I have heard many different things from a serial killer to a group of people. I can't believe that people are dying in record numbers. Anybody could be next."

"We are trying to figure out as much as we can but-" Sam said being cut off by an ambulance driving by. "Excuse me." Sam said getting up and ran quickly out of the bar leaving Rachael sitting at the booth dumbfounded. Sam took his phone out of his suit pocket while he ran and called Dean.

"Sam?" Dean questioned answering the phone.

"I'm running after an ambulance." Sam huffed into the phone.

"Another murder?" Dean asked seeming very distracted.

"That's what I am trying to find out. Have you figured anything else out?"

"I'm at Constance's house and man there is blood everywhere. Sheets are over everything but nothing I can find to be of any indication to where her body is actually buried. I'm going to go to the local police station to see if I can find any better information." Dean sighed as Sam heard the door to the Impala close. "Call me after you find out where that ambulance is going."

"Will do." Sam said hanging up the phone.

The ambulance stopped behind a couple cop cars in front of an average looking house it had a white picket fence and a silver mini-van parked in the driveway. What Sam would have given to have that kind of life with Jessica but he didn't regret getting back into the game with Dean because it had brought them closer together than they ever were.

When they were kids and Dean would watch him as their dad went off to cases all around the world as a "traveling salesman". They moved an awful lot when they were kids and Sam didn't know what his dad really did until he was around twelve. When he was a kid he was forced into being in the so called family business but once he went off to college he was never closer to a normal life until he realized that, that life had followed him.

He saw police officers running in and out of the house that was lined with yellow police tape. Sam smoothed out his suit jacket and made sure it looked professional. He walked through the front door over to the crime scene. "So what happened?" Sam questioned flashing his F.B.I I.D. at the officer.

"The killer has struck again with someone named, David Levenson. I am still baffled about the fact that there is never any sign of a struggle. If someone tried to rip out my heart you could bet your sweet bippy that I would be struggling. We were called on a count of the screams a neighbor had been hearing from the house. The wife is at work and we have called her; she is on her way home. " The officer said writing down in a notepad.

"Would you mind if I talked to her?"

"No you can talk to her tomorrow after we have gotten our questioning done." The officer sighed walking over to another officer that was by the window of the room. Sam nodded to himself and walked out of the house he started walking back to the motel room when he remembered he had left that waitress waiting for him. He changed directions and ran towards Red again.

"Sorry about that I had to figure out where that ambulance was going. It was just as I thought another murder."

"Oh my who was it?" Rachael said looking scared and upset.

"Just some guy name David Levenson."

"Levenson where have I heard that name before…? No it's not possible wouldn't I have known if I lived in the same town he did? I mean everybody knows everybody here; how could I have not known that I lived in the same town he did?"

"You knew him?" Sam asked sitting down at the booth across from Rachael.

"He was my ex. We were together when I was eighteen; I met him on a cruise my family took that year. We were so perfect, it felt so perfect until I got back home. We were together for about a month and I fell in love with him. I might have fallen to quick but it felt so right; like he cared about me. Then he tried to change who I was and convinced me I wasn't good enough if I didn't look a certain way. The whole relationship was a double standard and I wish that I had seen it instead of looking through rose colored glasses. He broke up with me through a text and then a week later he came back and kept coming back putting me into his little game of heartbreak. I couldn't play the game anymore so I ended it; blocked him on my phone and deleted my Skype account so he couldn't get ahold of me. I can't believe we were even living in the same town."

"So you guys had a past? I know what heart break is and what it can do to you. My girlfriend Jessica was killed in an accident a little while ago." Sam sighed trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry." Rachael whispered rubbing my hand that was lying on the table to comfort me. I looked at her hand on top of mine. She caught me looking at our hands and moved her hand away from mine. "Sorry." She blushed running a hand through her hair in embarrassment.

"Thanks for your help; you have helped me get closer to solving this case." Sam smiled getting up and putting a couple dollars down to pay for the beer. He walked back to the motel room and turned on the TV.

"Dean?" Sam questioned answering the phone kind of breathlessly.

"Yeah so I went to the police and they told me that Constance Philips was cremated. So there has got to be something else that is killing these people. I'm driving back to Woodinville and will be back later tonight." Dean said as he drove down the highway in his Impala. "Were you watching porn before I called?"

"No why do you ask?" Sam said a little anxiously.

"You are out of breath and it seems like you were either watching porn or you just had sex with a woman. I know you didn't just have sex with a woman because you wouldn't have picked up the phone when I called so it's the only other option." Dean said teasingly into the phone.

"Okay you caught me so what I have needs as well." Sam sighed lying back on his pillow.

"Right well Sammy make sure you get that out of your system before I arrive back because I don't want to be part of it." Dean chuckled teasing Sam again.

"Shut up."

"Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam said and hung up the phone.


(That night on Dean's way back to the motel )

-Dean-

Dean stopped at a diner on the outskirt of town. He was hungry and thought a big bacon burger and a beer would really hit the spot. He walked into the diner and sat down in one of the booths.

"Oh look Dean Winchester. How long has it been?" A woman said with piercing green emerald eyes and dark brown hair that was pulled up into a messy ponytail.

"How do you know me?" Dean asked in a confused tone; he never remembered meeting this woman.

"Anna, Jefferson High School. The prom? You were my date and you convinced me that I was special." She said moving in closer to Dean. "You convinced me to have sex with you that night. I lost my virginity to you and then you leave town and I never see you again?" She whispered so she wouldn't draw attention. "I couldn't sleep for weeks and I was making myself sick, I thought you left because something better came along. You broke my heart Dean Winchester." She said in a stern voice.

"Anna it was a long time ago can't we just let bygones be bygones?" Dean smiled his charming smile.

"What and let you hurt me again? No thank you." Anna said turning away from him and walked back through the kitchen doors. A woman turned around on one of the bar stool, faced Dean and smiled. She looked a pale was staring at him weird. He took out the picture of Constance; looked at it and back to the lady sitting on the bar stool again. It was defiantly her but why was she here now? Dean hadn't seen her the whole time he was researching her life why would she be showing up now; in a diner of all places? Dean looked around the whole rest of the diner and apart from him there were only a couple more people sitting in the diner. An elderly man and two truck driver they all seemed clueless to what was going on. All he had was his knife on him. All the rest of his weapons were back in the car and he knew a knife wasn't going to help him much against an angry spirit.

"Shit." Dean said to himself as Constance appeared in front of him. He rolled out of the way and missed Constance's hand by a hair. She was trying to rip his heart out? Well he had broken his fair share of hearts but why now? They had been in Woodinville for a couple days and there was no sign that she was coming after Dean.

Constance came at him again and uttered, "You broke someone's heart now your heart will be broken." She was chanted that as she got closer to Dean. Dean ran to the window and opened up his trunk as Constance followed him. He pulled a rock salt gun out of his weapon case and shot it at her. She disappeared and Dean slammed the trunk down and got into his Impala with the gun still in his hands just in case Constance decided to follow him again.


(At the motel during the night)

-Sam-

There was a slam of a door again and Sam woke up grabbing the gun he kept under the bed and aimed it at the door; it was still dark outside and Sam couldn't see anything. "Whoa watch where you are pointing that thing. It's me." Dean said turning on the light. "Sam she was after me. Constance came after me."

"Really you saw her? Is she still after you?" Sam asked pointing the gun back at the door.

"No I don't think so. It was really weird because I hadn't seen her for the whole trip and then she just shows up at some diner on the outskirts of town?" Dean questioned taking off his leather jacket and threw it over a chair.

"That is weird. You said the body was cremated right? What if Constance is attached to something in the area?" Sam said putting the gun back under the bed again. "Spirits sometimes latch onto object that was important to them." Sam said getting his laptop out and turned it on. "Wait let me see that picture you have of her." Sam said putting his hand out.

"What are you looking at?" Dean asked taking the picture out of his leather jacket pocket and handed it to Sam.

"I'm seeing if there is any resemblance between the two." Sam said looking from his computer screen back to the picture. "Yep there it is." Sam smiled triumphantly. "See in both of these pictures she is wearing the same necklace but in the crime scene pictures she is no longer wearing it; like someone might have taken it, maybe her ex-boyfriend. That's it's; he probably stole it off her neck after he killed her and then sold it to make to get money for his secret bar he was running in his basement. Somehow it ended up here; a pawn shop maybe." Sam said putting the picture of Constance on the nightstand.

"So we have to find this necklace." Dean said taking two beer bottles out of the cooler, threw one to Sam and opened up his throwing the cap in the sink. "How are we going to find it anyway?"

"Well I'm going to look around town and you are going back to that diner to see if she shows up again. Sam said closing the screen down on his laptop.

"You want to use me as bait?"

"Yeah let's face it Dean you have broken a lot more hearts than anyone I know." Sam chuckled smirking at Dean.

"Okay fine but I am coming with you to question the newest victim's loved one in the morning."

"Fine, Dean." Sam said rolling his eyes still smiling.

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