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"Yes, I think we'll need about twelve more mum arrangements. They're always big sellers, especially with Memorial Day coming up," Kaitlin said to the supplier on the phone, as she went over her checklist. "And add a couple dozen each of red, white and yellow roses. I think that will do it." She smiled as she finished, "Thanks Darla, you have a good weekend too." She checked her watch and saw that it would be another hour before she had to pick Lilly up from whatever after-school activity she had. Just enough time to get the two bridesmaids' bouquets finished for the Newman/Ross wedding that weekend. She should have started them yesterday, but since she didn't like the bride at all, she was putting them off to the last minute. She moved around the worktable and pulled out the spec sheet to read exactly what flowers and color of ribbon she needed. She was so busy that she didn't hear the rumble of the old car parking in front of the flower shop.

Sam Winchester got out of the passenger side of the car, adjusting this tie as he did. He checked again to make sure he had the fake business card he had made at the Kinko's three towns back and rehearsed again in his mind the story Dean had invented for them.

"Private investigators," Dean had announced yesterday. "We've been hired by the Jenkins family. Ryan Jenkins was the first kid who was attacked. And, as I found out from Mr. Jenkins's very perky-sounding secretary, the whole family is conveniently on vacation for a month. So no one will be able to check our story."

The younger man glanced up at the faded sign above the door of the shop. Matthews Flowers was one of three floral shops in Commerce, but it had been fairly easy to find. They had decided to start with the most recent victim, Lilly Prescott. Lilly's mother owned the flower shop they were at currently, along with her sister Kaitlin. The newspaper story had been very informative, even explaining that Lilly's parents were out of town and that the little girl was staying with her aunt. It was amazing what small towns reported in their local papers.

He waited until Dean rounded the front of the car before going up the three stairs to the front door. His brother reached out and opened the door, gesturing for Sam to enter. "Ladies first," came the inevitable smart-ass remark. Sam opened his mouth to respond in kind, but instead stored the comment away. One of these days he would pay Dean back for all those little digs and it could possibly involve superglue again.

The cheerful jangle of the bell hanging above the door warned Katie that she had a customer. She was elbow deep in baby's breath, so she called pleasantly from around the worktable, "I'll be with you in just a minute." She looked at the clock and noticed that it was time for Jenny Newman's daily visit to 'check' on her flowers. Psycho brides drove her up the wall.

Sam and Dean exchanged glances at the warm Southern greeting. Dean shrugged his shoulders and began wandering around the flower shop. There was plenty to look out and absolutely nothing to keep his attention. All the items for sale were obviously geared towards women. So much so that Dean had a compulsion to do something manly to counteract the smell of potpourri, assorted knickknacks and wedding candles laid out over the store. He was sure there was a look of complete disgust on his face when he turned to face Sam again. Demons and spirits he could handle, but women's taste in decorations, he just did not get.

Katie tied the bow around the bouquet and placed it in the cooler. Wiping her hands on a towel, she walked toward the counter. She braced herself to face the ex-cheerleader turned bride-to-be. Instead she was shocked to see two strangers standing in her shop, both in suits, and both extremely good-looking. The taller of the two men smiled at her. "Hi, we're looking for Kaitlin Matthews?"

Dean and Sam were both startled to see a woman who didn't look much older than Sam emerge from the back of the store. She had dark brown hair that brushed her shoulders and it was currently sporting what looked like a leaf stuck in the strands. Her brown eyes were slightly slanted and made her look as if she were seriously pondering answering Sam's question. A huge apron adorned with several colors of dirt covered her almost entirely, but didn't hide the fact that she was not very tall. She was cute, in a girl-next-door way. Her pensive expression was strengthened when she blinked a couple of times before answering. "I'm Kaitlin. Can I help you?"

Before Sam could answer, a flash of black suit crossed in front of him. "Hello, Miss Matthews," Dean said with his charming smile in place, "I'm Dean Ross and this is Sam Teague. We're private investigators with Wilson and Wilson in Atlanta." He produced his business card and elbowed Sam subtlety to do the same. "We've been hired to look into the accident involving Ryan Jenkins."

If Sam hadn't have been looking right at Katie, he would have missed the slight roll of her eyes. "Let me guess, Sadie wants you to find the little boy that caused Ryan's accident." She threw her towel down on the counter. "That woman overreacts about everything, I swear." Then she blushed slightly, seemingly a little embarrassed by her reaction. This made her look even younger. "I'm sorry, you were saying?" she encouraged the men to continue.

This time, Sam spoke up. "Yes, that's right. We've been asked to locate the boy that Ryan reported in the area before the incident. We understand that your niece, Lilly, had a similar accident a couple of days ago." When Katie nodded, Sam asked, "Would it be possible to speak to her?"

Katie looked from one man to the other, as if trying to decide if they were trustworthy. She started with the taller one, Sam. He had a very honest and open expression on his face, so she was inclined to believe him. The second man, on the other hand, appeared to be the type of guy that her momma always warned her about. The practiced killer grin that was in place made her want to fix her hair and check her makeup. Instead, she mentally shook herself and focused on why the men were in her shop. "Um, Lilly's still at gymnastics and will be for another half an hour. And then I have to get her home so that she can do her homework and eat supper."

"We'd be happy to stop by your house later on this evening, if that's more convenient," Dean quickly added. "We would really like to talk to her niece." She seemed a little taken aback by this suggestion. "If that's alright with you," he said, trying to reassure her.

Katie thought about it for a minute. Knowing the entire Jenkins family as well as she did, she realized they would continue to send people to talk to Lilly until one of them got through. Sadie absolutely refused to believe that her precious grandson was telling anything other than the truth, even though the entire town knew he was a compulsive liar. And since the day of Lilly's accident, she had insisted she had seen a little boy right before the shelf fell. She decided if Lilly talked to the investigators, maybe this whole problem would be solved. And possibly the accidents would stop.

"I suppose that would be okay. I have to go pick Lilly up and then we'll be home for the rest of the night." She grabbed a piece of paper from the register and quickly wrote down the address. "Here you go," she handed it to Sam. "Anytime after 6:00 would be fine."

Sam smiled as he took the paper from her. "That will work out great for us. I don't think our questions will take very long at all." The bell above the door jangled as another customer entered the store. Sure enough, it was Jenny Newman, storming in as if she owned the entire block.

"Kaitlin, do you have the bridesmaids' bouquets finished yet? The wedding is three days, you know," Jenny sniped as soon as she made eye contact with Katie.

Katie managed to plaster on a fake smile before answering, "Yes, Jenny, I just put them in the cooler. Would you like to see them?" She waved at the two guys as they left her shop. Before the door shut behind them completely, Sam and Dean heard the new arrival say,

"Yes I want to see them and why do you have a leaf in your hair?" Sam couldn't help but chuckle as they walked back to the Impala. Small town life was definitely interesting.