Chapter 2:

"We, ah…I went into the baby's nursery and…she wasn't breathing," Nancy Wiseman whispered, her husband's hand on hers. "I tried to help her but…they said…she'd been dead for at least a few hours." She wiped at her tears.

"Did you notice anything odd?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" Nancy asked.

"Any behavior that differed, if she was acting differently, less playful, less active…."

"No. No she was fine. Then she just…." More tears slipped down her face and she wiped them away.

"Are the police getting anywhere with this?" her husband asked. "Because this has happened three more times, I read in the paper."

"That's why the FBI is involved now," Dean told him. "Is it possible…could we see the nursery?"

Nancy nodded, but her husband squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. "I'll show them. You can get some tea." Nancy sighed softly and wordlessly made her way to the kitchen. Richard Wiseman led Dean and Sam up the stairs and down the hallway to the nursery. On their way, a cat darted down the hallway and Dean nearly tripped over it.

"Whoa, o-kay," he said.

"Here's the nursery," Richard told him quietly, opening the door. Sam followed him in, but Dean stood for a couple seconds, staring at the cat. The Calico flicked its tail back and forth, staring at Dean. It hissed at him once before darting down the hallway. Dean raised his eyebrows before following Sam into the room.

"You can, ah…take all the time you need," Richard whispered before leaving the room abruptly, closing the door.

Dean stared after him before looking at his feet, then started making his way around the room. Sam took out the EMF meter, scanning the area, and had the same reaction as the other four houses: just enough residue to prove that something had been there.

"Same thing," Sam said, moving it around the cradle. "Gets worse the closer it gets to the cradle."

"So something gets in here, kills the baby without anyone hearing it, and gets out, without any trace."

Sam nodded. "Looks like. One thing I don't like is the fact that every one of these houses had a cat."

Dean narrowed his eyes and thought for a second. "Huh. You're right. So what does that mean, aside from the fact that you can make weird observations?"

"There's lore that talks about cats going into baby's cribs, sucking the breath out of them. Maybe there's something that's coming into the houses, doing something like that."

"Well that Calico was a little creepy. Kept staring at me. And not in a good way. Do we have any clue where it's going to hit next?"

"There's no direction of movement," Sam replied, turning off the EMF and tucking it into his pocket. "The only thing is that it goes after a baby nearby the last attack. I think that if the cat thing adds up, though, we should be able to predict it."

"I doubt the parents are going to let us stake out their kid's room, so what, break in?"

Sam nodded. "Looks like that's our only choice."

"We gotta use the kid as bait," Dean muttered.

Sam hesitated. "Yea, looks like that's our only choice too. But one of us will be right in the room waiting for it."