Sam and Dean are unfortunately not mine, though they are used with love.

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Dean eased the Impala into a tiny spot in front of a Sweet Treats, a candy shop. The red and white striped awnings cast a shadow over the bright red door of the store. Sparkling glass jars stood in the window, their colorful contents bright attractions for those walking by. Dean leaned back to get a peek, but hurried to fall into step with his brother.

Sam pushed open the bright door and a bell chimed merrily. Candy pieces in vivid hues decorated the walls and the barrels lining the walls. A pretty young woman with long soft curls of caramel colored hair stood behind a counter and an old fashioned cash register. Her strawberry colored lips pulled back as she smiled warmly at them. "What can I help you boys with?"

Her name tag red Lorelei. Sam flashed the smile he had perfected over the years. A smile that was reassuring and comforting, it helped in his line of work that people felt like they could talk to him. "Yeah, we're—"

"New to the neighborhood," Dean interrupted. "Thought we'd take a look around."

Sam jerked around to face his brother, his dark eyebrows high then they narrowed as he realized his brother wasn't faltering from his story.

"So, what do you think of everything?" Dean leaned on the counter, a smile played at the corner of his lips.

Sam wasn't sure what was going on, but he felt a strong urge to smack his brother. He was used to Dean hitting on women when they weren't on a case. Sure, he normally flirted, but there was something in Dean's eyes that was making him very uncomfortable. She'd been the one who reported the body, and that's what they were there to talk about.

"My favorite is fudge," Dean said. If he leaned on the counter anymore he would be laying on top of it.

"I've got a fresh batch. Just give me five minutes."

Sam watched her go. His admiration for her rose, he rarely saw Dean lay it on this thick, but she didn't seem to notice. "Dude," Sam snapped when the swinging door slowed. "What are you doing?"

Dean didn't answer, he was staring at the door.

"Dean!"

He jumped and dragged his attention around to his brother. "What?"

Sam's eyebrows knitted in the middle again and he held his hands up in frustration. "What?! We're working a case, and you're trying to work over the girl who found the body."

Dean ran his hands through his hair, he looked uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know…she's…I just—so what am I about to try?" Dean quickly and easily changed topic as Lori came back into the room. His smiled looked like it had been taken out of a toothpaste ad as.

She held a clear glass plate out to Dean, four pieces of fudge were offered to him. Dean grinned at Sam as he picked up one of the sugary confections.

"So, what's the neighborhood like?" Sam asked.

"Usually it's pretty peaceful." Her face wrinkled as she glanced towards the door.

"What?"

"A man was killed the other day, in the alley. That stuff just doesn't normally happen around here."

"Did you know him?"

Lori shook her head. "No. I mean, I'd seen him around. It's a small town, you pretty much see everyone. But I didn't know him personally."

Sam nodded and looked at his brother who was still goggling at Lori. Sam reached inside his pocket and pressed the volume button on his phone, a tone jangled and he lifted it quickly to his ear. "Hello? Really? Okay, we'll be right there." He shoved the phone into his pocket and glanced at his brother then to Lori. "That was work, we have to go."

"But we'll be back to buy some fudge," Dean grinned.

Sam sighed gave his brother a little push as they exited the store. They were inside the Impala before Sam opened his mouth. "What the hell just happened, Dean?"

Dean looked as if he was coming out of hazy fog, his eyebrows were narrowed and he shook his head. "I don't know. There was something about her."

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise. It was close to never that he heard a tone like that from his brother. "We could stick in a town a few days after the job," he suggested, feeling awkward.

Dean made a face and shook his head. "So, what's next?"

"Coroner?"

Dean nodded and pulled the Impala into drive. He fingers tapped on the steering wheel as he directed the further down the main street.

Dean smirked as he eased into the parking lot behind the building. He realized his brother was staring at him. "Dude, what?!"

Sam's eyebrows had disappeared behind that curtain of dark hair. "You're humming Walking on Sunshine."

Any and all hint of the hum and his smile faded quickly as Dean shut the door of the Impala. "Don't know what you're talking about."

"Whatever," Sam called. He shook his head. If they weren't on e a case, Dean's behavior would be hilarious. Sam glanced over his shoulder; Dean still seemed to be singing a song inside of his head.

The coroner's office was the same as every other office they'd been inside of. Sam pulled the faked ID flip out of his wallet and flashed the picture at the guy half asleep behind a desk. Before the man could even glance, Sam had flipped it closed again and was glaring harshly at the man. "You should stand up when you get tired. Just because they're dead bodies, doesn't mean you get to act like one."

They pushed past the heavy double doors and Sam felt an odd twisting in his stomach. There was a body on the table, but this wasn't what he found peculiar, he'd seen enough dead bodies by this point that he could handle himself as long as he didn't have to touch it. What did bother him was the beautiful young woman sanding behind body. She couldn't be much older than Sam was, but she looked as though she should have been on a runway.

"Can I help you?"

"Health department," Sam stated. He looked over the body then back to the young woman, Melissa Farris. "Our office received a report about this young man."

Melissa raised her shoulders in a gentle shrug. "I didn't know the health department inspected possible homicides."

"Homicide?" Sam echoed.

"Yeah. This guy has no heart, nothing." Melissa glanced towards the doorway. "I think I'm the only one concerned about the face that he was brought in without a heart."

"So it's true about no markings?"

Melissa nodded. "I'm waiting on an analysis of his body fluids to come back from the lab, but something tells me this isn't right."

"How long have you been doing this?" Dean interrupted.

Melissa jerked quickly to look at him. "Going on three years."

Dean chuckled heartily. "Three years, I remember when I was that green. Listen, Melissa, with cases like this, you'll be better off saying 'no comment' until someone decides what they're going to do. I'm sure with the start of tourist season, the mayor won't want you coming to any conclusions on your own."

Sam felt his heart beat quickening as he'd watched Melissa's cheeks redden during Dean's lecture. Sam actually felt a little bad for her. Dean had showered Lorelei with praise and attention, but now, it was like he'd done a complete turn and wasn't going to give this poor girl a chance. "Have you finished your report?"

She nodded and handed it to them. "If that's all you need, have a good day, gentlemen." She pulled the sheet over the man's head and turned from them.

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They stopped at a small diner to get something to eat, then they went back to their motel. Sam and Dean trudged slowly to the second level of the hotel and around the top balcony. They came to their room and made their way inside.

"Sammy, I'm going to bed," Dean announced, pulling his shirt over his head.

Sam felt like he always did when a case felt like it was at a dead end, helpless, and he hated it. He nodded, deciding that bed would probably be their best option.

Sam felt like he hadn't been asleep long when something inside the room woke him up. He raised his long frame off the bed and glanced around. His fingers snaked under the pillow for the blade he'd kept there. A movement at the window caught his attention.

Dean had opened the window wide and was leaning out of it. Sam pushed the covers back and slowly stood up. There was nothing there. He got an uneasy twist in his stomach. At least nothing he could see.

"Dean?" he called softly, he didn't want to startle his brother.

If Dean heard him, he ignored him. As Sam drew closer, he realized his brother's feet were already on the railing of the balcony.

Dean's right leg swung up suddenly, over the balcony rail.

"Dean!"

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