S. Reed

Warning: Foul Language

POV changes between the reader and dean.

I do not own any of the characters.

Enjoy

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Finally reaching your destination you step out of your prized car and walked quickly up the sidewalk. Every step you took in your high heels was like a power boost with every click. You looked good and felt great, and although you preferred jeans and a t-shirt, you knew that you had any normal man under your spell when you were wearing your suit.

Knock knock knock

After a few moments passed, you started to get disappointed that no one would be home. You knocked again just in case. From behind the thick heavy oak door came a small voice, "Who is it?"

"I'm with the FBI ma'am, my name is Y/N, I'd like to speak with you about what happened to your husband a few months ago."

The door opened up a few inches. "Can I see your badge?"

After holding it up the women opened the door all the way. She looked like a mess. Her hair was quickly pulled back into a messy bun and she was still wearing a bath robe. "The house is a mess, is it okay if we sit on the porch?"

It was a nice summer day and you didn't mind; besides you liked the fresh air. "Fiona, could you tell me what happened on the day your husband died?" you ask as you slide into one of the worn wooden rocking chair.

Fiona didn't speak for a moment and when she did she spoke slowly. "I didn't really see much, I heard him scream and when I ran over to him he was dead."

"Fiona, I need you to tell me everything okay? Down to the last detail, no matter how strange it might be. Okay? I need to hear your version, not the version the police convinced you you saw." Your soothing concerned voice helped her relax a little more. "How about you start with how you got separated."

"Well, it's a little bit difficult to explain. I had stopped and knelt down to tie my hiking boot because it had come undone. Richard had walked ahead a little bit to see where the path led. I was almost done tying my shoe when he had told me he saw something that was off the trail and that he would be right back. In the moment I had thought nothing of it. I took that time to get some water to stay hydrated and that's when I heard him scream. He sounded terrified. I dropped everything and ran up the path a little bit to where he had walked off… When… when I looked for him… I thought I saw something…"

"It's okay. You can tell me. What did you see?"

"I don't know how to describe it."

"It's okay." You smiled, "Just try."

"It was big, I mean tall like, similar to the height of a grizzly bear." Hmm you had never really faced something abnormally tall, which made you a little nervous. "I don't think it was an animal, although it sounded like one. But it looked like it had hands.. or… claws. It was black. Not black like the suit you are wearing but black black, like black as the darkest sky. And it… when it was done… with my husband I mean… it looked at me and then it just sort of glided away."

You wanted to ask questions but Fiona was starting off into space trapped in her memory. You thought it would be better just to let her continue.

"I ran to him, once that thing disappeared. I ran to him. He was just lying there. I thought he was dead."

"Wait he wasn't?" You interjected.

"I thought he was. I bent down and held his head in my lap and then he slowly opened his eyes. But… he could barely keep them open. Then I noticed that he was barley breathing. I begged him to stay with me. I cried for help so many times. I didn't have any cell reception where I was. And then… just like that… he was gone…"

You put a hand on her knee and she came out of her memory, tears running down her face. Fiona realized she had been crying and wiped them away.

"I just have a few more questions for you and then you can go, okay?" you asked cautiously. Fiona just nodded sadly for you to continue. "When you saw the, um, dark being, do you remember if all of the plants died around you?"

"Um… Yes… Everything started to wilt and turn brown, but only in the area where my husband was."

"Did you feel anything? I don't mean worry or fear for your husband. But when you looked at it, the dark… being, did you feel anything?"

It took her a little longer to answer this one. "I felt short of breath and tired. But those feeling disappeared when the thing left."

"This might be difficult but it is important. Do you remember the last thing your husband said to you before he left the hiking trail?"

Her voice began to quiver as she reminisced on her husband's last words. "All he said was that he saw something and that he would be right back."

"Thank you for answering my questions. Please, if you think of anything else, again, no matter how crazy they sound. Please call me. Everything little thing helps okay?" You handed her your business card and gave her a soft smile. "You're going to be okay, I am going to find what ever did this to your husband."

Once back in your car you let out an audible sigh. Great this was something new, something you had never heard about before. You were going to have to do some homework. Freaking wonderful… Not.

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Dean was starting to lose his patience. Every single person he had talked to so far was a bust. They didn't know anything more than the police did which gave Dean the strong urge to punch someone. Luckily he only had one more name on the list; Fiona Devavon. His shinny black impala slowly came to a stop outside of a sad looking red bricked house. Dean stepped out and walked up to the heavy wooden door. He raised his arm to knock on the door.

"Are you with the FBI too?" Deans hand froze only a few inches away from the oak. He turned his head to see where the voice was coming from. Next to him on the porch, Fiona was still sitting in the same spot as she was earlier when you had stopped by. She was slumped down in the rocking chair with her feet up on a coffee table in front of her.

"Excuse me?" That was the first time any of the relatives had even mentioned that someone else had stopped by. "You mean a women stopped by earlier?"

Fiona nodded slowly.

"How long ago?" Dean asked excitedly.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm not sure, I have been sitting out here for a while now… She came around elevenish." Dean looked at his watch. It was three in the afternoon now. He began to piece together that you had done your research and knew that Fiona was the girl to talk to, and now you had a four hour head start on him.

"I'm really sorry to bother you but is there any way you can tell me everything you told the women who stopped by earlier?"

"What for? Aren't you partners?" Fiona asked raising her eyebrows. "Ask her."

"I'm just fact checking ma'am. Just making sure that what you tell me is consistent." Dean smiled that award winning smile of his.

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Dean's head was still whirling from all of the information he had gotten from Fiona. Not only that but he was envious that Sam had gotten to deal with the Wendigo. At lease he knew how to kill that one already. This was a new monster and he had sooooo wish that little Sammy was here to do all the research. Not only would it go by faster, but Sam just really had that knack for finding information that was hidden in the deepest corners of the internet.

Just then his phone came to life, tearing him away from his thoughts about possibly calling and getting Sammy to do the work for him. Dean looked at the caller ID; It was Garth. He quickly flipped open the phone and put it to his ear.

"Garth, Please tell me you have good news." he begged.

"Well… I don't really know if this is good news or bad news… just interesting. I mean I don't even really understand it. It just doesn't really make sense or add up." Garth contemplated.

"Well spit it out man! Who is she?"