Sam and Dean walked through the door and Sam could instantly smell that something was baking in the oven and it smelt good. They were ushered by the woman to a small sitting room and they sat on the couch.
"Be right back just got to get the cookies out before they burn. Say would you like to try one?" She asked.
Sam jumped in before Dean could open his mouth.
"That would be great." Sam said and Dean looked at him in disbelief.
When the coast was clear Dean growled in hushed tones at Sam.
"Dude we don't know this broad she could have poisoned those cookies." Dean snarled.
"Dean she is 75 years old. She had no idea we were coming. So unless she has something stashed in the kitchen which I highly doubt it's only polite to try one ok?" Sam snapped back.
"Your funeral." Dean threw back at Sam.
The woman entered the room with a plate full of divine smelling cookies and Sam's mouth began to salivate. She placed the plate in front of them on the table and gestured for them to take one. Sam delved in and took a bite out of the delicious home baked cookie and it was good. Dean just shook his head and muttered about having had a huge breakfast which was a complete lie. The woman sat down in front of Sam and Dean and settled herself ready for their questions. She gave a wink in Sam's direction which he was oblivious to but Dean clocked it and gave a slight smirk to himself.
"Right ma'am." Dean started.
The woman immediately interrupted him.
"Its Mrs. Worthington." she said.
"Ok let's take it from the top ok?" Dean glanced at her to see her reactions.
"Well I can only tell you what I told the police but surely if your FBI you should have the report there with you?"
Sam had to think quick before they were made so he swallowed down his cookie and jumped in.
"Well you see ..." the woman once again interrupted Sam.
"Elsie." She said smiling at Sam.
"Ok Elsie it seems that the officer who took your statement somehow lost his notes between here and the precinct. So as we were following this up we thought we could re-take your statement."
Dean looked at Sam and gave him a congratulating look as Sam listened to what she had to say.
For the next 20 minutes she gave an epic account of what she saw. What it basically boiled down to was a simple case of a werewolf kill. What Sam couldn't figure out was why had it escalated and he didn't have long to figure it out as the full moon phase would be over all too soon.
Dean got up from his chair to thank the woman for the information and to exit the property. Sam followed suit.
"Thank you ." Sam said shaking her hand.
"Elsie." She interrupted and nodded at Sam.
"Elsie if you think of anything else here is our number we will be here for the next few days so don't hesitate to call us ok ."
Sam saw a smirk on Dean's face out of the corner of his eye. What was up with him he thought but just shook his head and exited the building closely followed by his brother.
Dean got in the car sat next to Sam and couldn't contain his amusement any longer or that's what it seemed like to Sam anyways.
"So Sammy looks like you had an admirer there maybe a new playmate?" Dean laughed out loud.
"Dean that's wrong on far too many levels." Sam replied giving him an icy stare.
"She was checking you out dude I swear." Dean was by now a bright red colour from laughing so hard.
"Bite me." said Sam rather angrily.
"Not me dude. But Elsie, well that's a different matter."
Dean laughed then started up the car and drove them back to their motel.