"He's what?" Dean asks in a skeptical tone as he tears through a bagel.
"Dead. As of thre- make that four days ago." Sam answers matter-of-factly, nose once again buried in his laptop "Obituary says he died of old age."
"Old age my ass." Dean says through a mouth full of bagel, "How convenient that just happens to kneel over three days before we blow into town."
"Well, we didn't come all this way for nothing." Sam says, peering over his laptop at Dean, eyebrows raised.
"Lets go check it out." Dean gruffs, swallowing his last bite of bagel.
"We'd like to ask you some questions about Mr. Aeon" Sam smiles politely at the middle aged secretary manning the front desk of the towns only morgue. She looks up from her paperwork, her eyes scanning the two men in front of her with something less than interest.
"Why?" she asks bluntly.
Dean, having a harder look and an overall more proffesional air, coughs loudly, holding up his FBI badge for her inspection.
"FBI, were here to wrap up a few loose ends regarding a separate case in Santa Fe."She glances at the badge for a moment and straightens, looking a little embarrassed for her previous attitude towards the two supposed federal agents.
"Yes of course, whatever you need to know."
Dean flashes a quick smug smile at Sam, who straightens his tie and steps forward, placing a long boney hand on the nervous secretary's desk. The woman fidgets uncomfortably at the obvious exchange.
"Mrs…." Sam pauses, eyeing the name card on her desk, "Blevins."
"What can you tell us about Mr. Aeon?" He asks gently with a reassuring smile.
"Well," she starts, peering down through her thick rimmed glasses, "In a town like Crofton everyone pretty much knows everyone." Sam eyebrows furrow at her deep southern draw,
"We don't take kindly to strangers, and we most always look out for our own." She nods, her fatty neck waving "But Mr. Aeon, he was.." she pauses, tongue to teeth
"well, he was just plain different."
Dean cocks an eyebrow "how so?" he urges, face pulled into a frown. She sighs, her short heavy body jiggling slightly with the effort.
"He was a strange little man, been here as long as I have, but never made any sort of waves."
"Did you know Mr. Aeon well?" Sam continues more patiently than Dean.
"No, but then again I reckon no one really did, the old man stayed holed up in that god forsaken house, pardon my French. Damned thing should have been condemned years ago, no one had the heart to tell him to leave it though. He's always been there." She purses her lips, seemingly done with her explanation. The boys exchange glances and thank her quickly before stalking out of the morgue.