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Riley Davis -- Hayden Christensen
Caitlyn Davis – Megan Fox
Abigail 'Abby' Davis -- Ellen Page

Victoria 'Vicky' Morris – Helen Mirren

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Chapter 2

"Alright, thanks Bobby," Sam said before pulling his cell phone away from his ear and hanging up. They had left Wyoming after breakfast the day before and had only stopped for food and to get gas. Now they were an hour outside San Antonio.

"Bobby find anything?" Dean asked, his eyes briefly leaving the road and glancing over at Sam beside him.

Sam sighed. "You could say that," he began. "Deaths like this have happened all over the country, though few and far between. The last known one before these three was in San Francisco last year. Just like these, house was locked up, no sign of forced entry-"

"And the victim perfectly healthy, besides the fact that they're dead," Dean finished.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "But that's not all he found. England during the late 1990's had a spree of murders similar to this. They suddenly stopped in May of 1998 after thirty people were killed in the span of ten months. And in all those cases, a mark was left."

Dean frowned slightly and glanced over at his younger brother in the passenger seat. "What kind of mark?"

"This is where it gets more our level of weird," Sam replied, watching his brother. "Over each house where someone was murdered, a glittering green skull with a snake coming out of its mouth floated about the house."

Dean cocked an eyebrow and glanced over at his brother. "A green skull? Glittering, and floating above a house?"

"That's what Bobby said," Sam responded.

Dean simply stared out the windshield for a moment as the Impala sped along the highway before both of his eyebrows went up on his forehead and he nodded slightly. "That is our level of weird."

The Impala roared into the parking lot of Holy Spirit Catholic Church in San Antonio at eleven in the morning, an hour after the funeral had begun. People were heading from the church to the large hall on the property and looked over as the Impala pulled into a parking space. The doors of the '67 creaked open as the two hunters stepped out of the car.

A few of the people attending the funeral raised eyebrows at their appearance. To say they were underdressed was an understatement, but it was not the first time they had attended a funeral in their normal attire. They got looks then and they were sure as hell getting them now. Not that it bothered the brothers.

Dean and Sam closed the doors of the Impala and began walking across the parking lot towards the hall, the last few people that had attended the funeral mass heading into the building before them. The building was narrow and long and filled with round tables where a few people were sitting and eating. On the left side of the hall was a buffet table where people where helping themselves to the donated dishes. There was a small group of people standing just inside the entrance, consoling an elderly woman who was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.

"I am so sorry Vicky," said a young brunette woman, laying her hand on the woman's arm as the brother passed. "Nat and David were good people. They didn't deserve to go like this."

Vicky sniffled. "That they were," she replied, nodding slightly to the young woman before her. "Thank you Abby."

The young woman called Abby nodded before turning away from Vicky and heading for the tables. Her hazel eyes landed on Sam and Dean and scanned over the two of them as she passed. Sam gave her a small smile as she looked them over before looking back towards where Vicky stood talking to a few lone people.

They waited a few minutes and then the last person seemed to be done talking to her, the brothers headed over to her. "Excuse me, ma'am," Dean said as the woman began to turn away. Vicky turned back and looked at him and Sam with a raised eyebrow. "We would like to ask you a few questions."

Vicky nodded. "Fine, go ahead," she gestured for them to get on with it before putting her hand to her temple.

"It was you that found them, correct?" Dean asked. Vicky sighed then nodded.

"When you found them, did you notice or smell anything strange?"

Vicky frowned at him, looking slightly suspicious. "Do I know you, young man?" she asked.

"No," Sam replied. "But we knew Natalie and David. We worked with David briefly about a year ago. We just-"

"Oh!" she gasped. Something changed in her blue eyes at the lie Sam told her of them having worked with David. "You're one of them? You worked with him?"

"Who worked with David?"

Sam and Dean both turned around to see a young woman standing a few feet from them, her arms crossed over her chest as she observed the brothers. She looked to be several years older than Abby and her dark brown, almost black hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail.

"Hello Caitlyn," Vicky greeted. "These two boys just said they worked with David."

Caitlyn's blue eyes flickered over to Vicky momentarily before going back to the brothers, turning cold as they did so. "That's impossible, Vicky. I know all those that worked with David and I've never seen these two in my life."

"I, too, can vouch for that," added young man a few years older than Caitlyn with short blond hair walked over and stood beside her. His blue eyes narrowed as he took in Sam and Dean's appearance before they he looked towards Vicky, his gaze softening. "I was David's superior and knew everyone he ever worked with and like my little sister just said, I've never seen these two before."

Caitlyn glared at the young man. "I'm not that little, Riley," she muttered before transferring her glare back towards Sam and Dean. "You have the never to badger a poor woman at her grandchildren's funeral? That is just low. Now I suggest you leave."

"That went well."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's remark as they walked towards where the Impala sat in the parking lot. They had peacefully left the hall after Caitlyn's suggestion, the young woman walking over to comfort a distraught Vicky as they left. Though she had been focused on the elderly woman, they had been followed out by the young man named Riley.

"Do you feel as if we are missing something?" Dean asked as he opened the driver's door of the Impala and looked over the roof at his younger brother.

Sam glanced back at the young man standing in the doorway, watching them. He looked back towards his brother and nodded, opening the passenger door of the black muscle car. "Yeah. How can this Riley be his supervisor? Every record of David Morris I found showed him as unemployed."

"And what did the lady mean when she asked 'You're one of them?'" he asked as he slid into the driver's seat and closed the door, Sam following his lead a few moments later and sliding into the passenger seat.

Sam shrugged as the engine roared to life and Dean backed the car out of the space. "Maybe there was something we missed," he suggested.

"We'll look some more after we check out the house tonight," Dean replied as the Impala pealed out of the parking lot of the church.