The potential werewolf murder was totally throwing them off. From a first look at the reports it sounded werewolf, but the guy who saw the thing and still survived didn't describe anything sounding like a werewolf. He described a regular person. Even more confusing was the coroner's autopsy report; the hearts of the victims weren't missing.

Kayla flipped through the descriptions as she lay out on the bed. "So what the hell is this thing?"

"I don't know but we've got a picture to go from." Dean pulled his notepad out.

"A picture of the killer?"

"Well, a sketch." He flipped it open and showed her the drawing. "Sam got this from the survivor's description."

She tilted her head at the practically stick figure of a drawing. "It's um…"

"Shut up." Sam grabbed the notepad from her. "I'm not an artist."

She laughed. "Was that a tattoo I saw?"

"Of Wile E. Coyote." He tore the page out and threw it away.

"Hey, that was refrigerator material."

"Wait there's something coming in on the scanner." Dean turned up the police scanner.

…double homicide out in Rainer Forrest, survivor is on route to Urgent Care for poison treatment…

"Sounds juicy."

The hospital was buzzing with activity and it was obvious that it was rare for this area. From the gossip already going around, a young couple was lost in the woods and stopped in this old lady's house. She poisoned them with pie and chopped the guy to bits. The girl must have killed the lady because she got away.

Dean stopped the doctor as he was coming out of her room; it was the same doctor in charge of the first survivor. "Doctor Garrison."

"Detectives. What the hell is going on here? My whole town's going insane."

"We'll tell you as soon as we know." Sam nodded to him as he walked out.

"Ms. Watson? Hi, we just need to ask you a few questions." They held up their fake identification.

She looked terrified and ready for her next mental breakdown. "Do we have to go over this again? Right now?"

"We'll try to be brief." Sam assured. "Ms. Watson, can you tell us how you got away?"

The girl nodded and looked at her hands a moment. "I didn't eat as much as Ken did so I wasn't as out of it. And when the old woman was…" she paused and her lip trembled. "Carving up Ken, I shoved her and she fell. Cracked her head on the stove. She's dead right? I killed her?"

Dean grimaced, trying to get the image of a little old lady carving someone to pieces. "Do you have any idea why she did this to you?"

"No, one minute she was this sweet old lady and the next she was like some kind of monster."

Getting closer. "Can you remember anything else?"

"Um, yeah…you guys didn't happen to find a little girl there did you?" She took their expressions as a no. "I thought I saw her outside the window but she just, disappeared. It was probably just the drugs."

"What did she look like?"

"Does it matter?"

"Every detail matters."

She sighed quietly and continued. "She had really dark hair, and pale skin...maybe eight years old. She was a really beautiful child. It was odd, seeing her there during something so horrible."

Sam and Dean exchanged looks. Now they were getting somewhere.