Dean remembered that Sam said that the murders can be part of a satanic rituals so he decided to go to Wesscity's cemetery so he could research the place. He will looking for some traces or remains of a ritual murder.
Before he will go out through the window he decided to write a note say where he is going to Sam. Although he was angry with Sam he did not want to give him heart attack if he turned and Dean was not in the room.
Basically he understood the concern and overprotective of Sam though it annoyed and irritated him a lot. Demons! He would act the same way if he was in Sam's place.
Dean take his gun and his knife and he went out the window and slides down the nearest drain pipe. He was little weight has some advantages.

Sam examined the corpse, or rather the remnants that left from him. It was impossible to identify without any DNA with it could compare. The fully burned skin prevented get any fingerprints. The teeth, hair, eyes, nails, ... all gone. Actually it was rather a mess of flesh and bones crushed that a corpse.

"Even I can't specify an approximate age, It is adult by size, but nothing more," said the coroner while he was covering the unpleasant sight "Neither cause of death, or anything ... is ... like trying to identify a cow analyzing a burger. Impossible "

"Have there been people missing in the area who could coincide with the remains found?" Sam asked, his voice a bit distorted by the nausea that the dreadful sight had produced to him.

"It still it would be difficult to identify, but no. There are no missing persons in the area in recent times" said the coroner. "But this, though not enough, is a human body. Whose? Impossible to know. I hope surveillance that the police has established in the cemetery will give some result. If it is not, this case is as dead as this poor hapless corpse. "
He said pointing to the sheet covering the human remains.

"Thank you, doctor" Sam said goodbye to him with a handshake.

Well, apart from a stomach upset he had not gotten much information, thought Sam.
Maybe he should go to the library to see what he could find. He would pass for the hostel by Dean and ... No, better not.
If a bad mood Dean was unbearable, an angry and pissed teenager Dean was worse and sure Sam would end going crazy. Besides his brother had never been known for his patience for research, and he did not remembered to see to his brother never sitting in his younger years studying ...
Better after the library, he come back to the motel with burgers and cake for dinner. That would improve his mood. No sooner said than done. Sam drove the Impala and headed to the library.

Dean had managed to reach the cemetery, walking the whole damn way as he was not carrying in his pocket a whore coin for the bus. He cursed his luck kicking stones in his path, his hands in his empty pockets. But there he was.
If something characterized to a Winchester of any age was stubbornness. He looked around and saw no one around. So he climbed the fence around the cemetery and slipped inside.
The police barriers were still pointing the site where it appeared the last corpse, so he had no trouble finding it. He studied the crime scene and he saw a black footprints as long fingers in the graves near the place. He went to watch them, the signals remember something to him, but he not located it ... Fuck! ... they seemed traces of Shtriga.

He shuddered at the memory, cases with children affected him deeply. But the corpses weren't apparently children, so the newspaper said. Although they did not determine the age of the deads, the news would have mentioned that the corpses was of children. And the "modus operandi" did not fit at all. The shtrigas not destroy the body of its victims, only they ate his life force.
"Police, boy! Hands up!" Cried a voice.
Dean sat up and slowly turned to see three men who aimed to him with their guns. Possibly undercover cops, or maybe not, but Dean was not going to wait to find out. Quickly jumped the barrier and ran to the cemetery wall.
He heard footsteps behind him and shouting him to stop. But they would not shoot to a child, or at least, he hoped it. He was almost reaching the wall and he was preparing to jump hen someone is shooting over him throwing down to the ground.
Dean tried to free himself and kicked to his attacker, but quickly, the three men, adults much larger that him, had trapped Dean and he didn't can escaped.
"He has kicked me in the face, motherfucker!" the man who had grabbed first him said, wiping blood from his split lip said. He looked at the blood on his hand and gave Dean a strong hit with a closed fist in his head.
"The full weight of the law will fall on you, brat!"
"Ay!" Dean exclaimed upon receiving the blow to the head.
"Well, that has already befallen me, I think." He said with a grin, as man, apparently a policeman dressed gardener, had a little overweight.
"Shut smartass!" Said another man forces Dean's hands behind his back and putting him police handcuffs.
"you can exercise your tongue in the station. Come on!" He said to Dean, dragging him for his arm.

Dean feigned indifference as he got into the police car that will drive him to the police station, but in his inside was not so quiet.
He had fucked properly!
Sam was going to kill him, well, not kill but he will punish him without dessert. It was sure.
"What a way to demonstrate their capabilities hunter!.. The hunter being hunted ...
Go, that was funny: The hunter hunted! and he was giggled.
"Make fun, Kid!" told the police that wore like a gardener who apparently could not forgive the kick that Dean gave him.
"You will cry at police station"
Dean thought to answer, but for once unlike usually he do. He was quiet his tongue on time.
Better not complicate things.
He didn't know very well it to say when he will be into the police station.
He could not call Sam as his responsible adult, because if he do it, Sam will have been discover as false FBI agent, and that was a crime.
Instead he still had no legal age to be convicted in this state and he had not done anything really. So he must shut your mouth and they will have to free him in a time more or less long, or he will expect the chance to escape.