After the coroners office they found out that despite Mr. O'Brian being nailed with death by heart attack, there were no signs in his heart that agreed with the finding. The coroner didn't feel it needed to be looked into. O'Brian was the third healthy man in the last week that had dropped dead of a heart attack.

Dean asked Kayla to go to the sheriff's office with him while Sam questioned the last person who saw Frank O'Brian alive. They sat in the waiting room for almost an hour before the sheriff's door opened.

"Hell's bells, Linus have you seen my…" He stopped and looked at them when they stood. "Who are they?"

"Federal Agents, sir."

"And you kept them waiting?"

"You said not to disturb."

"Come on in." He motioned them towards the office but stopped them at the door. "Shoes off."

Kayla glanced to Dean with a shrug before they kicked their shoes onto the small rug next to the door. They went into the office and exchanged handshakes with the man.

"Al Britton, good to meet you. Have a seat!" He said cheerfully. He then picked up a large container of hand sanitizer and proceeded to, well, sanitize his hands thoroughly. "So what can I do for Uncle Sam?"

"We're looking into the death of Frank O'Brian. We understand some of your men found his body."

This guy was stone. His blank expression bore into them. "They did. Me and Frank were friends. Hell, we were gamecocks."

Dean chuckled and she shot him a look. What? He fought back another laugh. Gamecocks.

"That's our softball team's name. They're majestic animals."

"Sir before he died, did you notice Frank acting strange? Like he was afraid maybe?"

He turned his attention to Kayla, already dissatisfied with Dean. "Oh yeah, real jumpy."

"Do you know why?"

"No, no idea. He stopped answering his phone and when I sent some of my boys to check on him, well, you know the rest." Britton coughed into his hand, then went back to work with the hand sanitizer. "So why do the feds give a crap? You don't really think there's a case here?"

This guy was germaphobe to the extreme. Kayla shook her head. "We're sure it's just a heart attack. We're just covering all the bases, you know what a pain procedure can be."

"Right." He smiled. "Is that all then?"

"That's it, thank you for your time." She didn't bother shaking his hand again, he could use a break from the sanitizer. They went outside. "That guy was weird."

"You think? And that definitely wasn't a heart attack."

"No, something's up. Too many healthy guys dead, with that same weird rash you guys saw at the coroners, too weird."

"And all freaking out right before they died. Something scared them to death."

"What do you think it is?"

"Hell." He shrugged. "The list of what it isn't would be shorter. Anything could have scared them."

"I guess we'll need a list."

"Yeah, wait a minute." He stopped. There was a group of hooligans at the corner with their skateboards and baggy clothes, the type of kid that spelled out up to no good. They'd probably try to mug them or something when they walked by.

"What?"

"I don't like the look of those teenagers down there."

Kayla looked; and saw the group. She didn't look phased by them. "What do you mean?"

"Let's walk this way."

Without another word he crossed the street. She watched him, and then jogged to catch up. "Are you serious right now?"

"What? Who knows what they were up to?"

"Right." She checked her watch. "You should call Sam, see what he found out from the neighbor."