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Supernatural and it's original characters belong to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the series and characters you don't recognize. I've also made up some information about the monster that I'm using. Btw, good news: Supernatural made the cut for the new line-up.

Minutes later, Sam, Dean, and Jessica were back in the boys' hotel room, looking up the name Ryan Rumsfeld. What they found was relatively boring. He was a nice guy, never caused any trouble, real respectful.

"Maybe he just died of boredeom," Dean suggested. Sam stifled a laugh.

"Guys!" Jessica scolded.

"We should check with the neighbors. See if they know anything," Sam suggested.

"Yeah. Good idea," Dean agreed. The trio went outside.

"You know, why don't I go to the library and check some newspapers? Maybe there's a pattern," Jessica stated.

"That's my girl," Sam approved. Dean chuckled. Then, they split up. At the library, Jessica approached the resource desk.

"Hi. I was wondering if I could possibly look at your newspapers? You see, um, I heard about the death of Ryan Rumsfeld and I wanted to check it out to see if maybe there was was anything unusual about it," she said.

"Well, I don't know what you're hoping to find, but I suppose it couldn't hurt," the woman agreed.

"Thanks," Jessica said with a bright smile. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought to herself. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were going around the neighborhood inquiring as to whether they had seen anything out of the ordinary.

"No. Everything was pretty much the same," a man replied.

"Ryan didn't exhibit any unusual behavior?" Sam queried.

"Well, now that you mention it, he was partying more than normal, but...with a girlfriend who looked like that, who could blame him?" the man replied.

"What girlfriend?" Sam and Dean asked together.

"Oh, a pretty thing, blonde, blue, kinda petite though," the man answered.

"She have a name?" Dean persisted.

"I heard him call her Sarah once, but I didn't get a last name," came the response.

"Thanks," Sam said.

"No problem," the man acknowledged. The brothers walked away.

"You think it's a succubus?" Sam queried.

"It sounds like it. Though it could be a siren," Dean replied.

"Either way, it'll be dang hard to kill," Sam mused.

"Yeah," Dean agreed tightly. Back at the library, Jessica had gone through two articles when she suddenly stopped.

POLICE BAFFLED BY STRANGE DEATHS! read the headline. She skimmed the paper. Then, her eyes widened.

Twenty-year old Kevin Devlin was found dead in his bed by live-in girlfriend, twenty-three-year old Melissa Rogers. Rogers called -9-1-1 willing answered officers' questions. It was discovered that Rogers had been out the previous night and hadn't returned until late.

"I figured he was asleep and I didn't want to wake him up," Rogers was quoted as saying. In a press conference, Rogers was shocked to learn that an autopsy showed signs of recent sexual activity.

Jessica clicked through the paper until she reached the date: 1998. She looked through some other papers and gasped.

"Whoa. I have to tell Sam and Dean," she realized. She jumped up and hurried out of the library, not even noticing the resource woman's flabbergasted expression. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean had just left another man's house when Sam's cellphone rang. He picked it up and pressed the 'talk' button.

"Talk to me," he said.

"Sam, pick me up. I think I found something," his girlfriend stated.

"You left the library? Where are you?" Sam questioned.

"The bus stop right next to it," Jessica answered.

"Okay. We'll be right there," Sam told her. Then, he hung up.

"What's going on?" Dean wondered.

"Jess thinks she's found somethin'," Sam replied. Then, they walked to the location that his girlfriend had given him and they went back to the hotel.

"What'd you find out?" Sam asked.

"I was skimming the papers and one of them said that a victim---a boy named Keven Devlin---had been found dead in his bed," Jessica reported.

"Just like Ryan," Dean realized.

"Right," Jessica confirmed. "I looked through some other papers and found out that each of the victims showed signs of sexual activity right before they died," she continued.

"Those sly dogs," Dean smirked.

"However, their girlfriends all claimed that they were either out of the apartment, or asleep themselves," Jessica emphasized, glaring at the older brother. Sam and Dean glanced at each other sharply.

"Jess, how far back did these articles go?" Sam queried.

"The first article was from 1998. The other dates were 1988 and 1978," Jessica answered.

"Ten-year cycle," Dean noted.

"Definitely a succubus," Sam added.

"Killed by sex. Man, that bites," Dean groaned.