And now, the next chapter! Sorry, it took so long, but I've been suffering from writer's block and too much work at school. Also, I didn't get enough reviews to inspire me. hint hint

This chapter has not been beta-read, so be kind.

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Chapter Two: Questions

Upon hearing the two arrivals enter the room, Detective Smith looked up from the picture frame.

Like Mrs. Bradley earlier that morning, the blood left her face as realization hit her.

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"Morning gentlemen," Parker greeted the brothers.

Dean nodded, acknowledging the officer.

The detective got out of her shock and glared at the short brother suspiciously. "Who are you?"

Dean looked up surprised at the curt tone. "I'm Officer Matthews. This is Officer Walcott."

She nodded. "I'm Detective Smith, and this is Officer Parker. Thank you for coming gentlemen, but we have enough help here."

Dean didn't move and instead looked around the room.

"Matthews, you're not needed," she repeated coldly. "Leave."

Officer Parker was surprised by the detective' behavior. She was often much more civil than this.

"Well, we were let in. So I would say that we're needed her," the taller of the two interjected.

"Yeah, so pop a Midol sweetheart."

The detective shook her head, a slightly psychotic smile on her face. "I'd keep quiet if I were you, Matthews. Besides, I don't tell you to keep your head out of your ass."

Sam and Officer Parker watched as Dean and Detective Smith continued to insult each other.

"It's not like Detective Smith to be so insulting," the officer said.

"I wish I could say the same," Sam replied.

Eventually, Sam grew tired of listening to the insults and hit his brother over the head to shut him up.

He glared at his little brother and then addressed the detective. "What's your problem anyway?"

She held up the picture frame. "How do you explain this?"

Dean looked at the picture of himself.

"Well, what you have to say?"

"She had good taste," he replied with a smirk.

Smith frowned at him.

"You knew the victim, didn't you?" she asked as she handed the picture to Officer Parker.

The officer looked from the picture to Dean. Then he shook his head.

"What? Why is everyone looking at me like I just shot someone?"

"You look tired, Matthews," Parker observed. "What did you do last night?"

"Tried to get this guy to loosen up and have a good time," he replied, jerking his thumb at Sam.

"You two knew each other," Smith observed. "How well?"

"Pretty well," Dean replied with a sexy smirk.

She closed her eyes and cleared her throat. "Alright then..."

"When was the last time you saw her?" she asked, after a pause.

"Few months ago..."

Detective Smith didn't look convinced.

Officer Parker glanced around the room, shaking his head. His eyes fell on a book sitting open by the phone.

Dean noticed and went over to look at the open book.

Right after the young officer had read one of the names under "W", Dean snatched it.

"Let's go," he told Sam.

"Ah, shit!" the detective exclaimed after the brothers quickly left. "They took evidence!"

Parker glared down at the spot where the book had been. "Those two were not cops."

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"Where are we going?" Sam asked.

Dean handed the contact book to Sam and pointed to the name under "Winchester".

Then he started up the car and drove to their next destination.

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