Dean poked his head out, and not drawing an attack, he beckoned to his brother.

Whoever these two are, they"re experienced killers. They wiped out the cops and SWAT, and nearly us by extension, in seconds." Sam nodded in agreement as they surveyed the chaos before them. Cars burnt to nothing, while their former occupants bled onto the ground.

"If this scene is anything like the others, we won't find anything in the house." Dean waved him off, heading onto the porch.

"Hey Sam, you're our ritual geek. Got anything on this?" Sam, when he saw it, shook his head puzzled.

"Nothing i've ever seen." Dean sighed.

"You're no help. I'm gonn,a double check the house, there might be something there this time. There might be a survivor, if we interrupted them. Check Independence's finest, see if you can figure something out." Sam sighed, and set to his task.

-On a rooftop, elsewhere-

"Hey, Hidan."

"What is it now?" he snapped.

"I think we left witnesses alive back there. We should go clean up." Hidan cut him off.

"Even if we did, they're probably too scared to remember a thing."

"It bothers me. They could be dangerous, if left alive."

"Listen up Kakuzu. witnesses or not, we have a quota to fill. Both of us. We have our orders from Pain." The green-eyed shinobi sighed.

"I guess you're right. How much more do you need?"

"About half, you?"

"The same." Hidan nodded, cleaning the bloodstains from his scythe using his tongue.

"Then i guess we have work to do."

-Back at the scene-

The brothers ran to each other,nearly plowing the other over in their hurry. They spoke at once:

"I've got something to tell you!" Sam chuckled, then gestured for his brother to speak.

"I searched the place, found a few things. All four victims were dead, no surprise, but not mutilated. We stopped that. They all had thei wallets cleaned out, the family lockbox was busted open, the works. They were robbed."

"And?"

"Their hearts were all removed." Sam seemed disgusted, but not ready to vomit.

"OK, your turn, what do you got?"

"I found the same ritual mark on the SWAT man who fell victim to them last. It seems like some kind of voodoo, where our suspect is himself the voodoo doll. I also climbed the roof, found scorch marks. guess is the fire-spitter, or whatever he is, fired from there." Dean listened hard, taking it to memory. "So, to recap,we got a human voodoo doll heart collector, and a fire-spitting Scrooge on a rampage."

"Sounds about right." Sam said quietly.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we're in much deeper than we thought."

Thanks for following so far, i've got plans for this! Leave a review, tell me if i should write alternate endings.