"So what's up with that guy?" Dean asked as they walked to the Impala.

Sam shrugged. "He knows something, I just don't know what."

"And what they big deal with vampires?" Dean demanded, opening the the door and sliding into his seat, "This death doesn't even follow popular vamp lore, much less the real signs."

Sam didn't answer, ducking his head to fit himself into the car. He slammed the door shut as Dean turned the key, letting the engine roar to life. Neither spoke as they drove to the morgue, which happened to be a brightly striped building.

"Well, that's creepily cheery," Dean muttered, parking the car on the nearby curb, shutting the car off and moving to leave the car.

Once inside, they flashed their badges and were lead to the corpse. The man pulled out the corpse they wanted, then left without speaking, closing the door behind him. Carefully, Dean flipped the sheet off the body.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," he muttered, gazing at the gruesome remainder of Edith Margo. Bloody stubs existed where legs should have been and, as he squemishly lifted her head, the back end of the skull had been torn off. The brain was gone. Dean's face contorted in disgust. "I shouldn't have eaten so much pie."

"What I don't get," Sam said, poking around the leg area, "Is what did this. No animal breaks into the skull before getting at the easily reached limbs, but I don't know what kind of monster kills like this."

Dean, setting the head back down, reached into his pocket to pull out his EMF scanner. Turning it on, he waved it up and down Edith's body, but there was no sound. "No EMF. Any chemicals? Sulfur or something?"

"None," Sam admitted. "Dean, I think we're going to need to do some research."

Research. Not one of Dean's favorite words. "Ok, how about you hit up the library and I'll hit up that pie shop again. Y'know, try to figure out what those guys know."

Sam grinned, rolling his eyes. Typical. "Just don't flirt with the waitresses."

"I can make no such promises," Dean said, happily abandoning the corpse and making a beeline to the door. He'd take the warm pie shop over the creepy morgue any day.